MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 30

Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom and held a meeting with a few confidantes, but the confidants waited for a long time, but they didn't wait for him to speak.

Liu Zhuizhui put on nail polish and asked, "What's the matter, if you don't talk about it, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going? Do you want me to see you?" Zhang Wei asked dog-leggedly.

"Women's toilet." Liu Zhuizhui smiled charmingly, "Are you still going?"

Zhang Wei: "I won't go."

"Countless." Liu Zhuizhui pinched his face, "Is my mother good-looking?"

Zhang Wei smiled until his eyes were narrowed: "It looks good, you look the best."

"So good." Liu Zhuizhui patted his face, let go of his hands expressionlessly, and continued to apply nail polish without interest, "You men are so boring."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wei didn't understand why she changed her face as soon as she said it. Don't guess if it's really a girl's mind.

"Liu Zhuichui, do you want to go to the toilet together?" Several female students shouted.

"Go, wait for me!" Liu Zhuizhui turned around and asked Yu Tingfeng, "Master, you should hurry up and talk about something."

Yu Tingfeng said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you can go play with your classmates by yourself."

"What do you mean by playing? We are going to the toilet in a serious manner." Liu Zhuizhui put away the nail polish, twisted his waist and went to find his classmates.

Sun Yicheng glanced at their backs holding hands and going to the toilet together, and couldn't help sighing: "I've never seen her like this before, I thought she was only with men, but now she has to **** to go to the toilet with the girls."

"That's because there are not many women in our place, only a group of lunatics, who do you want her to play with?" After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he coughed and started to talk about business, "It's like this, the sports meeting will be soon, There is a rule in the school to form three special phalanxes, our class has three places, who is interested in joining the Tai Chi phalanx?"

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then Sun Yicheng asked: "Isn't it the Tai Chi I imagined? Are we going to practice Tai Chi?"

Zhang Wei then said: "I know this. It's an old tradition. It's the same arrangement every year. There's nothing new about it. Compared with Tai Chi, I want to go to the Guofeng Square. It's so fairy-like, how beautiful it is!"

"No, you're going to Tai Chi." Yu Tingfeng ordered, only Zhang Wei was born and raised here, and there was no distinction between pros and cons.

"That's fine." As long as he can show off, Zhang Wei is happy.

"There is still one spot short, who will go?"

"I won't go!" Sun Yicheng slapped the table angrily, "I won't learn Tai Chi even if I'm killed!"

Guardian Right asked: "There is still one quota left, who else is going besides Zhang Wei?"

Yu Tingfeng looked at him without speaking.

"Are you going in person?" Guardian Right was shocked.

Sun Yicheng was also startled: "Boss, did the school threaten you with your parents' lives?"

Yu Tingfeng lowered his head silently, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't ask, hey."

Seeing this, Sun Yicheng strengthened his mind even more. It must be those hateful teachers who tried their best to persecute the leader to agree to this unreasonable request!

But Zhang Wei figured it out right away. In the early stage of the sports meeting, a grade leader would be selected to handle chores. This year, the monitor of Class A was selected. The girl in the class monitor is very timid, she definitely dare not speak up in person, and Song Zhaolan came to find Yu Tingfeng and Geng Yiming again today, so Yu Tingfeng agreed, isn't it easy to understand?

What are you people mad about? Are you mad at your boss for listening to your wife?

Right Protector took out two poker cards, twirled them a few times in his hands, and began to pinch his fingers to tell the fortune.

Zhang Wei was dumbfounded, and asked Sun Yicheng in a low voice: "What is he doing?"

"How to do it, don't let the secrets out, and don't tell others." Sun Yicheng said.

"However, many people gathered around to watch." Zhang Wei looked back at the students who came to watch the show, all staring at the cards in his hand curiously.

"Boss, you can draw one." Right Guardian opened his eyes, and handed the two cards to Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng took one casually.

Everyone immediately gathered together to see that it was an ace of hearts.

Zhang Wei asked, "What does this mean?"

"It means to go, since it is God's will, boss, then I will go with you." Right Protector said.

The onlookers asked: "Why does the Ace of Hearts mean to go? What is the mystery hidden here? Tell us, I want to learn tarot recently."

The right protector was not stingy either, and said generously: "Look carefully at the letter A of the Ace of Hearts, is there anything else underneath?"

A group of people bent down to look at it immediately, and saw a small word "yes" written in red pen under the word A.

Look at the bottom of another Ace of Spades, which says "No".

classmates:"......"

