MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 8

On Sunday afternoon, all students get back to school and prepare for evening self-study.

Song Zhaolan was carrying a backpack, in which besides textbooks and homework, there were fruits prepared for him by Zhao Qinghong.

Still holding an apple in his hand, he walked into the school gate and went straight to the dormitory.

"Leader, leader!" Xue Canming chased up from behind, and the wind blew a few strands of his hair, "Leader, how have you been these two days?"

Song Zhaolan replied to him: "It's wonderful."

"Really?"

"Well, a day trip to the police station." Song Zhaolan took a bite of an apple.

"What?" Xue Canming immediately grabbed his arm, looked around, and then asked cautiously, "Is that the scariest and most mysterious place?"

"Um."

"Then did you find out anything?" Xue Canming thought very simply. Most likely, for their safety, the leader took the lead in going to the most mysterious place to find out the inside story, so that they could act in the future.

Song Zhaolan thought for a while and said, "There are a lot of information to fill in, so it's best not to go."

"Okay, I got it, I'm going to inform them!" After speaking, Xue Canming ran non-stop to find other partners.

There were more and more people on campus, some were chatting and laughing in groups, some even had to read while walking, and occasionally a few girls would turn their heads to look at Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan took a bite of the apple, and his eyes lingered on these people for a moment, inexplicably recalling the mountain forest where he grew up.

Comfort, harmony, freedom.

After leaving that mountain forest, it was difficult for him to have a comfortable life. Even though he had never provoked any enemies, it was still difficult for him to sleep peacefully like before, surrounded by the sky and the ground.

But here, on this campus, these people passing by don't have to worry about the enemy coming to them, or being killed by prey, and they don't have to worry about being killed at any time.

It looks great.

Song Zhaolan was in a brisk mood and quickened his pace. As soon as he reached the downstairs of the dormitory, he bumped into some unharmonious elements.

"Did you **** my old mobile phone?" Yu Tingfeng and several of his men surrounded a yellow-haired boy by the gate.

The yellow-haired boy is tall, smells like cigarettes, and looks at people with disdain. He pushed Yu Tingfeng's hand away: "So what? Why, now that I find a few people, I think I'm Is it the boss? Have you forgotten how you cried and begged me to let you go so soon?"

"Well, I forgot." Yu Tingfeng took a step closer, and his originally loose eyes gradually gathered a terrifying force, as if he was waiting for the right time to make a move.

The yellow-haired boy is not only a classmate of Class F, but also a classmate of Yu Tingfeng in junior high school. In the past, Yu Tingfeng always hid in the corner gloomyly, so how dare he look him in the eyes like he is now.

"You really have grown up, kid." Huang Mao said viciously.

Yu Tingfeng picked up a broom casually, and heard Song Zhaolan cough indiscernibly.

"The teaching director is here." Song Zhaolan said casually, took a few bites of the apple, threw the core of the apple away, and threw it into the trash can next to Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was startled, the distance must be about ten meters! Where is this three-point shooter!

"What are you doing?" When the dean came over, his face changed, "Are you going to fight!?"

Yu Tingfeng's expression was tangled, and he looked back at his subordinates, who were also in a difficult situation.

Someone said in a low voice: "Master, it's already this time, why don't we just get rid of them all?"

Another person said: "Small indifference will lead to great conspiracy, the leader, we will let him go first."

"Very well, what is our big conspiracy?"

"I don't know yet, let's say it's in the works, cough cough cough."

"I heard from people in other classes that the dean is a terrifying existence, and I don't know what will happen if it falls into his hands."

Several people muttered, and the dean had already walked to them: "I'm asking, what are you doing?"

"We..." Yu Tingfeng hesitated to speak, his eyes fluttered. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhaolan passing them and was about to go upstairs, so he quickly grabbed his arm, "Let's take the classmate to the hospital Woolen cloth!"

Song Zhaolan: "?"

Dean:"??"

Huangmao: "..."

Yu Tingfeng carried Song Zhaolan on his shoulders: "This classmate has a stomach discomfort, we will send him to a doctor."

"What about this one?" the dean asked, pointing at the yellow hair.

Yu Tingfeng winked, and the right protector immediately followed suit, and amid Huangmao's panic-stricken shouts, he resisted him in one fell swoop: "He will go too."

The group of people hurriedly escaped from the director's sight, and the yellow hair was so uncomfortable that he kept cursing: "Let go of me, you bastards, fuck, I will kill you one by one when I get down. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh , I’m going to die!”

For the first time, Huangmao felt his own weakness, and he was carried on his shoulders effortlessly, and there were so many people watching on the road! Isn't he shameless! Is there no one to take care of it!

No, wasn't there someone who was carried up just now? Why does it seem that only he is calling?

Huang Mao struggled to raise his head, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the students on the road looking at them curiously, laughing while taking videos.

He held back his embarrassment and looked forward: "Damn it, it's a big mess..."

I saw that thin boy sat on Yu Tingfeng's shoulder at some point, the whole scene of a large horse riding!

Just Nima is outrageous!

Wake up! These girls are taking pictures of you, don't you want any baggage? Is there no one you care about in this school?

There were bursts of laughter around, Huang Mao didn't want to look directly at life anymore, it was worse than beating him ten times.

"Hit me, please, put me down and give me a good beating." Huang Mao begged for mercy.

Protector Right: "No, we won't release him without an order."

"Then where are you going?!"

"Just follow the front."

Huang Mao shouted: "Yu Tingfeng, where the **** are you going?!"

Yu Tingfeng didn't know where to run, so he asked the person on his shoulder: "That old man is still chasing after him?"

