MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 94

Half a month later was the final exam, fewer students were playing in the corridor after class, and the weather was getting colder. Everyone huddled in the classroom, rubbing their hands while reading.

The students in class A are so absorbed in the sea of ​​questions that even after class, they can only hear the occasional conversation of a few people and the sound of going out to the bathroom.

"At the end of this semester, I hope you all take it seriously and give yourself an explanation. Moreover, the province has held a winter camp cram school, which only recruits 300 students from the whole province. I hope you will fight hard and go as many as you can. One." Wu Chenggang said on the podium.

The students whispered to each other, and Ji Xiuyuan was a little excited: "The winter camp is full of great gods, it would be great if I could participate. Do you want to go?"

Zhao Mingdeng: "I can do anything."

Song Zhaolan: "I don't want to go."

"Why don't you want to go? The teachers there are elite teachers selected by the whole province. I'm sure you can learn a lot. It will be very beneficial to participate in the competition. Maybe you can get a recommended place." Ji Xiuyuan said with great yearning.

Song Zhaolan was still thinking about Yu Tingfeng's injury, and shook his head: "Forget it."

"Food, lodging and snacks are included."

Song Zhaolan: "..." I'm so damned heartbroken.

Song Zhaolan wasn't going to tell Yu Tingfeng about it, whether he could go or not was still the same thing, the top 300 in the province was not so difficult.

But I didn't expect that Yu Tingfeng would take the initiative to mention this when we were getting along in private: "The old horse talked about the winter camp."

Although this matter is nothing to the people of their class F, Ma Jingyang still talked about it, encouraging them to work hard and try to join the winter camp.

"It feels very powerful." Yu Tingfeng said.

"You want to go?"

"I can't go even if I want to." Yu Tingfeng rolled up his trousers, exposing the wound, "You can go."

Song Zhaolan lowered his head to check the condition of his wound: "I may not be able to go either."

"You can, you are so smart, you can definitely go."

"Do you want me to go?" Song Zhaolan began to change his medicine.

"Of course, I heard that only super powerful people can join the winter camp." Yu Tingfeng patted his chest and gave a thumbs up, "The person I like must be the best, dragon and phoenix among people."

Song Zhaolan sighed.

Yu Tingfeng: "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "I just suddenly felt pressure."

Yu Tingfeng smiled: "Then you should study hard these few days, don't worry about me, my little injury is almost healed, and I have to prepare for the exam."

Song Zhaolan looked at him unexpectedly: "Really?"

Yu Tingfeng said seriously: "Well, if the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?"

Song Zhaolan tore off his trousers expressionlessly, and Yu Tingfeng also scratched his head in embarrassment, making him feel nauseous.

But in the next few days, Song Zhaolan really devoted all his attention to the exam, and his notebook was almost torn apart.

People who always go to bed on time at night have also learned from others to light up the lights and do problems under the covers with a flashlight.

Seeing Xue Canming, he was very curious: "Why have you worked so hard recently? Is there any cash reward at the end of the semester?"

Song Zhaolan paused, then laughed silently: "I just want to be a role model."

 …

The day of the final exam came as scheduled, and the exam rooms had already been cleaned up. Yu Tingfeng could go to class D to take the exam this time, which was a bit majestic indeed, and his subordinates output rainbow farts one by one.

On the way to breakfast, he taught his subordinates: "This time you have to take the test hard, test your demeanor, test your level, and strive to be an excellent one."

Men: "Yes!"

Zhang Wei: "..."

The cafeteria was full of people, and everyone came very early, wanting to finish eating quickly and go back to the classroom to hug Buddha's feet as soon as possible.

"Hey, someone left at Ziying's table." Tang Yuan said, "Let's go, let's go and sit with them."

Sun Yicheng saw that it was a big table of martial arts Zhengdao people, and he refused in his heart. Unexpectedly, Liu Zhui, Zhang Wei and Tang Yuan had already rushed over impatiently.

After struggling for a few seconds, Tu Minghua also walked over.

