MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 85

After last night's activities, many people were in the limelight, and the teaching building was full of voices.

The most popular programs are naturally several projects of cross-class cooperation. Song Zhaolan, who has the highest appearance rate, has naturally become the most talked about person, and Yu Tingfeng is not far behind. The popularity of Yu Xiaohui and Liu Zhuichui also remained high, and they were directly rated as the school belle, which is indisputable.

Even Zhang Wei, Geng Yiming and others went to have a meal, and were greeted by many people along the way, but they were happy in their hearts, and they still maintained a gentleman's demeanor on the surface: "Where is it, thank you, be polite, so-so Just put on a show."

Some people also came to him to ask for his contact information, and Sun Yicheng watched from the side with envy.

"Hello, are you Sun Yicheng?" A girl patted his shoulder lightly.

Sun Yicheng turned around in surprise: "I am!"

"Your performance last night was great." The girl said sweetly.

"Yes, is it?" Sun Yicheng scratched his head and laughed, "Where is it so good?"

Girl: "It's great...your eyes are so symmetrical."

Sun Yicheng blushed: "Thank you, what's your name, which class are you in? What can I do for you?"

The girl shyly said, "Can you introduce Yu Tingfeng to me? I want to know him."

Sun Yicheng's smile froze: "No help."

The girl walked away in embarrassment, and Sun Yicheng was sad like a lonely frog. Back in the classroom alone, he glanced jealously at Yu Tingfeng, who was full of stars.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Sun Yicheng immediately blinked: "Boss, you are wrong, I will not stare at you if I stare at anyone."

Yu Tingfeng grabbed him and threw several bottles of milk on the table to him: "Take it."

"Why do you have so many?" Sun Yicheng asked in surprise.

"I don't know who put it in, and I don't drink it. You're such an adult, and you still drink milk all day long, so hurry up and take it away." Yu Tingfeng waved his hand.

"Because my mother said drinking milk can help you grow taller." After Sun Yicheng finished speaking, he smiled at Yu Tingfeng, "Thank you boss! You will be my boss all your life!"

"Don't speak in such a tone, it's disgusting." Yu Tingfeng said disgustedly.

Sun Yicheng chuckled, returned to his seat with the milk in his arms, and shouted, "Boss, let's go hiking together in the afternoon, we've already made plans."

Yu Tingfeng didn't respond, he didn't really want to go over mountains and mountains with these savages.

The New Year's Day holiday is coming soon, and I don't know what arrangements Song Zhaolan has.

"After the holiday, pay attention to safety, try not to go out, and remember to keep in touch with your family when you go out. Also, remember to finish these six sets of papers and check them next Monday. If you haven't finished them, don't come in for class." Wu Chenggang stood on the podium up, seriously.

The students complained to the sky, and they have accumulated more than a dozen papers. This is not a holiday, it's just a different place to write the papers.

"By the way, about yesterday's art festival performance..." Wu Chenggang paused, and after whetting everyone's appetite, he said, "The performance was very good, and the school leaders and the leaders above all appreciated it, especially Those of us in class A say that you are capable of both literature and martial arts."

The students all laughed and looked at the protagonists with pride, and their faces were full of glory.

After the school bell rang, the students' minds flew outside immediately, and the tables, chairs and benches made impatient collision sounds, and a group of flying monkeys rushed out of the teaching building, happily running towards the school gate.

Song Zhaolan had to go to the student union to deal with some follow-up matters, such as costumes and props, on-site sanitation, and video shooting, etc., all had to be supervised and arranged for people to implement them one by one.

Almost all the members of the student union stayed to help, chatting and laughing busy, Qi Ran counted all the costumes and props, and then asked the person in charge to return them.

While talking, she walked to the side and almost tripped over the loudspeaker on the ground. Fortunately, Song Zhaolan, who was passing by, grabbed her arm in time, and then she stood still.

"This is all the expenses last night. You can check it, and then go to the director for reimbursement." Song Zhaolan handed the form to her.

"Okay." Qi Ran took it, and seeing that he was about to leave, subconsciously called him, "Wait a minute."

"What?" Song Zhaolan turned around.

Just as Qi Ran was about to say something, his gaze paused behind him. Yu Tingfeng stood a few meters behind Song Zhaolan, lazily leaning against the wall, and looked at her together.

As soon as Qi Ran got closer, Yu Tingfeng stood up straight and stared at them intently.

Qi Ran asked in a low voice: "Last night, can you delete our names? I promise, I will never do it again next time, please."

Song Zhaolan wondered: "But, the director personally registered your names last night, I don't seem to have the right to delete them."

"What? Director?!" Qi Ran was surprised, "He's still checking guards in the middle of the night, doesn't he have nightlife?"

