MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 76

Yu Tingfeng drank the medicine in one gulp, and urged Song Zhaolan to read the letter.

Song Zhaolan slowly opened the envelope, and took out the letter paper inside with two fingers.

Yu Tingfeng looked at his expression, and was about to urge him to hurry up, when he heard a rush of footsteps coming from the entrance of the corridor, and the voice of Ji Xiuyuan talking with other students in the class.

"Don't show it to others!" After Yu Tingfeng explained, he left quickly.

I bumped into Ji Xiuyuan at the corridor entrance, and Ji Xiuyuan asked, "Yu Tingfeng? Are you from Class A?"

"Shut up, don't tell others that you've seen me, do you hear me?" Yu Tingfeng raised his fist.

Ji Xiuyuan didn't know why, so she nodded, and when she returned to the classroom, she saw that Song Zhaolan was the only one in there, and asked, "Did you see... oh, I can't say. Why did you ask me to come back?"

Song Zhaolan: "I want to ask if you have sorted out the list of cross-class performances?"

"Okay." Ji Xiuyuan pulled out her notebook and handed it to him, "Wow, you have so many love letters."

"It's all just pranks." Song Zhaolan casually opened the orange envelope, which was written to him by Xue Canming, and asked about the momentum formula in the letter.

Ever since he made the joke that his love letter was an academic discussion, his classmates all came to play tricks on him, sending letters one after another, asking study questions in it.

"Then the one in your hand is also the same?" Ji Xiuyuan pointed to a letter he had been holding in his hand.

The corner of Song Zhaolan's mouth curled up: "Well, yes."

"Well, these people are really fun." Ji Xiuyuan turned back, seeing that there was still a lot of time after class, so she simply came to catch up with homework.

The classroom was very quiet. Ji Xiuyuan opened her homework book and heard the sound of letter paper unfolding behind her. She didn't know who asked what question.

After a long time, Ji Xiuyuan wanted to ask a question, but found that the person behind her hadn't moved. She couldn't help but turn her head: "Whose question is it? It's so long? Haven't you finished reading it yet?"

Song Zhaolan raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Well, what's the matter?"

"I have a problem here, and I can't solve it according to the formula, can you help me look at it?" Ji Xiuyuan said, and took out a big apple from the table, "This is for you."

Song Zhaolan picked up the notebook on the table: "There is a process here, you can read it slowly."

"Oh good." Ji Xiuyuan took it, and opened the notebook with some doubts. In the past, she patiently explained the questions to them in detail. Today, it was the first time for her to read the answers directly.

After watching the problem-solving process for a while, Ji Xiuyuan finally understood. When she returned the notebook, she saw Song Zhaolan was still reading the letter with serious eyes, as if she wanted to chew every word into pieces.

"Is this question so difficult?" Ji Xiuyuan asked in surprise, "Isn't it because you took a competition question to test you?"

After finishing speaking, a smile appeared in Song Zhaolan's eyes: "No, it's an idiot's question."

Ji Xiuyuan was even more puzzled.

What idiot question, worth watching for so long?

There was wind blowing in from outside, and Ji Xiuyuan was afraid of the cold, so she turned and closed the window. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Song Zhaolan finally folding the letter. She folded it slowly and put it carefully into her pocket.

"It's so cold, do you want to close your window?" Ji Xiuyuan asked.

Song Zhaolan turned his head and looked out the window, the broken hair on his forehead was blown up, his nose bridge was straight, and a smile suddenly appeared on his deserted face, which made Ji Xiuyuan dumbfounded.

Ji Xiuyuan knew that Song Zhaolan would not like her, and she would not have any daydreams, it was enough to have such a good friend. But no matter how indifferent, people will still be moved by beautiful things.

The two of them were speechless for a while. Seeing his abnormal behavior, Ji Xiuyuan suddenly had a guess in her heart—maybe the letter came to verify other issues, such as personal issues?

Help, I'm so curious! Who the **** is it? It made the incomprehensible deputy squad leader laugh ahhhhh!