Sun Yicheng: "..."

Sun Yicheng looked at Yu Tingfeng who was silent at the side: "Boss, should we change places?"

Yu Tingfeng just didn't see Song Zhaolan's figure for the first time, and when he saw Song Zhaolan came back with the buns for the second round, he walked towards that table without saying a word.

Sun Yicheng: "..." You have all been corrupted by martial arts righteousness!

Sun Yicheng reluctantly went to cook, sat on the last vacant seat, and looked at Wulin Zhengzheng opposite him.

It is estimated that they did not seem to expect that this group of people would take the initiative to sit at their table.

When the atmosphere was awkward, Song Zhaolan ate with his head down, and he didn't know who he was saying to: "Eat quickly, finish eating early and go to the examination room."

After everyone continued to eat, Yu Xiaohui couldn't help but asked a physics question, and the others answered one after another, instantly turning into an academic exchange corner.

The Demon Cultists looked at each other and asked pretendingly, "Boss, what is the formula for free fall?"

Yu Tingfeng said: "Didn't the teacher talk about it in class?"

"I don't remember, don't you remember, Boss?"

"Of course." Yu Tingfeng said confidently, "I remember everything the teacher said."

At this time, Song Zhaolan raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, and the Wulin Alliance also looked at him along the line of sight.

Yu Tingfeng looked puzzled, and the members of the Devil's Cult also looked puzzled.

Just when everyone didn't understand why the air was suddenly quiet, Song Zhaolan asked, "Quanjude? What Quanjude?"

Everyone: "...."

The members of the Wulin League laughed out loud first, Liu Zhuizhui and Zhang Wei laughed heartily, Sun Yicheng and Tu Minghua didn't hold back, and lowered their heads to snicker.

A group of people laughed and laughed, and they didn't feel awkward and unfamiliar anymore, and the previous state of jealousy when enemies met disappeared.

Two days later, the exams were over, and the students had a quarrel in the teaching building, excited about the upcoming winter vacation.

After the teachers of each subject assigned the winter vacation homework, as soon as the bell rang, it was officially a holiday.

It's just that the student union still has some things to deal with. Song Zhaolan checked the items and work records of each department, then put on her schoolbag and prepared to ride a bicycle.

From a long distance, he saw a black plastic bag hanging from the faucet. When he opened it, he found a pair of men's gloves, and he didn't know who put it here.

He looked around, but didn't see anyone, took out his mobile phone, and called Yu Tingfeng: "Where's you?"

"My mother said that the store is very busy now, and she was called to look at the store. Are you done?"

"Well, there's a pair of gloves in the car, it's from you..."

"Who sent you!"

"..." Song Zhaolan changed his words immediately, "It probably wasn't for me, maybe someone lost it, so I'll put it in the lost and found."

Yu Tingfeng laughed.

Song Zhaolan was stunned for a moment: "You gave it?"

"Ang. It's cold, remember to wear gloves when riding." Yu Tingfeng reminded.

"Okay." Song Zhaolan lowered his head and smiled, and heard someone calling for the checkout, "Go ahead, I'm going to ride a bike."

When he got home, he took off his gloves, put them in the interlayer of his schoolbag, and sent a message to the other party.

Song Zhaolan: [Very warm, thank you]

Yu Tingfeng: 【If you really want to thank you, just promise yourself (^▽^)】

Song Zhaolan: 【Is your dowry ready? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [It's a deal! You wait for me! 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Wait, I was so happy and confused just now, what I want to prepare is obviously a bride price! 】

Three days later, when the final results came out, Song Zhaolan clicked on the overall ranking list first, and looked for Yu Tingfeng's ranking from the back.

Before he found it, Yu Tingfeng called him: "Do you know where you got in the exam?!"

"I don't know yet." Song Zhaolan continued to scroll up.

"No. 1! No. 1 in grade!" Yu Tingfeng said.

"Oh." Song Zhaolan couldn't help smiling when he heard the sound of him jumping up, "What about you?"

