MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 15

Yu Tingfeng has become addicted to playing games recently.

Killing all directions in the virtual world can easily arouse his desire for satisfaction, but some special skills seem to be gimmicky, which he scoffs at.

"You don't understand now, the more handsome the special effects are, the more girls love them." Huang Mao said enthusiastically from the side.

Yu Tingfeng drove him back to his dormitory, then turned off the lights and went to bed, continuing to play with his mobile phone.

"Boss, the student council members are on duty outside and can see the light." Sun Yicheng reminded in a low voice.

"It's so annoying." Yu Tingfeng hid under the blanket and continued playing the game.

If you are tired from playing, you will catch up on sleep in class.

Most of the teachers turned a blind eye to the students in Class F. Compared to Yu Tingfeng who was sleeping, the group of students playing cards in the back was annoying, and their voices became louder and louder.

The teacher in class was a young female teacher who had just graduated. She reminded them several times. As a result, this group of ignorant boys didn't listen at all. Instead, they became more and more complacent, as if they knew she couldn't do anything to them.

The female teacher put the book on the table and almost cried out of anger.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the desk: "Who will try again?"

Everyone was startled, Qiqi looked at the people who hadn't woken up, and saw Yu Tingfeng sitting up with a vicious look, his eyes were cold and piercing.

Everyone knew that he was the leader of the small group in the class, but at this moment, they really realized how scary he was. He didn't do anything, but his eyes were shocking enough.

"Sun Yicheng, remember all the speakers, and I'll settle the accounts one by one after class." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he fell asleep on the table again.

Sun Yicheng happily picked up the small notebook and prepared to register, but no one dared to speak anymore, and the classroom was extremely quiet.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng felt that something was missing again, and it was not easy to fall asleep. He raised his head and said lazily: "Teacher, you continue to teach."

The teacher was also taken aback by him at first, seeing that he didn't target himself, but helped himself maintain discipline, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the textbook again and started teaching.

When school was over on Saturday, the head teacher informed that the monthly exam would be held next week, and then summarized the discipline situation of this week: "Generally speaking, our class did very poorly this week. The students who did not violate the discipline are as follows. Everyone applauds and encourages .”

As he said that, Ma Jingyang threw a chalk tip casually and hit Sun Yicheng on the forehead in the back row: "If you want to talk, go out and talk."

Sun Yicheng covered his forehead and said in surprise: "Teacher, where did you learn the kung fu of perfect accuracy?"

Ma Jingyang: "Self-taught, do you want to learn?"

Sun Yicheng: "I think so."

Ma Jingyang: "Come be a teacher, you will automatically know it when you become a teacher."

Sun Yicheng: "I don't study much, don't lie to me."

After school, Sun Yicheng was still thinking about this question: "Boss, Boss, do you think that after becoming a teacher, you will be able to achieve perfect kung fu? I think our head teacher is also a martial arts genius, why don't you take him under our command?" !"

Protector You said, "Boss won't let Teacher Ma join."

Sun Yicheng: "Why?!"

Guardian Right looked at Yu Tingfeng's expression, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he told his subordinates, "Because Teacher Ma may become the stepfather of the boss."

Demon cult members: "?!"

What kind of devil combination is this? !

Sun Yicheng and the others suddenly thought of Yu Tingfeng's father in his previous life, and fell into inexplicable fear, and automatically substituted it for Ma Jingyang. Coupled with the name of the head teacher, it was so frightening to mention it.

"Hello, Teacher Ma." The students around shouted.

"Hello." Ma Jingyang, who was passing by, smiled friendlyly, then turned his head, and saw a group of students in his class sweating coldly, "What are you doing sneakily?"

Sun Yicheng and the others took dozens of steps back again and again, not daring to look directly into his eyes, and lowered their heads vertically.

"Don't forget to do your homework on weekends, and you have to check your self-study on Sunday night, do you know?" Ma Jingyang asked.

Everyone stood in a row, their heads almost touching the ground.

"Why are you so obedient?" Ma Jingyang muttered, then took out the phone and handed it back to Yu Tingfeng.

After the class teacher left, Sun Yicheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief, regained their composure, and said in horror, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go back and do your homework!"

"Right! I'm going back first!"

"Then I'll go first too, see you tomorrow!"

"I can't write, what should I do?"

A group of people ran to the school gate in a panic, leaving only the left and right guardians by Yu Tingfeng's side.

Yu Tingfeng lowered his head and opened the game.

Liu Zhuizhui said: "I want to go shopping, leader, please accompany me."

Yu Tingfeng: "No time, no going."

Liu Zhuizhui: "But other women are accompanied by boys! Otherwise, it would be dangerous for a beautiful woman to go out alone!"

"The person who meets you is really dangerous." Yu Tingfeng said sincerely.

"Hmph, smelly man." Liu Zhuizhui rolled his eyes, "Be careful that you will die alone forever!"