If you just play around for a long time, you just drew a lottery! The old stick!

"Cut~" The students dispersed one after another.

Seeing that all of them were going, Sun Yicheng struggled for a long time, and said, "Boss, why don't I go too?"

Yu Tingfeng hit the nail on the head: "You don't have to go if you want to, the requirement is that the height is the same, the next one."

The murder was invisible, and Sun Yicheng vomited blood on the spot.

The matter was settled just like that, the monitor of class A didn't expect it to be so easy, he specially thanked Song Zhaolan, and then went to his front desk to chat with Zhao Mingdeng's deskmate about the matter.

"Ji Xiuyuan, do you want to join the jk phalanx?"

When Ji Xiuyuan heard this, she shrank back: "Me, me?"

"That's right, Yu Xiaohui and I are the only ones participating now, so there is only one spot left. I asked around, and the other girls didn't want to. They thought it was a waste of time, and now you are the only one left."

"But..." Ji Xiuyuan was a little embarrassed.

"Help me, just walk around in jk, and practice time won't be wasted too long." The squad leader begged, "I've been looking for someone for a long time for this matter."

"But I..." Ji Xiuyuan bit her lip, "Can't you change someone?"

"You are the last one. If you disagree, our class will probably be ridiculed as a nerd again, and we can't get enough people in a square formation." The squad leader sighed.

"Alright then." Ji Xiuyuan compromised.

"Great! You are so kind!" The squad leader handed in the list with relief, finally completing the task.

 …

Among the three square formations, Tai Chi requires special practice.

The school is also very thieves. Most of this team is from the CDEF class, and there is only one place in each of the AB and AB classes.

Of course, Mao Hongxi, the owner of Wuji Sword Village, represented Class A. When he heard that he wanted to play Tai Chi, he immediately signed up enthusiastically.

The class leader was still wondering at the time, the whole class was thinking about how to save time and secretly engaged in studying at the sports meeting, why is this person so active?

In fact, Mao Hongxi hadn't touched his own sword for a long time, and he was born with a love of wine. The more alcohol he had, the more accurate his swordsmanship would be. When walking in the rivers and lakes, he always carried the wine pot in his left hand and the sword in his right, very unrestrained and unrestrained.

Today, however, swords are banned in society and alcohol is banned in schools.

He almost felt that he was useless, his life was over, and he was no longer worthy of being a martial arts knight.

Now, the chance to hold the sword has finally come! He must not miss it!

When he was told to practice, Mao Hongxi shook hands with his partners one by one: "Leader, I am finally going to realize my dream. Master Mingdeng, thank you for reading Buddhist scriptures for me these days. The sky has eyes, and my wish has finally come true. Can Brother Ming, don't give up either, by the way, the comics you gave me are very good-looking. Master Yu, your hands are so tender."

Snapped-

Mao Hongxi touched his swollen face, waved goodbye to his companions, and ran to the playground, the final destination of dreams.

Even though he saw that there were still two Demon Cult leaders in the team, he didn't care about his grievances, and just waited happily for the teacher to issue the sword.

"Students, this is the tool you need to use. Pass it to the back, one for each person, don't take too much." The physical education teacher said.

Mao Hongxi waited piously, rubbed his hands together expectantly, and solemnly took the Tai Chi fan from the person in front...Huh? Tai Chi fan? !

"Where is my sword!" Mao Hongxi shouted on the spot.

The teacher frowned: "Don't call yourself cheap, hurry up and pass it on, the people behind are still waiting for you."

Mao Hongxi passed the extra fan on, and shouted again in shock: "I want to play sword!"

The students around laughed out loud, and the laughter echoed on the playground, Zhang Wei laughed so hard that he squatted on the ground.

The teacher said: "Be quiet, classmates, don't play tricks at this time, and line up."

Mao Hongxi wanted to cry, but he held the fan, his hands trembling uncontrollably: "Why do you want to play with the fan?"

Teacher: "Because it looks good."

"But the Tai Chi sword is also pretty!"

Teacher: "Oh, you said this sword. The sword is more dangerous, and few of you can learn it well."

Mao Hongxi: "I will!"

Teacher: "I won't."

Mao Hongxi: "..."

Won't you still be messing around? !

Next, the loveless Mao Hongxi looked at the muscular teacher teaching everyone how to dance the fan. He looked away helplessly and saw Yu Tingfeng who was also not serious about studying. The other party was playing with the fan with his head down. There are a lot of tricks.

For some reason, he had the illusion of finding a bosom friend from the other party's lazy expression.