"I'll go see it now."

"I found it, two hundred and eighty-six, student Yu Tingfeng." Song Zhaolan read.

"What? I'm in the top 300?!"

"Well, congratulations."

"Great, the pocket money can finally go up!" Yu Tingfeng fell straight on the bed, swinging his legs up, "I plan to save the extra pocket money, and the city really awarded me A reward for being brave, and a bonus of 10,000 yuan, all are saved."

"Why save money?"

"Do it as a dowry."

"...Are you really serious?"

"You want to play tricks? No way, when I hand out the dowry, you are not allowed to go back on your word, or I will chase you to the ends of the earth."

Song Zhaolan smiled. At this time, he received the news from the head teacher, and his face paused: "There is another news, I got the quota for the winter camp."

"What did I say! You can definitely do it!" Yu Tingfeng was happier than himself, "Where is that thing? Is it Yuncanshan?"

The fool.

No wonder he was encouraged to go.

Song Zhaolan: "Winter camp is different from camping."

"Then where are you going?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan looked at the message sent by the class teacher and said softly, "The provincial capital."

"The provincial capital? How far away?" Yu Tingfeng immediately searched the distance, "...more than five hundred kilometers?!"

"Um."

Yu Tingfeng stopped shaking his feet and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Song Zhaolan also remained silent. If he said he didn't have this opportunity, he would naturally not regret it. But now that the quota has been obtained, it would be a pity not to go.

This is a decision about the future, he doesn't know if Yu Tingfeng can accept it.

"Yu Tingfeng, I..."

"Go ahead."

"Um?"

"Why don't you take such a good opportunity? You don't have much to do when you stay at home, and we may not be able to see each other every day. It's just that you go to see the outside world and come back and tell me." Yu Tingfeng said, " Besides, if the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?"

"Okay, you should do your homework well at home."

"Well, how many days are you going, when will you be back?"

"A total of 28 days, there will be seven days off in the middle for us to come back for the New Year."

In other words, I stayed in the camp almost throughout the winter vacation.

Yu Tingfeng buried his head in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, when are you leaving, I'll see you off."

"tomorrow."

"so fast......"

"Well, because the winter vacation is too short, we must hurry up."

Early the next morning, Yu Tingfeng rushed to the station, but saw Song Zhaolan surrounded by his parents and friends.

Parents urged earnestly, friends cheered and encouraged, and the atmosphere was extremely good.

"Send us some photos when you have time to see what the outside world looks like." Xue Canming said.

Wu Xiaoyu said: "How about I ask the driver to take you there directly?"

Mao Hongxi: "Remember to bring special products back. Special products are the best."

Chen Yuting: "Meet new friends, don't forget us!"

Yu Xiaohui: "Study hard."

Zhao Mingdeng: "Up every day."

Ji Xiuyuan: "Here are some fruits, you can take them with you on the way."

Everyone said one sentence to another, Song Zhaolan nodded repeatedly, but his eyes kept wandering around. When he looked in a certain direction, he paused for a moment, and then smiled.

Everyone followed his gaze and saw Yu Tingfeng standing not far away, stupidly.

"Why is he here?" Xue Canming muttered.

Yu Tingfeng smiled awkwardly: "Then what, I'm just passing by..."

"Really?" Song Zhaolan knew what was in it as soon as he saw the bag in his hand, and walked over with a smile, "Is this for me?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingfeng handed him a big bag of red bean cakes, "Don't be hungry."

Song Zhaolan took it over: "Thank you."

"Xiao Lan, it's time to get in." Zhao Qinghong urged.

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng and moved his fingers slightly. Then he looked at his friends, and suddenly opened his hands: "Goodbye, friends, let's hug one."

"Good brother, good." Xue Canming was the first to embrace him, and Wu Xiaoyu also hugged him, and said affectionately: "Call me if you are short of money."

The others quickly gathered around and hugged into a ball, and the hot-blooded men shed tears several times.

