MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 73

Song Zhaolan's expression changed, and he looked at him unrequitedly: "Maybe Master didn't lie to me."

With this kind of wood, it's no wonder that the situation can change drastically. Even if there is, it's here to split this piece of wood.

unlucky.

Yu Tingfeng was still immersed in his own emotions, and said: "You have so many friends, and my good brother, why do you still think about other lovers? Is it because we don't care enough for you?"

Song Zhaolan straightened the bicycle expressionlessly.

"Don't forget who you are now. A student in No. 1 middle school should put your studies first, and forget about your love for your children. This is not in vain of the teachings of your teachers and parents." Yu Tingfeng followed behind Nag behind him.

"It's hard for you to listen to these words." Song Zhaolan pushed the car onto the driveway.

"That is, I am not the same as before. I have decided to change my mind and start a new life." Yu Tingfeng was about to sit in the back seat, but the car had already moved away from him.

"Hey, wait! I haven't gotten into the car yet!" Yu Tingfeng ran after him.

Song Zhaolan had no choice but to stop until the gate of the park, because Yu Tingfeng grabbed the back seat firmly.

"Have you been caught?" Yu Tingfeng smiled triumphantly, "You chicken, want to dump someone just after learning?"

Song Zhaolan got out of the car, rubbed his wrists, and was about to strike hard, but Yu Tingfeng boldly touched his fist: "It's still quite cold, let me ride instead."

Song Zhaolan was startled.

Yu Tingfeng had already walked to the front and sat on it, stepped on the pedal with one foot, and put one foot on the ground, laughing mischievously: "Let you see what a king is, get in the car quickly, and go home quickly."

Song Zhaolan slowly sat in the back seat.

The child passed by on a small four-wheeler and shouted: "Brother, your helper looks very good, and I want to compare with him."

"Compare with me? Look at you!" Yu Tingfeng stepped on the pedal, leaving the child's sight like a gust of wind.

Affected by inertia, Song Zhaolan leaned back and quickly grabbed his clothes.

"Do you know the way?"

"of course."

The cold wind on a winter night made his face ache, Song Zhaolan buried his face behind him: "Don't show off your skills, ride slowly."

The speed of the car slowed down, and it was driving unsteadily on the main road.

Song Zhaolan raised his head, saw his hair blown away by the wind, raised his hand to touch it.

Yu Tingfeng's body stiffened slightly, his face became hot: "What are you doing? Sneak attack?"

Song Zhaolan: "Is your hair longer than your sideburns? Go cut it."

"...I won't." Yu Tingfeng was about to rebel.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head and looked at the body in front of him. The wind had blown the clothes bulging, and he could vaguely see the strong and thin body of a young man inside.

He looped his hands forward, wrapping his arms around Yu Tingfeng's waist.

Yu Tingfeng glanced down, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Are your hands cold? You can put me in my pocket..."

Before he could finish speaking, his clothes suddenly loosened, and a gust of cool wind blew in, followed by a chill in his stomach, which made his whole body tremble.

! !

The faucet swung wildly, Yu Tingfeng hurriedly stabilized it, and asked the rest of his life: "Where do you put your hands?!"

Song Zhaolan pressed the back of his hand against his stomach and said, "It's warm."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Forget about being so pretentious, who will get used to you?" Yu Tingfeng cursed.

"Oh." Song Zhaolan pretended to be disappointed, "Then I'll just take it out."

As soon as he moved his hand, Yu Tingfeng pressed his hand through his clothes: "You covered me to keep me warm, but now you withdraw, are you trying to freeze me to death?"

Song Zhaolan curled his lips silently: "That's fine, I'll do what I can to help you warm your stomach."

After a while, Yu Tingfeng said in horror: "Why are you pinching me?!"

"I'll see if it's abs or fat."

"Abs, of course!" After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he wasn't sure if he had any excess flesh while sitting, so he quickly took a deep breath and sucked out his eight-pack abs, "Are you envious?"

"En." Song Zhaolan squeezed again.

Yu Tingfeng rode his bike triumphantly: "I usually don't miss out on exercise."

After arriving downstairs, Song Zhaolan locked the car and was about to go upstairs when he found Yu Tingfeng following him: "Aren't you going back?"

"Let me see the wound on your back first."

"also."

As soon as he entered the room, Yu Tingfeng hurriedly urged: "Pick up your clothes quickly."

"..."

Song Zhaolan returned to the room, took off his coat, and left a thin long gown, he lifted up half of the clothes to reveal his back.

"You said it's not a big problem, it's all red for several dollars." Yu Tingfeng pressed one of them, and Song Zhaolan snorted unpreparedly. He quickly let go and touched it instead, "Do you have medicinal wine at home?"

"Have."

As a nurse, Zhao Qinghong naturally has a regular medicine box at home. Song Zhaolan took the medicine box into the room and asked, "Can you wipe it?"

"What's so difficult about this, don't talk about applying medicine, I even drank poison." Yu Tingfeng patted his chest and promised, "Come on, lie on the bed."

