MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 89

When the two returned to the camp, they found that there were only a few scattered people.

"Zizhui you are back, come and play mahjong." Ji Xiuyuan waved her hand, "Three missing one, I will wait for you."

Liu Zhuizhui walked over and sat down, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Ji Xiuyuan said: "They all went to see if there is anything interesting nearby, come and play cards."

"Wait a minute, I'll go find the boss first." Liu Zhuizhui ran back to his camp, saw Yu Tingfeng lying on the grass looking at the stars, and kicked him.

"Are you in need of cleaning up?" Yu Tingfeng gave her a white look.

"I'll show you a treasure." Liu Zhuizhui squatted down and put the wood carving in front of him, "Does it look good?"

"Well, where did you get it?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Song Zhaolan sent it, hehe."

Yu Tingfeng sat up and took her wood carving to check: "Why did he give you this?"

"Look at how beautiful I am." Liu Zhuizhui raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you never received such a gift?"

Yu Tingfeng returned it to him angrily, patted his **** and went to ask for a gift.

Liu Zhuizhui snickered, then went to play cards with Ji Xiuyuan and the others.

"What did you and Song Zhaolan do?" Qi Ran asked in a low voice.

Liu Zhui glanced at her, thinking that he had just mastered a big secret, he couldn't help being a little proud: "Of course it's because he likes me, loves me, and protects me."

Three people: "..."

"Stop bragging." Qi Ran didn't believe her big words. It's not like she didn't know who Song Zhaolan liked and loved.

"I didn't lie to you." Liu Zhuizhui showed the wood carving in his hand, "Look, he carved it for me, it's unique, you don't have it!"

Qi Ran glanced enviously, and shouted: "Song Zhaolan, can you give me a wood carving as well?"

Ji Xiuyuan raised her hand weakly: "If that's the case, then I... want it too."

Yu Xiaohui glanced at the wood carving with a sullen face, and said, "Song Zhaolan definitely wouldn't have given it to you, so he wouldn't have given it to you."

"Why not? It makes you sour, who made you less attractive than me, slightly." Liu Zhuizhui stuck out his tongue at her.

Yu Xiaohui stopped counting the cards, got up to look for Song Zhaolan, opened the curtain of his tent, and saw Yu Tingfeng was also inside, pressing the person under him, holding his hand tightly with both hands.

Most likely it was another martial arts competition, Yu Xiaohui just took one more look at him, and then said to Song Zhaolan, "I want wood carvings too."

Song Zhaolan said, "Let go."

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand resentfully, Song Zhaolan sat up and looked at the person at the door: "What are you going to do?"

"Liu Zhuizhui has it all."

"..." Song Zhaolan always felt that she seemed a little childish, and he never argued about this before, but he didn't say it, and agreed, "Okay, I'll give it to you later, after the final exam is over. "

"There are also Ji Xiuyuan and Qi Ran, they also want to."

Song Zhaolan agreed together, and Yu Xiaohui left with satisfaction, and returned to the mahjong table, she said: "We all have wood carvings, but we have to wait, he won't be free to do them until the end of the semester."

Liu Zhuizhui pursed her mouth unhappily, Qi Ran smiled and said, "Is he so easy to talk to?"

"Maybe it's because Yu Tingfeng is also inside, he doesn't have time to deal with me."

The three of them paused and looked at her at the same time: "Who's inside?"

"Yu Tingfeng, it should be another martial arts competition."

Three people: "..."

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

Liu Zhuizhui patted her on the shoulder heavily: "It seems that you don't know everything like the palm of your hand, yohoho~"

Ji Xiuyuan pretended that she didn't hear anything, didn't know anything, and looked at the cards seriously.

Qi Ran couldn't help but go over to Ji Xiuyuan and whisper, "Do you know who they attack and who suffers?"

Coincidentally, Ji Xiuyuan didn't know either: "I guess it's Yu Tingfeng."

"I guess it's Song Zhaolan." Qi Ran always felt that Yu Tingfeng was as cowardly as a grandson in front of Song Zhaolan, and it was definitely impossible for him to stand on top.

Yu Xiaohui answered: "What are you talking about? What offensive and defensive players? Aren't they all able to both attack and defend?"

Two people: "!!"

So does Yu Xiaohui know about this?

Mahjong is playing lively here, and there is a lot of movement in the tent.

Yu Tingfeng held Song Zhaolan down again, with a fierce expression on his face: "It's fine if you don't give it to me first, but now you have to give it to so many people!"

"If you hadn't caught me as soon as I came up, maybe I would have given it to you long ago." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, and sat down next to him: "I don't care, you have to give me a wood carving."

"Isn't this being done?" Song Zhaolan took out a wooden stick beside him, which already had a rough shape, but it wasn't long before Yu Tingfeng rushed in, pressed him on the sleeping bag, and played with it. Temper to woodcarving.

"Is this for me?" Yu Tingfeng said expectantly, "Make it look better, be sure to carve out my heroic figure."

Song Zhaolan: "Do you have nothing to do? Do your homework if you have nothing to do."

Yu Tingfeng: "It's cold outside, so I just want to stay here."

