MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 96

Song Zhaolan asked Yu Tingfeng if he came here secretly.

"Of course not. I told my mother to come here to see the university, and it happened that you were here again and had a companion, so she agreed." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he turned on his phone to take a selfie, "Come on, take a picture for her have a look."

Song Zhaolan asked again: "When are you going back?"

"Wait for you to go back together."

"So do you have a place to stay tonight?"

"No, I'll look for it later."

"Okay, stay safe and don't run around."

"Don't worry, I won't lose it." Yu Tingfeng made a promise, left the dormitory, looked at the door, and asked back, "How did you get down?"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"I just came up to look at you, not the way." Yu Tingfeng smiled sarcastically.

Song Zhaolan led him down the passage on the far right, all the way to the school gate, and told him: "I will contact you at 5:30, don't turn off your phone."

"it is good."

When Song Zhaolan returned to the classroom, many people surrounded him and asked, but he only said he was his cousin, and didn't mention anything else. After they dispersed, two students from Class A asked him curiously: "Why is Yu Tingfeng your cousin?"

Song Zhaolan lowered his voice and bluffed: "This is a secret, you are my friends, can you help me keep it secret?"

"can!"

The two agreed right away, but found out later that they still didn't understand whether they were keeping this secret with the students in the winter camp, or the students in No. 1 Middle School?

In the end, they didn't figure out whether Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng were cousins.

After class in the afternoon, everyone went to dinner, Song Zhaolan called Yu Tingfeng and asked where he was.

"I'm at the school gate."

Song Zhaolan ran over and saw him teaching the security guard Tai Chi.

"Okay, okay, the person I was waiting for has arrived, so I won't play with you anymore." After Yu Tingfeng finished talking to the security guard, he waved his hand, "I'm here!"

Song Zhaolan stood inside the gate and looked at him: "Have you found the place?"

"Well, it's on the opposite side, very close." Yu Tingfeng pointed to the direction across the road, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head.

"Then go eat quickly."

Song Zhaolan: "I'm free right now."

The implication is that only this time can see him.

While Yu Tingfeng was moved, he was also worried: "It's okay if you don't eat, just wait, I'll go buy something to eat, and I'll be back soon."

With that said, he turned and ran across the road to buy food.

Song Zhaolan stood there waiting, and after a while, he saw him running back in a hurry, holding two biscuits in his hand, and handed them to the gate: "Eat quickly."

The two looked at each other, and with the cold wind blowing, they both gnawed on the cakes in their hands, and laughed as they ate.

"Let me tell you, you brothers are so close that you can't stay here all the time, right?" The security guard couldn't stand it anymore, "Come in, come in, eat inside, what does it sound like for others to see?"

Both Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng entered the security room, met each other smoothly, thanked the security guard, and then sat together to continue eating cakes.

After eating, Yu Tingfeng moved the stool and squeezed beside him, his shoulders were tightly pressed together, and secretly took his hand and put it in his pocket.

Security guards stand outside and hang out.

Song Zhaolan looked at him sideways, as if he didn't need to speak much, looking into the other's eyes was enough to comfort the cold weather.

"Why don't you wear gloves?" Yu Tingfeng pinched his cold fingers and asked.

"Writing is inconvenient." Song Zhaolan held his wrist in reverse, "I can go back the day after tomorrow."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

In the evening, Song Zhaolan found the teacher to ask for leave, and it took a lot of talking to persuade him to agree to go to sleep out to accompany her relatives.

After self-study in the evening, he passed the flower bed and called Yu Tingfeng: "Hey, come to the school gate."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm on leave."

"Really!?" The sound didn't come from the phone, but from the door of the security room, and Yu Tingfeng ran out holding the phone.

Song Zhaolan ran over in surprise: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Doing homework, I thought maybe we could meet again, just wait for me." Yu Tingfeng entered the room excitedly, packed up his homework, and bumped fists with the security guard with his bag on his back, "Thank you, come back tomorrow."

