MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 70

"Why did you get in the car?" Yu Tingfeng was stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you used to running back? Are you afraid of motion sickness?"

Song Zhaolan took a breath, "I want to go back early, can't I?"

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng signaled him to grab the armrest, and then moved a seat to the side.

"Young man, you are not allowed to chase cars in the future. It's so dangerous. I won't stop next time." The driver said.

"Okay, thank you." Song Zhaolan nodded.

Qi Ran lowered his head, poked his head out from beside Yu Tingfeng, and said with a smile, "I called you to get in the car with me a long time ago, but it's you who can chase so far."

Song Zhaolan twitched the corners of his mouth, grabbed the ring, and closed his eyes.

There were a lot of passengers in the next few stops, and they all squeezed up. Song Zhaolan was dizzy and didn't want to move at all, and was stepped on several times.

At this time, a big hand wrapped around his waist, pulling himself a little towards him, and then half-circled him in his arms with both hands, blocking the contact of others.

Song Zhaolan narrowed his eyes and said weakly, "Thank you."

Seeing this, Qi Ran felt that this scene was like an idol drama! It's a pity that the heroine is not me!

"If you get motion sickness, you can chat to divert your attention." Qi Ran suggested, "Why don't we appoint the performers for the drama at the art festival now."

Song Zhaolan nodded, since he couldn't fall asleep standing up anyway, he simply opened his eyes, grabbed Yu Tingfeng's clothes with both hands, and looked sideways at her: "Do you have any recommendations?"

Qi Ran saw that he was looking at him with misty eyes, his heart beat faster, and he said with a smile: "You can play Romeo. The director discussed with us in private before, and you are very suitable."

"Where's Juliet?"

Qi Ran shyly said: "Actually, I played Juliet when I was young, and I am confident that I can do it well this time, so I recommend myself."

Song Zhaolan nodded slightly: "Yes. It seems that there are English announcements and song transitions in the script. Leave these to the Department of Literature and Art."

"Okay." Qi Ran smiled, "Oh, by the way, the choir has to quickly gather everyone..."

Yu Tingfeng saw that the two of them were chatting more and more lively, so he interrupted: "I want to act in a drama too."

Qi Ran looked at him in surprise: "We are an all-English drama."

Yu Tingfeng: "Isn't it English? I can also say, hello, mynameisJuliet."

Qi Ran: "...you stole my lines, so besides this one, is there anything else?"

"No, I want this."

"No, Juliet is a girl."

"You're sexist."

"...you're messing around!"

"You are making trouble for no reason."

"You are unreasonable!"

Song Zhaolan rubbed his temples and said softly, "Stop arguing."

The two immediately ceased fire and looked at him at the same time: "Did you faint again?"

Song Zhaolan said slowly: "Arrange a role for Yu Tingfeng, don't waste your labor."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Qi Ran had an idea: "Okay, I thought of a good character."

After Qi Ran arrived at the station, the people sitting next to him also got off, and Yu Tingfeng hurriedly asked Song Zhaolan to sit down.

Song Zhaolan fell asleep after sitting down, her head was moving back and forth on the back of the chair, but she couldn't find a comfortable place to lean on.

At this time, Yu Tingfeng turned his head to one side, leaned on his waist, and asked, "How is it now?"

"It's better." Song Zhaolan rubbed his stomach comfortably, noticing that the other person's body was stiff, and thought of something, the corner of his mouth subtly curled.

After arriving at the station, Song Zhaolan got out of the car as if fleeing, and squatted on the side of the road to relieve his dizziness.

People around him came and went, until a pair of shoes stopped in front of him, he raised his head in doubt: "Why did you get down?"

Yu Tingfeng pretended to be impatient: "Who knows if you will run on the road in a daze?"

"Not at all." Song Zhaolan smiled, stretched out a hand, "Pull me."

Yu Tingfeng grabbed him and pulled him up. Due to the effect of inertia, the opponent threw himself on top of him, and quickly dodged away after a few seconds, as if it was just an illusion.