"I thank you for your blessing."

"..." Liu Zhuizhui had nothing to do with him, turned around angrily, and saw a handsome young man passing by not far away, twisted his waist and walked over, slipped off his school uniform jacket flirtatiously, and showed him again Delicate shoulders, "Handsome guy, do you want to go shopping together?"

The handsome guy pushed down his glasses and said, "Hello, classmate. I'm an intern teacher. You've found the wrong person."

Liu Zhuizhui put on her clothes silently, and walked back silently twisting her waist: "I'm dead!"

The beauty who has always been in the crowd of men has always been invincible, but she has run into walls one after another, and has lost confidence in life: "I think I should not live..."

"Liu Zhuichui! Do you want to buy milk tea?" A few girls came from behind, all from Class F, and called her by the way.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Liu Zhuizhui asked Yu Tingfeng again, "Are you going?"

"Come on, take the number." Yu Tingfeng said.

"...Huh, go and play by yourself!" Liu Zhuizhui strode towards the girls, "Baby, I'm coming!"

Guardian You glanced at the group of girls, and whispered: "Boss, you are so gentle with women."

Yu Tingfeng stopped talking, and didn't even glance at him.

Right protector: "..." Well, I'm even less gentle with men.

"Then I'll go back to do my homework first, and I'll study next week's fortune by the way." Guardian You is a fortune-teller in the Devil's Cult, and he likes to study astrology and fortune-telling when he has nothing to do.

Yu Tingfeng nodded.

Guardian Right was about to leave when he suddenly saw Song Zhaolan standing at the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, and muttered, "Who is Song Zhaolan waiting for there?"

"Wait for me." Yu Tingfeng glanced up, he had made an appointment tonight for a martial arts competition.

"Why did you wait for you?" Protector You was puzzled.

While talking, the two had arrived beside Song Zhaolan, and Yu Tingfeng asked kindly, "Are you waiting for me?"

Song Zhaolan: "No."

Yu Tingfeng: "."

Guardian Right pursed his lips, wanting to laugh.

"Leader, lord, I'm coming." Wu Xiaoyu ran over with two pancakes and handed them to him, only to notice Yu Tingfeng standing beside him.

He immediately stopped in front of Yu Tingfeng, and said vigilantly, "What do you want?"

Yu Tingfeng glanced down at him, then at Song Zhaolan, and left indifferently.

Wu Xiaoyu turned around in confusion and asked, "Leader, they didn't bully you just now, did they?"

"No." Song Zhaolan returned him a cake, "You eat one too."

"Okay." Wu Xiaoyu took it with a smile, and just after taking a bite, the driver at home came to pick him up, "Leader, where do you live, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No, my house is very close."

After Wu Xiaoyu left in a luxury car, Song Zhaolan walked towards home. When he was about to get to the bus stop, he saw Yu Tingfeng was about to get on the bus, and suddenly remembered something, and hurried over: "Yu Tingfeng, tonight When will I see you?"

The car was very noisy, Yu Tingfeng didn't hear it, he explained to the right protector, and the car door was closed.

When Song Zhaolan ran over, the car had gone far away. He carried his bag and chased for a while, but found that he couldn't catch up, and soon disappeared.

So he ran back again, caught the right protector and asked, "What did Yu Tingfeng tell you just now?"

"He said..." Guardian You suddenly closed his eyes, counted his fingers, and learned that Yu Tingfeng will not have an accident tonight, but Song Zhaolan will, so he recounted the words with confidence, "Tonight's canyon See."

Song Zhaolan hurried home to eat.

Protector You calculated again: "Hiss, why does the leader seem to suffer heavy casualties?"

Song's house is close to the police station, but a bit far from the school. It takes 20 minutes by bus.

But Song Zhaolan ran all the way back. He is not used to riding a car yet, so he will still give priority to his legs.

If it wasn't for the loss of internal strength, he only needs to use his lightness kung fu to flatten the sand and step on the swallow, and it would be a piece of cake to go home.

However, this does not affect his pace of continuing to practice. When his internal strength is gone, he has to keep up with his physical fitness. Running home is considered exercise.

Zhao Qinghong had already cooked the meal at home, and after asking a few questions about what happened at school, Song Zhaolan hurriedly finished the meal and went back to her room.

He left a letter on the desk, explaining the funeral:

Hello parents, if I have not come back when you read this letter, it means that I am no longer here.

You don't have to be surprised, and you don't want to seek revenge on him, when will the wrong be retaliated.

I will not tell you that he is Yu Tingfeng's, because he is a respectable opponent, this is an agreement between us men, if we fight against him, there will inevitably be casualties.

Finally, I wish you a happy life.

Song Nian will be on night shift tonight, and Zhao Qinghong is going to bed, so when he reads this letter, it should be when he is called for breakfast tomorrow. If he came back early, it would tear up and nothing would happen.