Yu Xiaohui and Ji Xiuyuan also came over and fell into a long silence after hearing this.

Qi Ran asked, "Why don't you talk?"

Ji Xiuyuan: "I'm thinking about how to write a review. When the flag is raised on Monday, do you have to admit your mistakes under the flag?"

Qi Rannahan: "You have always followed the rules, why are you not afraid of reading the review?"

"Because I read it too much, I got used to it." Ji Xiuyuan glanced at Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng, then at Xue Canming and the others, "They have all read it."

"..." It makes sense, Qi Ran turned to Yu Xiaohui and asked, "Are you also wanting to criticize?"

Yu Xiaohui shook her head and pointed to the speaker at her feet: "If you can't move it, let me do it." After speaking, she picked up the speaker and left.

Qi Ran: "..."

Song Zhaolan was also busy with other things, Ji Xiuyuan looked at Qi Ran who was still in a daze, and asked quietly: "I was scared to death, I thought you were going to ask him about that."

"What is there to ask?" Qi Ran looked at the busy Song Zhaolan, and the door **** who was always guarding by his side intentionally or unintentionally, "He won't like me if I ask, why bother embarrassing myself. And... Such a guy who doesn't understand women's thoughts, it would be miserable to have him as a boyfriend."

Ji Xiuyuan pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes."

After finishing these things, it was already noon, and everyone left the school with their bags on their backs.

Song Zhaolan was the last to leave the activity room, locked the door before leaving. When he was about to reach the school gate, he turned around and looked at Yu Tingfeng: "Why are you so far away from me?"

"Look at you." Yu Tingfeng has always found that his back is also very good-looking, his body is upright, his steps are steady, and there is an indescribable attraction.

He stepped forward in two or three steps and asked, "How do you plan to go back?"

Song Zhaolan pointed to the carport: "Bicycle."

"Did you step on the school?"

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan pushed the car out, "What about you? Take the bus?"

"I don't, I want to take a ride." Yu Tingfeng stepped on the back seat, and stepped on the stirrups with his two long legs, "Drive."

Song Zhaolan stepped on the car, and it was a bit difficult to control at first, he muttered: "Why are you so heavy?"

"You think everyone eats the same as you, and you still don't get fat after eating so much." Yu Tingfeng's eyes lingered on his waist for a moment, "The waist is still so thin."

Song Zhaolan's face was reddish, and he held the faucet steady: "Sit down."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head, blowing the wind, until the phone rang, he answered the phone unhappily: "What's the matter, tell me quickly."

"Boss, are you going to climb the mountain? Our things are all packed!" Sun Yicheng said.

"No."

"How about three days off, you stay at home?"

"Yeah, can't you?"

"Then we..."

"Go and play by yourself, leave me alone."

Yu Tingfeng hung up the phone, put one arm around Song Zhaolan's waist, and asked with high spirits, "What are you doing on vacation?"

"Do your homework." Song Zhaolan supported the faucet vigorously.

"No way, the three-day vacation is used to do homework?"

"There are too many papers." Song Zhaolan said, "Do you have many?"

"It's okay, except for the questions I don't know, a paper will be finished soon." Yu Tingfeng said casually.

"No, you have to finish it seriously, or get out of the car now."

"Okay, okay!" Yu Tingfeng said angrily, "You will use this trick, can you change it to something new!"

"As long as it works." Song Zhaolan frowned.

"Stop at the intersection ahead, let's change people." Yu Tingfeng said.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't your foot hurt?"

"It's a small matter, and your plaster is quite useful, so there's nothing serious about it." Song Zhaolan insisted again and again, but Yu Tingfeng couldn't hold him back, and he didn't dare to drag him down on the road.

Song Zhaolan rode the bike to Yu Tingfeng's community: "Here we are, let's get down."

Yu Tingfeng put his schoolbag on his back, stood aside and looked at him.

"Let's go, if you don't know how to write a WeChat message to me." Song Zhaolan turned his head, just stepped on two steps, and found that the car couldn't be stepped on, he turned to look at Yu Tingfeng who was grabbing the back seat.

"It's already here... go up and drink some water." Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan glanced at the time: "I should go back to eat."

"Oh...then you go." Yu Tingfeng watched him leave at the gate of the community, boredly took out his mobile phone, sent a message to Yu Huan, and saw that Zhang Wei had just sent himself a few links , was about to open, suddenly, a bicycle braked sharply in front of it, with a "squeak".

Yu Tingfeng raised his head flattered, and saw the person who had gone and returned: "Aren't you going back?"

"I'm a little thirsty, let's drink some water first." Song Zhaolan said.

"Let's go." Yu Tingfeng immediately led the way, walking with wind.