Song Zhaolan: "Then bring in the homework and write it."

Yu Tingfeng did as he did, and hurriedly brought in his homework, with the papers spread out on his knees, and began to work on the questions.

It was cold and windy outside, but it was warm inside the tent, and Yu Tingfeng racked his brains to catch up with his homework. Song Zhaolan next to him was engraving woodcarvings intently, wood chips were piled up on the ground, and a few chips flew to Yu Tingfeng's feet.

He raised his head, turned his head to look, and saw Song Zhaolan's serious side face, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, his chest was filled with warmth, and he wanted to find an outlet.

"Song Zhaolan."

"Um?"

"Look at me."

Song Zhaolan stopped and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Yu Tingfeng bared his teeth and smiled: "It's okay."

"What are you doing?" Song Zhaolan had a smile on his lips.

"I just want to see you."

"Continue to do your homework."

"Um."

Song Zhaolan turned back, looked at the wood carving in his hand, picked up the knife, and changed the direction of the original trace, the expression of the character changed.

As a child, his father used to do the same, drawing his wife in the middle of the night. The mother sat beside sewing clothes, and the two occasionally looked at each other, which would inject a little warmth into the dim room.

So he is not like Yu Tingfeng who subconsciously avoids feelings, he has always hoped to meet someone, know his hot and cold, relieve his worries, and join hands with him.

"Yu Tingfeng."

"What?" As soon as Yu Tingfeng raised his head, before he could clearly see the other party's movements, two pieces of warmth touched his lips.

The surprise came too fast, before he had time to react, Song Zhaolan sat up straight as if nothing had happened.

Yu Tingfeng touched his lower lip: "No, do it again."

"There is no chance to start over in life." Song Zhaolan said straightforwardly.

"I don't care, you were a sneak attack just now, do it again!" Yu Tingfeng tugged at his clothes, and kept pushing his head against his shoulder, "Hurry up, you're cheating!"

Song Zhaolan was so distracted by him that he couldn't concentrate on carving, he held the knife and said, "Be careful not to stab you."

Seeing the cold light on the knife, Yu Tingfeng put down his homework and climbed directly behind him, wrapping his legs in his arms and embracing him: "This way we won't be able to stab it."

"Let go." Song Zhaolan was imprisoned and looked back at him, "You are playing a rascal."

"So what." Yu Tingfeng leaned over to kiss him, but Song Zhaolan stepped back a little, but missed.

Yu Tingfeng tore off his clothes in retaliation, lowered his head and bit his back shoulder.

Song Zhaolan's face turned red, and he turned around to make a move, but when he saw his hairy head, he just patted it lightly.

At this time, Xue Canming's voice came running outside: "Song Zhaolan, are you there! I'm coming in!"

Song Zhaolan's figure moved.

Xue Canming opened the curtain, stunned—

I saw Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng sitting opposite each other, holding a knife in his hand, resting on Yu Tingfeng's neck, Yu Tingfeng didn't dare to move.

"No way! Keep people under the knife!" Xue Canming hurried in, forgetting to ask why Yu Tingfeng appeared in the tent, and easily snatched the knife from his hand, "Are you crazy? What did he do? I messed with you by mistake?"

Song Zhaolan said: "Too stupid, I can't do a few questions."

Seeing a pile of homework next to him, Xue Canming felt ashamed for Yu Tingfeng: "Isn't it just homework, you don't even need to do it."

"What do you want from me?" Song Zhaolan asked lightly.

"Oh, I just came back, and I heard people from the Demon Cult say that Sun Yicheng seems to have disappeared." After Xue Canming finished speaking, he pulled Yu Tingfeng and walked out, away from this cruel place, "Your subordinates are looking for you."

"Then I'm leaving." Yu Tingfeng turned his head and glanced at Song Zhaolan, Song Zhaolan nodded guiltily, taking advantage of Xue Canming's inattention, reached out and touched Xue Canming's hand, Yu Tingfeng smiled.

A minute later, Song Zhaolan touched his face. After the temperature dropped, he regained his calm expression. He got out of the tent and saw a group of people from the Devil's Cult gathered around Yu Tingfeng to discuss the matter of Sun Yicheng.

Everyone went to play separately, and only came back one after another until just now, but Sun Yicheng has not returned for a long time, the phone can't be reached, and no one knows where he is going.

"Let's go find them separately, girls stay here and don't run around." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Yes." The demon cultists split up.

"Let's look for it too." Song Zhaolan looked back at Xue Canming, "What do you think?"

"Okay." Xue Canming reluctantly agreed, no matter what, everyone is out to play together now, if something happens to someone, they can't feel at ease.

Wu Xiaoyu and the others hadn't come back from playing outside. Song Zhaolan was worried that something might happen to them, so she called them one by one and asked them to come back quickly. There were only a few girls playing mahjong in the camp, and other people were camping, so it was safer.

Xue Canming walked down the path for a while, calling out his name from time to time: "Sun Yicheng."

"Hey, I'm here! Come and save me!"

Xue Canming quickly followed the sound and walked to the right, and after a while, he saw Sun Yicheng lying in a forest with a few leaves on his body, looking very embarrassed.

