MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 46

After going downstairs, Song Zhaolan patted Yu Tingfeng's arm: "Put me down, it doesn't seem numb anymore."

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand.

When the two walked into the yard, they suddenly smelled a fragrance. Song Zhaolan followed the smell and walked to the nearby canteen, where the children were eating.

The dean saw them through the window, and said with a smile, "You two haven't gone back yet, are you hungry? Do you want to have some dinner together?"

Song Zhaolan said, "Will they not have enough to eat?"

"No, I asked the kitchen to prepare more meals today, but Liu Yun and the others left. If you two don't dislike it, come and eat, otherwise it will be a waste."

Before Yu Tingfeng could answer, Song Zhaolan immediately stepped into the door and took the bowl and chopsticks from the dean.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Big brother, you guys are so good at playing games!" said a child holding a bowl.

Song Zhaolan nodded and buried himself in cooking.

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him speechlessly, and then replied: "You are also very good."

The children started to replay the games they played in the afternoon. You glanced at me and chirped, it was so lively.

Yu Tingfeng has never eaten in such an environment. A group of innocent and lovely children, a kind and kind dean and teachers, and friends who are eating with heart, there is no suspicion or inferiority at the dinner table, and they are eating in a friendly manner meal.

"But this big brother looks a little fierce." A little girl pointed at Yu Tingfeng and said.

Yu Tingfeng's face turned cold.

"No way, I think this big brother looks good when he smiles."

"Have you ever seen him smile?"

"Yes, when he played games with that big brother, he smiled very nicely."

Song Zhaolan raised his head, looked at the children, then turned his head to look at Yu Tingfeng, after a long while, he revealed the bowl: "It's gone."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

The dean laughed loudly, and quickly asked him to serve the meal.

After the meal, the children pestered the teacher and the dean to tell them stories. The dean said, "My stories are old-fashioned. Why don't these two elder brothers tell you?"

"Okay, okay." The little girl tugged at Song Zhaolan's sleeve, "Can you tell us about it?"

"Stories?" Song Zhaolan asked, "What stories do you want to hear?"

"It will be all right!"

Song Zhaolan pondered for a moment, and the children all sat down obediently, waiting for his story.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived on a mountain and lived by hunting every day." Song Zhaolan raised his head.

The children all wowed, this is the beginning of the fairy tale.

"But hunting is not so easy. You have to look for the footprints of wild animals every day. If you encounter a ferocious beast, you will easily die. So the young man thought of a way."

"any solution?"

"Go to the town and buy some traps, then you can light a fire at home and wait for the beast to catch you."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Children: "Is there any more?"

"No, I haven't seen the world." Song Zhaolan sighed and looked at Yu Tingfeng, "Come here, you have experienced a lot."

Yu Tingfeng was caught up in the fight, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Once upon a time, there was a river and lake, and many people wanted to enter the river and lake, and many people wanted to escape from the river and lake."

"Jianghu! I love to listen to martial arts!" The older boy said excitedly, "Is there any demon sect in Jianghu?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Yes."

Boy: "Is there any other martial arts leader?"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

Boy: "Is the Demon Cult the same as on TV, very scary, very evil, very cruel?"

Yu Tingfeng was silent, but Song Zhaolan replied: "No, it's just that people in the Devil's Cult don't have very good brains."

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

Another boy asked, "Why doesn't it work?"

Song Zhaolan replied: "Because their academic performance is not good."

"Ah? Do members of the Devil's Cult also want to learn?" The children were shocked.

"Yes, they will be scolded if they don't study well, and their pocket money will be deducted."

"Sounds so miserable." The boy asked again after finishing speaking, "What about the leader of the martial arts? Do you want to study too?"

"Yes, if you don't study, you have no money, and if you don't have money, you can't buy delicious food." Song Zhaolan said.

Boy: "This world is too miserable!"

The dean summed up the story: "So, you should study hard."

Children: "OK."

At the time of farewell, the dean specially praised the two of them for making up random stories, which played an encouraging role.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

When returning home, Song Zhaolan was determined not to take the car, so she moved her body and prepared to run home.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng chased after them, and the two ran side by side, asking, "Who did you just say was out of their minds?"

"Isn't it?" Song Zhaolan asked, "Then memorize the law of cosines."

"..."

Song Zhaolan turned to look at him, and smiled: "You asked about my parents today, why didn't you tell me about your parents?"

"Have you never heard of their names? Do you still need me to repeat them?" Yu Tingfeng said.

"I don't hear much, and the angle will be different... Where is your mother? What kind of person is she?"

"Stupid and bad."

"What kind of person is your father?"

"Is he a human being?"

Song Zhaolan asked again: "What about Yu Huan?"

Yu Tingfeng fell silent.

Song Zhaolan said: "She is a nice person."

"Why do you say that?"

"The red bean pancakes she made are delicious, and only with a smart heart and skillful hands can they make delicious things." Song Zhaolan said.

"..." Although he really wanted to mock him, it made some sense. He had never eaten the food made by Yu Long and his wife before, and he didn't care much about food.

"We are so lucky." Song Zhaolan suddenly said with emotion.

"What luck?"

"Come here."

"Um."

"There are so many delicious..."

"......Oh."

After running for a while, the two began to sweat, slowed down, and changed to a walk. After passing a small park, I saw a ball on the basketball court, and there was no one around.

Song Zhaolan became interested: "Shall we compare?"

"Just compare, are there any rules?"

Song Zhaolan picked up the racket and patted it: "Of course."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and threw the ball, but Yu Tingfeng jumped up and dunked it.

It was the first time someone successfully blocked his ball, Song Zhaolan's eyes lit up, and his whole body became active: "As expected, it's interesting to compete with you."