"You don't need to close the window." Song Zhaolan said slowly.

Ji Xiuyuan was distracted for a moment, and then he brought her back to her thoughts.

"The wind will stop soon." Song Zhaolan said.

"Okay." Ji Xiuyuan sat down and continued to do her homework, but things didn't go as expected. Not only did the wind not stop, but it got bigger and bigger, blowing the curtains up.

Ji Xiuyuan: "..."

Ji Xiuyuan: "I'd better go to eat first, do you want to come together? Isn't physical education your favorite class? You can make dinner in advance."

"You go first, I have something to do."

"Okay." Ji Xiuyuan walked to the front door, looked back, and saw Song Zhaolan took out the letter again.

Big problem!

Song Zhaolan must have someone he likes, who is it!

When the get out of class bell rang, the students all rushed out of the teaching building.

Song Zhaolan mingled in the crowd, strode straight to the cafeteria, was patted on the shoulder, and a ghostly voice rang out from behind his ear: "Did you see it?"

Song Zhaolan stared ahead for a moment, then looked at him sideways, and said, "Run."

Yu Tingfeng's pupils shrank: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, run now, right now." Song Zhaolan persuaded kindly.

Yu Tingfeng's eyebrows were knotted: "Did you not understand what I wrote? I don't just want to be friends with you..."

"Yu Tingfeng!" Not far away, the dean yelled at him, pointing at him angrily, "What's that stained on your head?!"

Yu Tingfeng was stunned.

"Aren't you going to run?" Song Zhaolan said.

"I'll come back to you later." Yu Tingfeng put down his words, turned around and ran away.

"Stop!" The director ran after him, and the students on the side of the road stepped aside to watch the excitement.

"Song Zhaolan, here, here! The dishes have been prepared for you!" Song Zhaolan heard Xue Canming's call as soon as she entered the cafeteria, and walked towards her companions.

They were almost finished eating, Yu Xiaohui asked, "Why are you so late today?"

"There's been a delay."

"Is there anything else that can delay your meal? It must be no small matter."

Song Zhaolan paused, picked up the chopsticks, and quickly started eating without saying a word.

Seeing this, everyone knew that he was going to concentrate on dinner and continue the topic just now.

"Yu Xiaohui, are you still communicating with Liu Zhuizhui?" Xue Canming asked.

"Hmm." Yu Xiaohui took out the letter and studied it, "Look, the martial arts moves written on it are very evil. I haven't figured it out after a long time of comprehension. I wonder if you can see anything?"

Xue Canming made a few gestures according to the pose above: "Why do I feel familiar?"

Chen Yuting took a look, and basically played out the following tricks without looking at the secret book: "Is that so?"

Yu Xiaohui: "That's right, that's it. How did you do it? What kind of kung fu is it?"

"This is the two-dimensional house dance, lovepeace." Chen Yuting introduced grandly, and made a gesture next to the eyes.

Yu Xiaohui supported her forehead, and immediately wrote a reply: "I'm very angry at you for joking." 】

She looked around and saw Liu Zhuizhui sitting at a table by the west window, she got up and walked over there, and patted the note in front of Liu Zhuizhui with a "snap", stunned the people at the table.

"It's okay, let's continue eating." Liu Zhuizhui greeted his good brothers, opened the note and looked at it, his expression changed, "Zhang Wei, Yu Xiaohui is angry, what should I do?"

"What? Then why don't you coax!" Zhang Wei immediately turned his back on him, "You've made people angry, so naturally I want you to coax them."

"I coax?!" Liu Zhuizhui pointed at herself, "How dare you let Liu Zhuichui, a stunning beauty who is overwhelmed by beauty, coax her?"

"What's the matter, then she is also a unique fairy in Qing Leng Chuchen, you can coax her, she won't suffer." Zhang Wei said.