He quietly left the house and ran towards the largest canyon in Wulin City.

He was not at all surprised why Yu Tingfeng chose to be in the canyon, because the Demon Cult's lair was in a winding and rugged canyon, called the Demon Valley.

But the canyon here is a scenic spot, because he didn't bring any money or mobile phone, so he stood waiting under the streetlight at the toll point.

Waited and waited, just waited all night.

"Hey, wake up."

Song Zhaolan slowly opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a cool chair with some newspapers covered on him by someone.

He sat up in confusion: "Who are you? Where is Yu Tingfeng?"

"I'm a security guard. You've been here all night. Did you run away from home?"

"Where's Yu Tingfeng?"

"I don't know what the wind is. I think you are going crazy. You won't go home in the middle of the night. What are you doing here?"

Song Zhaolan realized that he might have been released as a pigeon, and was bitten a few times by mosquitoes.

Running all the way home, I happened to see Zhao Qinghong pushing open the door of his room, picked up the letter, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't move!"

"Ouch, I was shocked, why did you come back from outside?" Zhao Qinghong said, "What is this writing?"

Song Zhaolan rushed in quickly, grabbed the paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh, you dead child, you can't eat everything, spit it out!"

That afternoon, Song Zhaolan went to the school, put her luggage in the dormitory, turned around and went to the opposite dormitory 517: "Yu Tingfeng!"

There are only Yu Tingfeng and Huang Mao in the dormitory, and the others haven't come yet.

"Why?" Yu Tingfeng looked up at him.

"Where did you go last night? I waited for you all night."

Song Zhaolan was rarely sullen, which made Yu Tingfeng feel fresh. He walked to the door curiously, looked at him for a moment, and said with a smile, "I played games at home. I lost all night and suffered heavy casualties. What's wrong?"

"Do you know that I have been waiting for you all night!"

Huangmao watching a play: Oh, what an emotional drama!

"Why are you waiting for me? I didn't ask you to wait for me, did I?" Yu Tingfeng wondered.

Hearing this, the corners of Song Zhaolan's mouth twitched, a little aggrieved: "Have you forgotten our agreement again?"

Huangmao: Again? Yu Tingfeng, you really are a big scumbag!

Yu Tingfeng scratched his hair: "Didn't I ask you yesterday? You said you didn't wait for me, I thought you didn't want to go to the appointment."

Song Zhaolan said anxiously: "I will wait for you, but I will wait for you after a while."

The two fell silent at the same time.

"Okay, I understand everything." Huang Mao stood up and walked among them, "It's all a misunderstanding, don't hurt your temper."

Yu Tingfeng asked: "Where did you wait for me last night?"

"The canyon."

"...are you stupid?"

"Tsk, what are you talking about?" Huang Mao quickly winked at him, "How can you call him stupid when he waited for you all night, he loves you deeply. Don't be angry, Song Zhaolan, the boss is responsible Cut it."

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

It seems that there is a problem somewhere, but it seems that there is not.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at Huang Mao: "Is that so?"

"Yeah. Come on, quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, don't worry about the little things, shake hands with each other, and forget about it." Huangmao took their hands and put them together, "Okay, you two now You can talk quietly, I'll go first."

Yu Tingfeng looked down at the folded hands: "Why do we have to whisper?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "I don't know."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and asked: "Huangmao, why do we want to... Hey, why are you black?"

Huangmao: "Because I was caught by the director, otherwise I will shave my head! Wait, did you see that I am black? I have been watching you play games for half an hour beside you!"

"Oh." Yu Tingfeng frowned suddenly, "You have black hair now, why should I call you yellow?"

"I have a name! My name is Zhang Wei! Eight Zhang Weis have the same name in the whole school, remember it!"

Yu Tingfeng nodded: "Okay, Huang Wei."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Song Zhaolan stared at Yu Tingfeng's hand for a while, then raised his hand, and pressed it tightly to his palm.

Zhang Wei: Damn, you guys are so disgusting!

Single dogs are really blind, Zhang Wei decided to retreat, and after walking a few steps, he heard Song Zhaolan ask Yu Tingfeng: "Hei Mao's method is good."

Black Hair: "..."

They all said that my name is Zhang Wei! So angry! !

"What way?" Yu Tingfeng looked at the two hands sticking together, worried that the other party would make a sudden attack, so he kept on guard, and his palms began to sweat.

Song Zhaolan put down his hand, Yu Tingfeng's palm felt cold, feeling a little empty.

"Compared to the size, your palm is slightly bigger than mine, so you can catch my Yufeng Palm." Song Zhaolan found out the suspicious point.

Yu Tingfeng: "...?"

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Could it not be because I am good?

Song Zhaolan: You have big hands, a long body, and fast legs, but you can't be better than me.

Yu Tingfeng: Okay_(:з」∠)_

ps: Another world in which Huang Mao was injured alone has been achieved.