"no problem!"

After Song Zhaolan handed over the slip to the security guard, he went out with him, and then took his hand naturally: "Where do you live?"

"We'll be there in a few minutes."

There are two or three small hotels on the opposite side that are still open. Yu Tingfeng originally only wanted to live alone, so he only wanted a single room. However, once the two tall people entered, it seemed a little cramped.

"It's late, let's take a shower and go to bed early." Song Zhaolan said.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

There wasn't even a decent desk in the room, so Song Zhaolan could only sit by the bed and hurry up to do today's homework.

Not long after, there was a little movement in the bathroom. He looked back and saw Yu Tingfeng pushed open the door and came out, wearing only a pair of underpants, with water mist on his body, and his abdominal muscles were clear.

Yu Tingfeng shivered, jumped onto the bed and got into the bed in two or three steps: "Go and wash quickly, I will warm the bed for you."

When Song Zhaolan entered, there was still fog in the bathroom. He wiped the mirror covered by fog, revealing his eyebrows and eyes.

He didn't bring his pajamas either, he could only get into the bed quickly like Yu Tingfeng, and it was warm inside.

"Come here a little bit, it will be warmer here." Yu Tingfeng pulled him in, and just hugged him in his arms, even he was stunned for a moment, and then he was secretly happy.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Song Zhaolan stared at the ceiling for a while and said, "Turn off the lights."

"Oh good." Yu Tingfeng remembered that he said he had to get up very early in the morning, and obediently turned off the lights to prepare for sleep.

But how can I fall asleep?

Yu Tingfeng has never shared the same bed with others before, and now there is someone more in his arms, who he has been thinking about for so long. For fear of disturbing the other party, he didn't even dare to breathe harder, silently feeling the other party's temperature, and then felt that his body was also heating up, almost burning.

This time, Song Zhaolan turned his lower body, he just breathed a sigh of relief, but who knew that the other party was actually facing his direction, and stretched out his hands to hug him.

Yu Tingfeng took a tight breath, held back, couldn't hold back, touched in the dark, held his face and kissed him, and only went in after finding the position of his lips.

Song Zhaolan responded to him.

Compared with the hasty and blunt kiss in the middle of the day, this time it has obviously improved. With both hands stroking each other's back, they gradually got lost in this kiss.

In the darkness, Yu Tingfeng paused suddenly, his cheeks were hot, and he said embarrassingly, "I didn't mean to."

Song Zhaolan was silent, and said softly, "Shall I help you?"

Yu Tingfeng was taken aback, and immediately leaned forward: "Okay, okay." As he spoke, he suddenly thought of the other party's state, touched it tentatively, and smiled, "Then I'll help you too."

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Tingfeng got up to wash his hands, couldn't help smelling the smell in his hands, and was hit on the head by Song Zhaolan with a clean paper ball.

The two washed their hands one after the other, and Yu Tingfeng just lay down when he saw Song Zhaolan put on his coat and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Not going anywhere." Song Zhaolan half leaned on the bed, took out the paper and continued to do the questions, "I haven't finished my homework yet."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Yu Tingfeng looked at him for a while, and saw that he did not change his face, he was concentrating on solving the problem, not at all like a person who just had a friendly interaction, this determination has to be admired: "You will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Song Zhaolan: "If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

"I'm not sleepy, I'll do the homework too." Yu Tingfeng also got up, and sat in a row with him to do homework.

After more than half an hour, Song Zhaolan finally completed today's task. He turned his head and saw that Yu Tingfeng had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

He smiled, carefully put the paper aside, and as soon as his hand touched Yu Tingfeng's face, he woke up.

"Did you finish writing?"

"Um."

Yu Tingfeng yawned and took off his coat: "Come on, sleep."