"Well, we'll catch up soon." Song Zhaolan sat firmly, and even wanted to speed up, "Run faster."

Yu Tingfeng ran for a while, and when he came to the playground, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did Song Zhaolan pick up his hair?

He looked back, and there was no sign of the bad old man!

"You lied to me!" Yu Tingfeng threw him down.

Song Zhaolan seemed to have been prepared for a long time. Taking advantage of the situation, he turned somersault neatly, sat down on the lawn, took out an apple from his schoolbag and threw it to him: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yu stops the wind, Yu dies.

"Master, what should we do with this person?" Right Guardian pointed to the yellow-haired boy and asked.

The short man rubbed his hands excitedly: "Why don't you let him have a taste of our specialty torture?"

A group of subordinates began to discuss whether to cook it raw, peel it alive or braise it in brown sauce.

At first, the yellow-haired boy only thought that they were showing off their tongues, but after listening carefully, they found that they were not joking. Just talking about skinning methods had dozens of methods, and the imagery was too strong.

"What do you think? Do you want to come quickly, or feel it slowly?" The short man turned his head and asked Huang Mao.

Huang Mao waved his hand: "Ugh..."

"Why is he still throwing up! Our class needs to clean this place, and it's my turn this week!" Guardian Right said angrily.

The short man immediately ordered: "Swallow it back!"

Huangmao swallowed down his throat.

Da Yuxi's family took him to another location to continue the interrogation, and the right protector asked, "Master, what do you plan to do with it?"

Yu Tingfeng stepped on Huang Mao's shoulder, and stepped down hard, Huang Mao felt that his shoulder was about to dislocate, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Give me back the phone." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Return it, I will definitely return it!" Huang Mao tremblingly took out a mobile phone from his pocket, "I haven't used it much, it's almost brand new!"

Yu Tingfeng took the phone and let go of his feet: "Get lost."

Huang Mao stood up with his shoulders supported, glanced at them, turned and ran away.

"Master, are you really going to let this person go like this?" Guardian You asked.

But Yu Tingfeng said: "Don't call me the leader in the future."

"What's that called?"

"casual."

When Guardian You thought of this place, people of the same age would call him by his first name, so he asked, "Yu Tingfeng?"

Yu Tingfeng squinted at him.

"Of course it's impossible." The right guardian waved his hand and pushed the dwarf, "Tell me, what's your name?"

The dwarf thought about it, and thought of what the head teacher called Yu Tingfeng: "Stinky boy?"

As soon as the words fell, not to mention Yu Tingfeng kicked him, the others also beat him silently.

Just at this moment, Liu Zhuizhui, their left protector, ran over, and his subordinates hurriedly asked: "Left protector, the leader doesn't want us to call him leader anymore, think about what to call him better?"

Liu Zhuizhui's eyes lit up: "Can I call you dear?!"

Yu Tingfeng glanced at her coolly.

Liu Zhuizhui: "Honey, it's the people here who express their liking, Master, they have liked you for a long time~"

"It's easy to talk." Yu Tingfeng pushed her shoulder away, "Don't act like a woman, stand up straight for me."

Liu Zhuizhui: "..."

"It's really boring, so let's call it the boss." Liu Zhuizhui curled his lips.

"I think so."

Yu Tingfeng nodded, and the matter was decided.

He touched the two mobile phones in his pocket, intending to hand in one to Ma Jingyang later, and he can keep a new one for himself, the plan will work!

After a while, he remembered another thing: "By the way, Song Zhaolan and I will have a martial arts competition tonight."

"Master... No, Boss! When did you make an appointment with Song Zhaolan?" asked the Right Protector.

Yu Tingfeng looked away guiltily: "Don't worry about this."

Guardian Right: "Oh, okay, so... the boss has found a way to deal with Song Zhaolan?"

The dwarf asked, "Should we ambush him?"

Yu Tingfeng frowned, pressed one person with one hand, and turned their heads back: "Look at who is that?"

The two of them took a closer look and saw that Song Zhaolan was eating behind them.

Oops, forgot this guy was still here!

Song Zhaolan finished eating another banana, checked the time, and was about to go back to the classroom, as if he didn't hear how the group of people were going to ambush him, he passed by them as if nothing had happened.

A group of people didn't dare to show their anger, and passed him quietly.

Only Liu Zhuichui, who was perceptive, was not afraid of death, and bumped him with his shoulder, and the school uniform jacket slid off, exposing his shoulders.

"Mr. Song, do you have time to watch the stars together?" Liu Zhuizhui asked Didi.

Song Zhaolan looked at her suspiciously: "There seems to be no stars in the sky here."

Liu Zhuizhui pointed to Song Zhaolan, and made a heart gesture on his chest: "You are my little star."

The corners of Yu Tingfeng's eyes twitched.

Song Zhaolan retreated tactically.

Liu Zhuizhui touched the **** thin shoulders covered by the short sleeves of the school uniform: "Mr. Song, let me be your girlfriend~"

As soon as the word girlfriend came out, Song Zhaolan thought of Song Nian saying that he would hand over pocket money to his girlfriend. His face changed and he stepped back tens of meters: "I can't bear it, so I'm leaving!"

Liu Zhui looked at the back of the man who couldn't come back after him, and stamped his feet on the spot: "Hmph, is my mother so scary? Boss, tell me, am I not beautiful enough, or am I not coquettish enough?"

Yu Tingfeng touched Baba's pocket tightly, and replied: "We are too poor."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: You can't have both a girlfriend and pocket money.

Yu Tingfeng: So I choose a boyfriend.

Song Zhaolan: 0.0?