Song Zhaolan smiled, remembering that when he drove out of the gate just now, he looked back, Yu Tingfeng's figure was a bit lonely, he turned a corner without thinking, and stepped back.

"Come in quickly." Yu Tingfeng found him a pair of clean slippers, "There is no one at home, my mother is going to Ma's house for dinner tonight. Are you hungry, or I can order a takeaway first."

"Just wait a moment." Song Zhaolan called Zhao Qinghong, saying that she was going to have dinner at a classmate's house and would go back later, and then nodded in agreement, "Add more rice."

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng ordered takeaway, poured him another glass of water, and then sat on the sofa, not knowing what to do next.

Song Zhaolan put the bag aside, took two sips of water from the cup, and also felt the subtle atmosphere.

Lonely and widowed, alone in a room, what should I do?

Yu Tingfeng took a sneak peek at him cautiously, saw his gaze wandering in the living room, and asked, "Is there anything you want to do?"

Song Zhaolan was stunned for a moment: "I haven't thought of it yet."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him, and suddenly pulled his foot up and put it on his lap.

Song Zhaolan's heart skipped a beat: "What are you going to do?"

"Look at your injury." Yu Tingfeng checked his ankle, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he rolled up his trousers, his eyes fell on the small white ankle, his movements were slightly stiff, and his eyes were straight. hooked.

Song Zhaolan slowly withdrew his feet: "I can do it myself."

Yu Tingfeng came back to his senses, scratched his head, put his hands on his knees, and covered half of his face, so as to block his burning ears: "What can I do?"

"Do your homework?"

"No! Do it after dinner!"

After another moment of silence, Song Zhaolan suddenly said, "I'm going to the toilet."

After Yu Tingfeng was left in the living room, he took a deep breath, as if with endless strength, he stood up and punched a set of punches.

The phone vibrated twice, he picked it up and looked at it, Zhang Wei sent him two more links, and he opened them suspiciously.

It was a few posts on the school forum, all of which became hot.

At the beginning, the main building was to discuss the various programs of last night, mainly focusing on a few programs that performed well, but someone was talking and suddenly knocked on cp.

People who didn't want to use cp quarreled with them and asked them to go to other posts.

So there are the next few posts, all members of the CP, among which the most nominated ones are Song Zhaolan X Yu Xiaohui's Double Kaolin Flower CP, Song Zhaolan X Liu Zhuizhui one righteous and one evil cp, Liu Zhuizhui X Yu Xiaohui Love each other Kill CP, and Yu Tingfeng X Song Zhaolan's black and white double evil CP.

- You people, Song Zhaolan and Qi Ran's cp building has not been destroyed yet, you have created so many new ones! Do you still remember Qi Ran by the Daming Lake?

- I climbed the wall, Qi Ran and Song Zhaolan are at best suitable, but Yu Xiaohui and him are a match made in heaven!

-cp is easy to pull, but the feeling of cp is so rare! Did you knock Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng with me!

- me me! You live at the head of class A, I live at the end of class F, you are obsessed with studying, and I am addicted to you... The combination of school masters and school masters yyds!

- Upstairs, don't forget that Song Zhaolan is not just a top student, his boxing skills are really 666!

- Grass, it's more emotional, I can't control the hand of writing the same humanities.

Although he doesn't know what kind of strange situation it is to be CP, but when Yu Tingfeng sees him and Song Zhaolan being put together, he feels inexplicably happy.

When he glanced down, he always saw a few words, and the wheels turned back and forth, so he couldn't help but reply.

【Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan are real, trust me】

Then this sentence appeared on countless floors, and no one would take it seriously.

At this time, Song Zhaolan finally came out of the toilet, with water dripping on his hands, he picked up a piece of paper and wiped it off.

Yu Tingfeng looked at his hands, raised his head, and was taken aback suddenly: "Why are your ears wet?"

"nothing."

Song Zhaolan pinched his slightly red ears. According to the atmosphere just now, something was likely to happen. He subconsciously hid in the toilet to adjust his state. After washing his hands for a long time, he looked in the mirror and saw that his ears were red. He used cold hands to cool down his ears , but nothing seems to work.

The two stood very close, Yu Tingfeng stared blankly at him wiping his hands, and found that he had been wiping his hands for a long time, so he couldn't help but hold his hand and look: "Isn't this done? What are you still wiping?"

"Wipe the bacteria." Song Zhaolan said nonsense,

Yu Tingfeng understood: "Piss in your hands."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Yu Tingfeng laughed, and finally couldn't help it, reached out to hug him, patted his back, and comforted him: "What a big deal, even if you pee on your hands, I like you too."

Song Zhaolan: "...I thank you."