Song Zhaolan turned off the light, lay down, and after a while, moved a little to the side. When the other party hugged her, she didn't make any noise and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day's itinerary was similar. Yu Tingfeng established a relationship with the security guards by relying on a few Tai Chi moves. During the day, he would do homework, chat, and teach two kung fu moves in the security room, and then wait for Song Zhaolan to eat, get out of class, and go back to sleep.

The class officially ended on the morning of the third day, and when the students came out, they all looked like they had been hammered.

Yu Tingfeng stood at the school gate, attracting attention. He put his hands in his pockets and acted handsome. He didn't go up to take his suitcase until he saw Song Zhaolan dragging his luggage out.

"Are you going back now?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan thought for a while, left the box in the security room, and dragged him into the street: "Let's go shopping, this is my first time here."

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng suddenly thought, "Are we dating?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

The two took a car to the city center for a stroll, and saw the countless high-rise buildings, the bustling city and the cobweb-like traffic routes, which was jaw-dropping.

When passing by a luxury hotel, Yu Tingfeng was surprised by the magnificent decoration outside, he raised his head and looked at the name: "Burden Hotel? How much does it cost to sleep here for one night?"

In order to satisfy his curiosity, Song Zhaolan went in and asked the front desk, "How much do you charge for a night here?"

The front desk quoted the price of the cheapest single room: "Do you want to stay?"

Yu Tingfeng gasped when he heard that, Song Zhaolan shook his head and refused: "We still can't afford it."

The front desk smiled, it was rare to see such a calm and honest person.

Song Zhaolan led him to the door, and two tall and handsome men came out from the other side.

Song Zhaolan subconsciously glanced at the man wearing glasses, and Yu Tingfeng glared at him: "What are you looking at?"

"The temperament is pretty good." Song Zhaolan replied.

"Is it okay to have my temperament?" Yu Tingfeng refused to accept.

Song Zhaolan didn't even bother to return to him, and while they were talking, the two walked in front of them, and the taller man didn't know what he said, the man with glasses reached out to hit him, but the taller one dodged: "Hey, you can't hit. "

The man with glasses turned around and walked in another direction. The tall man chased after him with a smile and held his hand.

Yu Tingfeng looked at their interlocking hands, and at the unsurprised reactions of passers-by, he was a little surprised. Taro

"Let's go to eat." Song Zhaolan said as he walked towards the shopping mall, and held his hand generously. The two walked on the street where no one knew them. Even if others saw their intimacy, they would not be surprised.

While waiting for the traffic light, Yu Tingfeng still hugged him in the crowd.

"It's really nice here, let's live here too in the future." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Um."

"Then go to the hotel just now and stay for a few nights."

"..."

For the Southeast Asian food at noon, Song Zhaolan's scholarship was issued a few days ago, and he was finally able to fulfill his promise and take Yu Tingfeng to eat Southeast Asian food.

After eating, the two played until night in the video game city on the fourth floor and went to a buffet. Song Zhaolan taught the buffet owner a lesson with practical actions.

There was a bookstore on the third floor, Song Zhaolan went in to buy a few books, only to find that Yu Tingfeng had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He searched around, only to see Yu Tingfeng squatting on the ground reading comics in the corner: "Let's go."

Yu Tingfeng raised his head, closed the book in a panic, his face flushed slightly, and went to pay the bill with the comics in hand.

On the high-speed train home, Song Zhaolan took out the book he had just bought and read it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Tingfeng also opening the manga, and read it furtively. He almost covered his face. The waist of the book said it was Japanese The latest masterpiece of painter xxx.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhaolan turned her head suspiciously, and saw two male students kissing in the cartoon, and there seemed to be more exciting scenes behind.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan looked at him coolly: "I'm asking you something, what are you looking at?"

"Youth Practice Manual."

"..."

Yu Tingfeng said righteously and strictly: "I am learning from foreign advanced experience. Only by learning from each other and making use of each other's strengths and avoiding weaknesses can we make progress together."

"......"