"I'm not going." Liu Zhuizhui put the note away, glanced casually, and saw Tang Yuan and Lou Ziying having dinner at the next table, it was a kind of affection, almost blinding her eyes, a ghostly idea suddenly came to her mind, "Since Tang Yuan can chase decent women, then I can..."

"You also want to chase decent women?" Tu Minghua looked around, "Yu Xiaohui is the only woman left over there."

Zhang Wei: "No! Chase sister, friend's wife, don't bully me!"

"Who said I'm going to chase her." Liu Zhuizhui looked around at the table and saw that Yu Xiaohui was talking to Song Zhaolan, but Song Zhaolan was only focused on eating. She locked her eyes on the person who was buried in the meal, and smiled confidently, " Since we are going to be tough, of course we want to challenge the most difficult person, the one that even Yu Xiaohui can't handle."

"You mean Zhao Mingdeng?" Sun Yicheng asked, "It's really difficult to become a monk."

Liu Zhuizhui: "..."

After eating, Song Zhaolan returned to the classroom, and the students had already returned to read. He sat down on his seat, subconsciously took out the letter again, just opened it to read a line, and suddenly looked outside.

I saw Liu Zhuizhui's head sneaking out from the corner of the wall, revealing a pair of eyes, and he didn't panic at all when he caught him, he winked, and then noticed the letter in his hand, his eyes widened immediately.

Song Zhaolan held down the letter with his fingers and closed the window. When the students heard the movement, they all looked this way. Yu Xiaohui immediately walked out: "Liu Zhuizhui, what do you want to do?"

Liu Zhuizhui ran back to Class F clutching her little heart, and shouted as soon as she got to the corridor: "Boss, something is wrong!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she braked suddenly and almost ran into the middle-aged man in front of her.

"It turns out that there is still a fish that slipped through the net here, stand in this row for me!" The director pointed to the brothers standing in a row at the door, the tops of their heads were undoubtedly golden, and the rate of turning heads was too high.

Liu Zhuizhui stood at the end of the line and was scolded and scolded with his brothers. During the evening self-study, he had to lie down by the window to write a self-criticism.

After the director left, Liu Zhuizhui whispered, "Boss, I just found out that Song Zhaolan was reading a love letter!"

Yu Tingfeng's pen tip suddenly stopped, and he looked at her sharply: "And then?"

"It was written by people in our class!"

Others: "My grass?"

Sun Yicheng: "Who is so closed-eyed?"

Just as Liu Zhuizhui was about to speak, Yu Tingfeng pushed the others away, stood beside her, lowered his voice, and said vigilantly, "Tell me who it is first."

"I didn't see who it was either." Liu Zhuizhui said, "I just saw that it started with—Hi Song Zhaolan, I'm from class F... Song Zhaolan found out before I saw the name .”

Yu Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help wondering whether Song Zhaolan had read his letter or not?

A sneer sounded from the side, and Sun Yicheng smiled and said, "What a fool, such a foolish beginning will definitely not succeed."

Yu Tingfeng's mouth froze.

Tu Minghua also said: "It's really not as romantic as poetry. Thanks to Zhang Wei's class, we might have to write such an ugly beginning."

Yu Tingfeng squinted his eyes.

"Yes, if I see this kind of beginning, I don't even want to read it later, so I just throw it away." Liu Zhuizhui muttered.

With a stroke of Yu Tingfeng's brush, the paper was directly cut.

"Boss, are you going to rebel against the director?" Liu Zhui asked.

Yu Tingfeng turned around and left.

"Hey boss, where are you going?" The younger brothers hurriedly asked, "Watch out for the director to come back!"

Yu Tingfeng is going to get back his love letter!

"Song Zhaolan, come out!" A shout came from the door of Class A.

The students who were doing the question were startled, and Xue Canming immediately raised his guard: "Are you going to provoke me or something? Believe it or not, I will tell the teacher!"

"Everyone, continue to do your homework." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, she comforted her companions and walked out alone, "What's the matter?"

Yu Tingfeng dragged him to the rooftop, and it was unknown which teacher was not responsible, and he forgot to lock the door.