"Why is it you?" Sun Yicheng saw his face clearly and frowned.

"Why, don't you want me to save you?" Xue Canming stood beside him idly, leaning against a big tree, "Forget it, I'll go back to sleep."

Sun Yicheng was aggrieved and wanted to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he tore his bones and cried out in pain.

Seeing this, Xue Canming stopped talking nonsense with him, stepped forward and pinched his leg to check the situation: "It's dislocated."

"Of course I know!" Sun Yicheng gritted his teeth and said, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Why didn't you contact your people?"

"The phone is out of battery." Sun Yicheng said with difficulty.

"How did you fall? Couldn't you fly into the sky with one kick?" Xue Canming said in a strange way.

Sun Yicheng: "..."

Because I saw the leaves above my head, I wanted to jump up and touch the leaves on a whim. Who knew that I forgot that I had no internal strength, and I used too much force. When I fell, I couldn't stand firmly.

He wouldn't say such a shameful thing!

Fortunately, Xue Canming had a bit of a conscience, seeing that he was really in pain, he stepped forward and said, "Be patient, I'll help you pick it up."

Xue Canming took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers. He knew how to set bones since he was a child. If the other party was a girl, he might be more gentle. But since it was Sun Yicheng, he was straightforward, grabbed his foot and twisted it twice, and after finding the right position, he clicked on it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sun Yicheng yelled out the pain of childbirth, "Xue Canming, you stinky man, I'll kill you!"

"Okay, everything is going well, mother and child are safe." Xue Canming pulled his clothes to wipe his sweat.

"Get out!!"

It took a long time before Sun Yicheng recovered from the pain, glanced at him, and snorted, "Thank you."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"Don't push yourself too far!"

"Then climb back by yourself."

"..."

Forget it, he, Sun Yicheng, has never used any insidious tricks, but he just gave in. He said firmly, "Thank you!!"

"It's about the same." Xue Canming called Song Zhaolan and said that he was found. Song Zhaolan had the contact information of everyone in the student union, "I'll take him back now, and you can tell Yu Tingfeng. If he contacts, give me the phone and I'll call him."

Song Zhaolan was strangely silent for a few seconds: "It's okay, I can contact him."

"Thank you for your hard work. Even if you don't like him anymore, don't take a knife to his neck anymore." Xue Canming reminded.

Song Zhaolan: "...OK."

"What did you say? Song Zhaolan, how dare he?!" Sun Yicheng shouted at the side.

Xue Canming hung up the phone in time, and Yu Tingfeng asked, "What did he say?"

Song Zhaolan smiled sheepishly: "The man has been found, so let me not beat you with a knife."

"You can hit me with a gun." Yu Tingfeng whispered.

After half a minute, Song Zhaolan finally came to his senses and pushed him, "Go away."

Yu Tingfeng smiled, followed his footsteps, and notified Tu Minghua and others to return to the camp.

There were not many people on the path, Song Zhaolan was walking up the ladder when someone grabbed his right hand from behind.

He clenched it without any trace, and continued to move forward. The quiet environment made people feel a little dizzy. He asked without looking back: "What is the induction formula of the trigonometric function?"

"Ah?" Yu Tingfeng replied subconsciously: "sin(2kπ+α)=sinα(k∈Z), cos(2kπ+α)=cosα(k∈Z), tan(2kπ+α)=tanα(k∈Z) Z)?"

"anything else?"

"sin(π+α)=-sinα...wait, why are we saying this in such a nice atmosphere?"

"Spot checks."

"Oh..." Yu Tingfeng had no choice but to deal with the inspection first, and memorized several sets of formulas in a row. Seeing that he was about to climb to the top, he suddenly pulled him aside.

Song Zhaolan was caught off guard and leaned against a tree, looked at him: "Release."

"I don't." Yu Tingfeng bullied himself closer, "Unless you give me a kiss."

Song Zhaolan said, "Didn't we kiss before?"

"That doesn't count, it's not enough for me to relish, let me have another one." Yu Tingfeng said shamelessly, leaning his head forward, and just about to kiss his lips, the voices of Sun Yicheng and Xue Canming came from a distance.

"Song Zhaolan, who kills a thousand swords, dares to hurt my boss, so I won't beat him until I go back!"

"Then I'll throw you out of here first."

The two were noisy, Xue Canming raised his head and was stunned: "Song Zhaolan, Yu Tingfeng, you two..."

Sun Yicheng also looked up, and saw Yu Tingfeng pressing Song Zhaolan against the tree, excitedly saying: "Boss, get revenge quickly! Kill him!"

Xue Canming: "You dare! If Yu Tingfeng dares to make a move, I will throw Sun Yicheng down the mountain right now!"

Sun Yicheng strangled Xue Canming's neck: "Boss, I'm fine, even if I die, I will drag Xue Canming as a backing, don't feel sorry for me, you can do it!"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

The four looked at each other, Song Zhaolan turned and left: "Let's go."

"Well, they play a lot." Yu Tingfeng walked side by side with him.

The two people behind:? ? ?