The scene was so spectacular that it resembled parting from life and death. Song Nian couldn't help asking his wife in a low voice: "Our son just went to a winter camp, isn't he never coming back?"

Zhao Qinghong: "..."

In the end, Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng who had been silent all this time, and took the initiative to hug him: "Goodbye."

This time, no one else hugged him. After all, they were not very familiar with Yu Tingfeng, and Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng could be regarded as "comrades" who had been injured together.

Song Zhaolan hugged everyone who came to see him off, and it's not uncommon to hug him.

Yu Tingfeng put his arms around his back, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Think of me."

"Most definitely."

Yu Tingfeng watched his back, and turned and left when he saw the figure completely.

After walking for a while, he looked back at the group of people: "Why are you following me?"

"We want to go to your house to buy some snacks, but that big bag of food made us hungry just now." Wu Xiaoyu said.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

During the whole winter vacation, Yu Tingfeng either stayed at home to read books, or did quizzes while looking at the store. He was so cute that Yu Huan suspected that something was wrong with his brain.

The shop was getting more and more busy, and Yu Huan didn't know why, so he had to ask two shop assistants for help first. But she found that Yu Tingfeng seemed very popular sitting at the front desk. Many young girls secretly looked at him when they were shopping, and jokingly called her "mother-in-law".

Yu Huan: "Brat, why didn't I know you still have this kind of charm?"

"Don't disturb my study." Yu Tingfeng buried himself in his homework.

Only by diverting his attention can he control not to think about Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan was very busy there, except for the first day when he had the chance to chat while familiarizing himself with the environment, it was said that the class was from morning to night, and the level of devils was even worse than that of the third year of high school.

Yu Tingfeng sent a lot of fragmentary messages, and it took midnight to receive Song Zhaolan's reply. The long one answered all his questions throughout the day.

Gradually, Yu Tingfeng didn't dare to contact him casually, he just said "good night" before going to bed, and waited for the other party's reply before falling asleep.

This is an emotion he has never experienced before. Missing is like a poppy. Once touched, his internal organs will be soaked in its taste, spreading infinitely in his body, and easily controlling all his thoughts.

He couldn't help thinking, how did he live without Song Zhaolan before?

— Wanton, but lonely.

Those who practice martial arts are most afraid of having weaknesses, otherwise they will never be able to be truly unrestrained and unrestrained. But now he is obviously no longer a fearless devil, he has a weakness.

He was even worried about whether the people thousands of miles away had enough to eat and whether they were warmly dressed... Did they miss each other as much as he did?

After finishing his work in the store, he rode a battery bike home with Yu Huan, and he remembered the time when he and Song Zhaolan rode a bicycle.

"There's something wrong with you kid." Yu Huan said, "You're acting too obedient, are you holding back something?"

Yu Tingfeng didn't speak. After returning home, he returned to the room after taking a shower, lying on the bed and looking at his mobile phone.

At this time, the phone rang, and he looked at the caller, startled, and hit the phone on his face.

He quickly pressed the answer button, but there was no sound for a long time. He wondered if the other party had pressed the wrong button, and asked in a low voice, "Is that you?"

"Um."

"Are you still awake?"

The other party did not answer this question, but asked: "Did you write your homework?"

"Writing every day." Yu Tingfeng replied.

"Ah That's good."

Yu Tingfeng heard that his voice was a little strange, not as calm as usual, and the tone of the sentence was also different, as if he was restraining something.

He worried: "What's wrong with you? Is someone bullying you?"

"No......"

Yu Tingfeng waited quietly for a while before he heard him say, "That's right, I miss you again."

After finishing speaking, the other side hung up in a hurry.

Yu Tingfeng turned over on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, then sat up on his buttocks, his body was no longer tired, and his heart was no longer uncomfortable.

Open the website and start buying tickets.

If his relationship lasts for a long time, he will be day and night!

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Yesterday's cuties were too good at talking, and, indeed, it's almost over, and it's slowly finishing up...