Song Zhaolan lay down obediently. After a while, the room was filled with a pungent smell. A warm hand was pressed to the back, covering the injured area with medicinal wine.

The force was moderate and quite comfortable, Song Zhaolan almost fell asleep.

"Well, let me just say that I'm good." Yu Tingfeng said proudly, seeing that his eyes were closed, he didn't speak any more, and concentrated on rubbing the medicine on him.

His eyes were fixed on every inch of his body, his back was sunken down into a beautiful line, and there were two waist dimples, and further down was the undulating arc wrapped by pants.

Gradually, my mood drifted a little.

Yu Tingfeng shook his head, and focused on his back again. There was a red and swollen piece above the left shoulder blade. He pressed twice more, and his hand slowly stopped. When I got to that place, I heard the sound of people walking outside the door, so I quickly sat up straight, as if waking up from a dream.

Were you bewitched just now?

"Why didn't you press it?" Song Zhaolan asked sideways.

"Aren't you asleep?"

"Squint for a while, can't fall asleep."

Yu Tingfeng secretly thought it was dangerous, and said, "It seems that someone from your family has returned."

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Song Nian's voice: "Xiao Lan, are you asleep?"

"Still asleep." Song Zhaolan got up, tore off his clothes, and opened the door, "Aren't you going to be on duty tonight?"

"Lao Li has transferred shifts with me. I'll be on duty tomorrow. Hey, Yu Tingfeng is here to play." Song Nian finished speaking, wrinkling his nose, "What's the smell, what are you doing?"

"I fell down while riding a bicycle, and he was rubbing medicine on me." Song Zhaolan said.

"is it serious?"

"good."

"That's fine, boy, stumbles are indispensable." Song Nian said heartily, "Then you guys continue to play, I'll go take a shower and sleep first."

"I should go back too." Yu Tingfeng hurriedly said, put on his shoes and left in a hurry.

"What's the hurry, kid? I didn't drive him away." Song Nian looked puzzled.

"If he doesn't leave, it won't be easy for him." Song Zhaolan said in a low voice.

Song Nian: "Ah? What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Song Zhaolan walked to the window, looked at the figure downstairs who was jumping up and down in a hurry, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he took out a red bean cake and ate it, "It's delicious."

 …

After arriving at school on Sunday, Song Zhaolan went to the senior three teaching building, and went to talk to the director with Liu Yun for half an hour, and finally brought back good news to the student union.

"You mean, high school seniors can also join the program of the art festival?!" Qi Ran said pleasantly.

"Yes, in order to encourage each class to produce small programs, we will arrange for a third-year student to join in and assist in the performance." Song Zhaolan said.

"But do they have time to rehearse?"

"We only select seniors who are capable in their own right. They just need to participate in the rehearsal at the end." Song Zhaolan casually mentioned a few names, all of whom were old members of the art department of the previous student union. , not afraid of not being able to keep up with the rehearsal.

Ji Xiuyuan was particularly happy: "That's great, with their help, we will definitely be able to do it this time!"

All the students here are newly elected students, and everyone is trying to get things done.

"The head of the organization department will inform each class of the news later, and try to make a program for each class, so as not to let down the kindness of the seniors." Song Zhaolan said.

"Guaranteed to complete the task!" the head of the organization department said.

"In addition, after voting, the three cross-class cooperation programs selected are the English drama "Romeo and Juliet", a mix-and-match stage show, and a mix of songs. Do you have any ideas?"

Qi Ran raised his hand: "If every class can perform, there must be a lot of singing repertoires. Why don't we cancel the medley of songs if we don't collaborate across classes?"

Others also agreed, and Song Zhaolan nodded in agreement: "Yes, do you have any new ideas?"

Yu Tingfeng, who was sitting in the corner, had been unable to intervene, and at this moment, seeing Qi Ran showing off frequently, Song Zhaolan seemed to attach great importance to her opinion, and stood up uncomfortably: "I have an idea, how can there be no martial arts performance, we are A great country of martial arts."

Everyone: "..."

Qi Ran retorted: "Martial arts aren't attractive, it's not as good as dancing. Besides, where to find people who perform martial arts now, it's embarrassing if they don't look good."

Yu Tingfeng: "You don't need to worry about this, there are naturally professional people who will take good care of it for you."

Qi Ran: "You're making it too simple. If you're talking about the Tai Chi phalanx at the sports meeting, there's no need for it. It's just a formality. Since we want to engage in cross-class cooperation, we can't fool around."

"That's right."

"One thing to say, that Tai Chi phalanx is funny, right? Can this kind of stage be put on the big stage?"

"I think it's hard to get everyone together."

Everyone discussed with each other, and agreed that this proposal was very immature, and finally turned their attention to the person who made the decision.

Song Zhaolan asked, "Do you have any other opinions?"

Yu Tingfeng sat down angrily, and made a loud noise, causing everyone to glance at him.

Qi Ran said: "Don't threaten everyone in this way, we are all here to make this event a success, if you want to target me, you can speak out directly."