"So-so." Yu Tingfeng dribbled the ball, staring closely at his eyes, made a fake move, quickly staggered, and rushed from the side.

But Song Zhaolan's reaction was not bad either, he moved almost at the same time, took two steps back to catch up with him, jumped up suddenly, his body showed an arc, and slapped the ball back to the ground.

There was a bang.

Yu Tingfeng hooked the corner of his mouth, and gave him an appreciative glance: "If I had known the rules earlier, maybe the final would be a match between the two of us. What a pity."

The ball bounced back and forth between his hand and the ground, and Song Zhaolan's forehead was covered with sweat, and he smiled: "Speaking of which, I'm curious, why do you know the rules? Why do you obey them obediently?"

Yu Tingfeng reached out to grab the ball, turned sideways on the spot, threw the ball in, raised his eyebrows, and raised a hand: "Because I want to win you."

Song Zhaolan picked up the ball and gave him a high five: "I see."

The two started a new competition, and the ball kept being thrown into the basket, which was amazing to watch.

Half an hour later, Song Zhaolan stopped, a little thirsty.

"Go and see if there are any shops nearby." Yu Tingfeng brushed his wet bangs, tossed his hair, turned around, and saw a tall figure with a short cut cut standing on the sidelines at some point.

Isn't he Liu Yun's friend?

"Why are you here?" Yu Tingfeng didn't have a good impression of this person, of course it was implicated, the main reason was that he didn't like Liu Yun, and always felt that the four-eyed frog had a bad stomach, and he didn't like anything.

"Why are you here?" Song Zhaolan asked friendly.

"Wait for someone." Cun Tou said, "The ball you are playing is mine. I just went to the toilet, and I saw you playing ball as soon as I came back."

"What evidence is there that the ball is yours?"

"..."

Song Zhaolan hugged the ball and handed it to Cun Tou: "Sorry, we thought it was a ball that no one wanted."

Yu Tingfeng said indifferently: "What if the ball is not his."

Song Zhaolan grabbed his clothes and walked to the side: "He is Liu Yun's friend, so he shouldn't lie."

After hearing this, Yu Tingfeng snorted coldly.

"Wait a minute." Cun Tou chased after him, "I just saw you guys play."

Yu Tingfeng folded his arms around his chest: "So what? Do you want to single out?"

Cun Tou looked at them and said, "Do you want to consider joining the school basketball team?"

"Don't think about it." Yu Tingfeng walked for a while expressionlessly, and found that Song Zhaolan hadn't followed. When he turned around, he was still talking to that inch.

Song Zhaolan said: "I want to join the student union, and I don't have so much time to play basketball. If Yu Tingfeng joins, there should be rewards, right?"

"Have."

"Then can you tell me?"

"What is there to ask?" Yu Tingfeng turned back, hooked his neck and retreated, "Hurry up and go home."

Song Zhaolan waved to Cun Tou: "Goodbye, you should go back early."

After walking a long distance, Yu Tingfeng still couldn't figure it out: "Are you familiar with him? You even waved to him."

"They're all friends."

Yu Tingfeng snorted, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly noticed that his hands were still on his shoulders, and couldn't help but ask, "Will other friends hook up with you like this?"

Song Zhaolan glanced sideways at his hand and said, "No."

Yu Tingfeng tapped the corner of his mouth.

"They stink."

"what?"

"I'm sweating right now."

"..." Yu Tingfeng leaned over and sniffed around his ears, "It doesn't smell bad."

Song Zhaolan stopped in his tracks: "It's a little itchy."

"Is it itchy?" Yu Tingfeng wondered, and blew a few breaths into his ear, "So what?"

"It's itchy." Song Zhaolan covered his neck, pushed him away, and continued walking.

"It's fine if you don't blow it." Yu Tingfeng chased after him in two or three steps, and put his hand on his shoulder again.

As he walked, Yu Tingfeng glanced at him several times, the other hand on his shoulder suddenly lifted up, and touched his cheek.

The next moment, he screamed.

Song Zhaolan grabbed his wrist, snapped it backhand, and captured him whole.

"Let go." Yu Tingfeng said with a painful face.

"Sorry." Song Zhaolan came to his senses and let him go, "Who told you to touch my face without telling me in advance."

"What, is your face inlaid with gold? Untouchable?" Yu Tingfeng rubbed his arm.

"It's not inlaid with gold, but it can't be touched." Song Zhaolan said righteously, "Only a lover can touch it, or an enemy. Do you want to be the enemy who killed me?"

"Of course not." Yu Tingfeng remembered his set of fallacies again, and reluctantly compromised, "Could it be that I can't be your lover..."

Song Zhaolan suddenly turned to look at him.

Yu Tingfeng shut his mouth abruptly, and raised his chin under his scrutinizing eyes: "What are you looking at?"

"I thought you were going to say you were my lover." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng: "...I'm not, I don't."

"Really?" Song Zhaolan suddenly leaned forward and stared straight into his eyes, "Did you develop unspeakable feelings for me?"

"How is it possible, huh... huh, what a joke." Yu Tingfeng turned his eyes away, smiled embarrassingly a few times, and slapped his face, "I can't even look down on the most beautiful woman in the world." .”

Song Zhaolan stood still: "Okay, your eyes say no."

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a moment, and asked: "You can see the eyes?"

"That's right, that person said before that if anyone has an ulterior feeling for me, their eyes must be full of fascination, and they can't wait to stick to me all the time. But you didn't look at me just now, which means you No." Song Zhaolan said with reason.

Yu Tingfeng: "......"

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: Eyes should be infatuated

Yu Tingfeng: Avoid eyes.jpg

Song Zhaolan: You don't love me at all, the appraisal is over

Yu Tingfeng: ...