Song Zhaolan took a few sips of water and said, "Then what do you do now? Why don't you go to my house and have a meal before going back?"

"No need, I'll take a taxi back." Yu Tingfeng glanced at the time, and said in a strange way, "Yu Huan is also fighting for my free labor."

Song Zhaolan smiled: "Then you go back."

Yu Tingfeng stopped the car and drove more than ten meters away. He subconsciously looked behind and saw Song Zhaolan standing there watching him. For some reason, his heart warmed and he almost asked the driver to stop.

Song Zhaolan returned home, and after lunch, he started to do his homework in his room. After finishing three papers, he stretched himself, heard Zhao Qinghong's voice about going out, opened the bedroom door and asked, "Would you like to go?" where?"

"Oh, your Aunt Zhang's birthday is tomorrow, and she likes Huanji's snacks. I'll go over there and order a cake for her." Zhao Qinghong said.

"Huan Ji?" Song Zhaolan felt a little familiar, and suddenly thought of the red bean cakes that he usually eats. There are two small cartoon characters printed on the packaging bag, which is Huan Ji.

"That's right, it's your friend Yu Tingfeng's shop." Zhao Qinghong was about to put on her shoes, "Go ahead and do your homework, I'll be back soon."

"I'll go." Song Zhaolan volunteered, "I've finished my homework for today."

"Alright, then I'll go and deliver some food to your dad, he won't come back tonight." Zhao Qinghong said.

Song Zhaolan went downstairs and saw a row of bicycles standing by the side of the road, planning to come and learn when he was free.

It took a while to run to Huanji Dim Sum Shop, his body was warmed up, he opened the curtain and walked in.

"Welcome." The teenager standing in front of the cashier greeted lazily, but his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone on the table.

"I want to order a cake."

"What..." Yu Tingfeng paused suddenly, and raised his head in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Order a cake." Song Zhaolan stepped forward, accidentally glanced at his mobile phone screen, staring at the English words, "So serious?"

Yu Tingfeng quickly picked up his phone, and said, "What if Qi Ran thinks I'm handsome, and give me the role of Romeo?"

"It makes sense, then you should read more." Song Zhaolan smiled.

"What cake do you want to order? Is it your birthday?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"No, it's my Aunt Zhang."

"Who is your aunt Zhang?"

"Hmm...don't know."

Yu Tingfeng looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm really here to order cakes." Song Zhaolan didn't know what he was explaining.

"Who is it?" Yu Huan came out from the back kitchen, his eyes lit up when he saw Song Zhaolan, "Ah, the handsome guy is here to play with Yu Tingfeng again?"

Yu Tingfeng's eyebrows were beaming, and he was very proud: "Yeah, you've tried every means to come and play with me."

"No, I'm here to order a cake for Aunt Zhang." Song Zhaolan said to Yu Huan, "I want a two-pound chocolate cake, come and get it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I see. It's Miss Zhang. She's a regular customer of mine. It's tomorrow's birthday." Yu Huan said, "Don't worry, I know her taste, so leave it to me!"

"thanks."

"If you're not busy, just hang out here. If you see something to eat, just take it. If you don't pay, I'll treat you." Yu Huan giggled, then walked into the back kitchen to get busy.

Yu Tingfeng said awkwardly: "Is it really ordering a cake?"

"Otherwise?" Song Zhaolan glanced at him, "What do you think I'm here for?"

"I thought you came to see me and wanted to play with me." Yu Tingfeng muttered, and then pointed to the store, "Sister Huan has opened a golden mouth, so you can pick whatever you want, and you can just move the store away."

"Stinky boy, do you want to starve your old lady to death?" Yu Huan heard it from inside, and scolded him in a low voice.

Song Zhaolan pursed his lips and smiled, but he really wanted to see if there was anything delicious here.

He lowered his head and carefully selected, and he took a fancy to the beautifully colored mung bean cake. He raised his head and looked at Yu Tingfeng.

"I want to try this."