Yu Tingfeng didn't intend to target her at first, but when he heard her words, he immediately became angry, and as soon as he glared at her, Qi Ran's eyes turned red, and he lay down on the table aggrieved.

"Yu Tingfeng, you are going too far."

"That's right, Qi Ran is also for the art festival, why do you always sing against her?"

"You have to make people cry to be satisfied, right?"

Others condemned him one after another, Yu Tingfeng ground his teeth, pulled away the chair, and left the activity room without looking back.

It didn't take long for Yu Tingfeng to spread the story of Qi Ran bullying and crying among the students, and many boys spoke ill of him behind his back. They didn't like him a long time ago, but now he is bullying Qi Ran again, he is simply the scum of boys !

Yu Tingfeng pushed open the cubicle door, and kicked away the gossiper: "Don't hide in the toilet if you have the ability, go find me in our class, I'll wait for you."

Boys: "..."

The boys were fighting against each other, and someone found Geng Yiming: "Brother, I heard that you and Yu Tingfeng are at odds, do you want to beat him with us?"

"No, I'm busy." Geng Yiming said.

"What are you busy with?"

"Homework, Boss Song agreed, if there is progress at the end of the term, he will teach me two kung fu moves." Geng Yiming said proudly, "Oh yes, don't wait until the end of the term, he will start teaching me Kung Fu next week, and our martial arts team will start rehearsing. "

"What martial arts team?"

"The martial arts team of the art festival, don't you know?" Geng Yiming shook his head and smiled, "That's right, whoever let me get close to the president of the student union will naturally get first-hand information. Just wait, soon Someone will come to your class to recruit martial arts performers."

Boys: "..." Who is going to perform martial arts!

Yu Tingfeng was also shocked when he saw the head of the organization department who came to Class F to recruit people: "Who are you going to recruit?"

"Martial arts team," said the minister, "didn't you suggest it yourself?"

"Don't you disagree?"

"We don't agree, but the president agrees." The minister relayed the scene after he left, "The president said that martial arts should not be forgotten, and this performance will definitely be good. He took the blame and resigned."

Yu Tingfeng was stunned: "What about Qi Ran?"

"I'm just crying because of you. It's okay if everyone comforts me." The minister said, "I've finished asking questions on this floor. Except for Geng Yiming from the class next door, none of them are willing to sign up. Liang, is there anyone in your class? If not, I will leave."

"Have."

Yu Tingfeng directly reported the names of himself and his subordinates, not even Zhang Wei was spared.

Zhang Wei took a shit, and when he came back, he was suddenly told by his classmates that he was going to perform martial arts, and he was in a bad mood.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Yu Tingfeng wanted to find Song Zhaolan, but he was never free, or there was someone around Song Zhaolan.

This time, after finally seeing him alone, standing alone in the teaching building, just as he was about to go up to find him, he saw Qi Ran running from another direction, holding a box of props for the drama in his hand, Song Zhaolan took it, and the two walked to the activity room together.

Yu Tingfeng paused, and heard the discussions of people around him.

"Recently, Song Zhaolan and Qi Ran have been in the same frame too frequently. Is there really nothing going on between them?"

"I also feel that we are secretly in love. The two of us are a good match. They are not together. I am ashamed of so many of us who are cp."

"I used to think that Yu Xiaohui and Song Zhaolan would match, but now that I think about it, Qi Ran, who is lively and clever, is more suitable for that iceberg."

"I heard that Qi Ran was bullied by Yu Tingfeng and cried. Song Zhaolan comforted him. What is this but love?"

"What? Song Zhaolan loves Qi Ran? I knew it, it can't be wrong!"

"Qi Ran is so awesome, this took Song Zhaolan down."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Thunderbolt admires the speed at which you spread rumors.

When Yu Tingfeng looked over again, the two had disappeared from sight.

A gust of cold wind blew over, making the surrounding young saplings tremble, the sky gradually darkened, and the sun was covered by dark clouds.

Yu Tingfeng's pupils shrank, is this a vision of the situation changing?

Will Song Zhaolan take it as a sign of the appearance of a lover?

Something is wrong.

Just as Yu Tingfeng was about to catch up, he was caught by Ma Jingyang.

"I heard that you made Qi Ran in Class B cry? Go back to the classroom with me and explain it properly." Ma Jingyang raised his head.

Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom irritably. After class, he patrolled around and caught Zhang Wei, the only person he knew.

Zhang Wei was still sitting in his seat doubting his life, thinking about it: "Martial arts, martial arts... Wushu is a **** Madden West?"

Yu Tingfeng grabbed his clothes and brought him to the rooftop.

"If you have something to say, don't play around with me. Even if you are handsome, I only like beauties." Zhang Wei said shyly.

Yu Tingfeng let go of the hand supporting the wall, and asked in a low voice: "I want to ask your opinion on something."

"What's up?"

"It's not enough for Song Zhaolan to have me as a good brother, and he has been looking for another lover, what should I do?" Yu Tingfeng's eyes were sharp.

Zhang Wei: "If you want to say this, I won't be sleepy anymore!"

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