Yu Tingfeng closed the door smoothly: "I believe you have finished reading it?"

"What's wrong?"

"Give it back to me if you haven't finished reading it." Yu Tingfeng ordered.

"If you give it, it's mine. Why should you go back?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng rubbed his head irritably, and reached for his school uniform pocket: "Is it here? Give it to me quickly."

Song Zhaolan hastily pressed his hand: "Yu Tingfeng, you've made up your mind, do you really want to take it back?"

Yu Tingfeng paused, his fingers pinching the letter paper.

The two were in a stalemate, looking closely into each other's eyes, after a while, Yu Tingfeng still pulled out the letter.

Song Zhaolan's eyes darkened.

"I didn't write it well, so I went back and corrected it." Yu Tingfeng scratched his head to hide his guilty face.

Song Zhaolan slowly raised his eyelids: "Revise?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingfeng curled his lips, "The beginning is too rustic, we should change some poems."

After a while, Song Zhaolan chuckled lightly: "What do you want to replace it with?"

"Hmm... The mountains have trees, and the trees have branches. You don't know if you are happy with the king?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "No."

"Then...if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will only love it, and you will hurt lovesickness? Or else you can just ride a bamboo horse and walk around the bed... It doesn't seem right. Ten years of life and death are boundless, If you don't think about it, you will never forget it... Bah bah, why is it so unlucky." Yu Tingfeng racked his brains and couldn't think of anything else he could use to express his feelings.

At this time, Song Zhaolan suddenly said: "Hello, Song Zhaolan, I am Yu Tingfeng from Class F. I never thought I would write to you, hahaha, I also didn't expect that one day, I would use such a bad way to tell you this thing."

Yu Tingfeng stared at him dumbfounded: "You, you..."

"You always say that you are looking for a lover, but as your good brother, I am not happy about it at all. I hope you will never find a lover and stay with your good brother for the rest of your life. Now that I think about it, I am just too greedy. I not only want to be your good brother, but also your closest person (/ω＼)."

Yu Tingfeng's face was quickly stained with a layer of blush: "You don't need to read out the facial expressions!"

"I don't know if you understand what I mean. The closest person is the kind... It's erased here. What did you originally write?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng covered his face: "Don't ask, it's not a good word."

Song Zhaolan continued: "Maybe you think this is outrageous, but who let you break into my world without authorization. It's all your fault, so be the most intimate and unique person with me...Forget it Now, I am not asking for your opinion. I want to threaten you. If you don’t agree, you will beat me to death. Good and evil are different, we have the same gender, we have different hobbies, I will depend on you."

Song Zhaolan stopped, Yu Tingfeng was surprised: "You can recite word for word?"

"I think it's pretty good, more interesting than those poems." Song Zhaolan said with a smile.

Yu Tingfeng touched his cheek, it was hot, and said in a low voice: "There is another sentence later, didn't you see it?"

"I see."

"Then why don't you read it anymore?" Yu Tingfeng held his face to cool down, his legs were trembling, and he squatted directly on the ground.

"I'm sorry."

"...You read so much earlier, you are embarrassed to tell me now!?" Yu Tingfeng raised his head and looked at him.

Song Zhaolan also squatted down, took the letter paper from him, unfolded it, looked at the last line, and smiled: "Are you embarrassed? How did you write it?"

Yu Tingfeng blinked quickly: "Just, just write whatever you want."

"casual?"

"Rack your brains, rack your brains and write it! I don't have to work so hard to write a composition!" Yu Tingfeng blushed and looked at the paper. He didn't feel ashamed when he wrote it. Now he read it face to face, really I really want to find a place to hide.

But... He glanced at the letter again, and couldn't help asking: "What do you think? Is it very literary?"

"It's just so-so."

"You are demanding, and you are so annoying."

Song Zhaolan smiled and looked at the last sentence—

Who said there is no balance between good and evil, I want to stand in your heart!