"Don't you have long hands?" Yu Tingfeng said impatiently. Seeing that he didn't move, he picked up a box and handed it to him in a very speechless manner, "Can you open the lid yourself?"

"This box is a bit much, if you can't finish it, wouldn't it be a waste?" Song Zhaolan said.

"Don't worry, you, a glutton, can't finish it?"

"...You're right." Song Zhaolan took off the cover, picked up one and tasted one, and highly praised it, "It's delicious."

Even if Yu Tingfeng didn't make it himself, he was still somewhat honored to hear this. He said with emotion: "As long as other people have your good words, this store will not collapse."

"How come, the wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and the business will definitely improve." Song Zhaolan said, "And aren't you so busy that you came to help?"

"It's just a little business on weekends. Usually there are no people. Sooner or later, it will go bankrupt."

Song Zhaolan was silent: "How about..."

"Boss, boss, we're coming!" Sun Yicheng and others suddenly chirped outside the door.

The two looked at each other and panicked at the same time.

Yu Tingfeng: "Hurry up and hide!"

Song Zhaolan handed the box to him, stuffed half of the mung bean cakes in his hand into his mouth, then slipped into the back kitchen and hid under the cake making table.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yu Huan said in shock.

Song Zhaolan: "Hush!"

Yu Huan didn't know why, so when he walked to the door of the back kitchen, he saw Yu Tingfeng looked like an idiot, with a piece of cake in his mouth, watching his friends squeeze in dumbfounded.

"Ah, I haven't seen you for a long time." Yu Huan said enthusiastically, "Are you looking for him to play again?"

"Hello, Auntie!" A group of people collectively bowed and said hello, making Yu Huan laugh out loud.

"Then play by yourself, take whatever you want, I'll go to work first." Yu Huan said.

"Okay." Liu Zhuizhui said to the others, "I want to drink milk tea. I heard that there is an online celebrity shop here. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay." Everyone responded.

"Then let's order milk tea first and then come to find the boss." Liu Zhuizhui took everyone out, "Boss, what do you want?"

"Two cups of any kind of milk tea."

"Two glasses? Anything?"

"Yes, I have a big appetite, do you have any comments?"

"No." Liu Zhuizhui muttered, "I think you have a big posture."

Hearing the sound of them leaving one by one, Song Zhaolan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go out, but another voice sounded outside, "Are you looking at the store today? Where's your mother?"

"inside."

"Okay. But you sit there and collect the money. If you have time, you can also read books. The end of the semester is coming soon. Try to get a good rank in the exam. During this period of time, your grades have improved, and I can see your hard work. .”

Ma Jingyang was right for this familiar emphasis.

Song Zhaolan was wondering whether to go out like this, wouldn't it look a little too weird?

Ma Jingyang babbled on for a while, and Yu Tingfeng became impatient: "If you want to find her, go find her, don't chant scriptures for me here."

Ma Jingyang smiled and walked to the door of the back kitchen: "Huanhuan."

"Oh, you're here." Yu Huan was preparing the ingredients for the cake.

Ma Jingyang walked over and hugged her from behind: "Is this another cake?"

"Yeah." Yu Huan didn't know what to think of, "Give it up, someone is watching."

"What are you afraid of? Your clerk has asked for leave today." Ma Jingyang glanced outside, "I'm used to stopping the wind."

"No, I mean there's more..."

Song Zhaolan squatted under the table, looking at their feet: "..."

"Who else is there? You can't hide other men here, right?" Ma Jingyang teased.

"Yes..." Yu Huan was about to speak when he was interrupted by a group of people outside.

"Boss, we are back!" Sun Yicheng yelled and ran in, showing Yu Tingfeng all kinds of milk tea they bought, "Why are a few glasses of water so expensive?!"

Song Zhaolan supported his forehead, and now he couldn't get out at all. At this time, another figure also got under the table.

The eyes of the two met, and they opened their eyes wide at the same time.

"You, you..." Ma Jingyang pointed at him in horror, "Why are you here?"

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