"Come on, those two people don't be in a daze." The physical education teacher shouted, "Come and stand back to back with them in a circle, dancing fans in circles, can't you learn such a simple movement?"

Mao Hongxi: "..."

Mao Hongxi looked at Zhiyin, but saw that Zhiyin really walked over, leaning back to back with the group of students, raised fans with both hands, danced slowly, and raised his eyebrows at him.

Mao Hongxi: "..."

Careless, how could he regard the devil as his bosom friend!

Provoke me, let me let you know that our knights can not only swing swords, but also dance fans!

The physical education teacher was about to call someone, when he saw this neurotic student finally walk into the team, and began to practice energetically.

"That's right, as long as Tai Chi Fan is played well, it is no different from square dancing!" The teacher said happily.

Students: "..." You know it too! ?

During the break, everyone gathered in twos and threes and sat on the ground.

Zhang Wei couldn't help complaining: "Can this attract girls?"

Protector You said, "I probably can't. I already want to wear a mask on the day of the performance."

"However, I feel that the boss is quite interested." Zhang Wei said, "I have never seen him cooperate so much."

"I also have this feeling."

The two looked at Yu Tingfeng together, and Yu Tingfeng twirled the fan in his hand: "Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Zhang Wei: "I don't think so."

I don't know what came to mind, the right protector suddenly said: "Boss, is it because I haven't touched the fan for a long time?"

"Yes." Yu Tingfeng's voice became softer and softer, and the past came to mind.

He used to have a very ordinary bone fan, which he liked to play with when he was free. When someone saw it, they thought it was a hidden weapon hidden in the fan, and they would immediately **** his fan when they were fighting.

From this, he also found fun, the more he regarded the fan as a treasure, the more those people would fear that fan, as if as long as the fan was destroyed, he could defeat Yu Tingfeng.

However, Song Zhaolan once knocked his fan to the ground when the new leader took office and the Wulin League united to besiege the Demon Cult.

Everyone thought that Song Zhaolan was going to win, including the Demon Cultists, but Song Zhaolan picked up the fan indifferently, saw the fan pendant that was smooth to the touch, and handed it back to him: "Take care of what you love."

"Why, didn't the boss like touching fans very much before?" Zhang Wei asked curiously, "It's the same as that costume drama. When will your secondary illness be cured?"

"You don't understand." The Right Protector said mysteriously, "That fan is our boss' life, as long as the fan is destroyed, the boss will die."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." No, why do you also believe in this rumor?

Protector Right: "There are also people who say that our boss's fan is not available to ordinary people, unless it is his destined person."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Where did the rumor come from?

Although Zhang Wei disliked their secondary illnesses, once he heard about the direction of the story, he couldn't help cooperating and asked gossipingly, "Then has anyone ever taken the boss's fan?"

"Yes, Song Zhaolan." Right Protector said, "The situation was dangerous at that time!"

Yu Tingfeng frowned.

"Cut, who did I think?" Zhang Wei didn't care, put Yu Tingfeng on the shoulder, and smiled maliciously, "Boss, tell the truth, did you make up this thing yourself?"

Yu Tingfeng shook off his hand, and then gave him an appreciative glance. Unexpectedly, the entire martial arts world was deceived, but this kid saw the truth clearly.

Times have changed, and there is no need to hide it any longer. By the way, to resolve the rumors, he said frankly, "Yes, I made it up."

"Look." Zhang Wei spread his hands and said to the right protector, "You don't understand, this is just the fun of our boss."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him appreciatively again.

Receiving appreciative glances, Zhang Wei returned a tacit wink, and was attracted by another beautiful landscape.

"I'll go, the beauties of the Guofeng group!" Zhang Wei's eyes were about to look straight.

Yu Tingfeng and You Hufa followed his line of sight and saw a group of five or six girls in ancient costumes walking towards the lecture hall, and many students around were staring intently.

However, the two of them lacked interest and walked to the classroom without any fluctuations.

"No, don't you guys like ancient beauties?" Zhang Wei excitedly asked.

"We've seen a lot." Protector You explained, "I've been lucky enough to see the most beautiful woman in the world, and that's the most beautiful woman in the world."

"The number one beauty? What does she look like? Is she better than Liu Yifei or Yui Aragaki?" Zhang Wei asked.

"It's very depressing, and the moon is ashamed, isn't it, the leader?" The right protector couldn't think of how to describe it, so he could only ask Yu Tingfeng for advice.

Yu Tingfeng shrugged: "I forgot what it looks like."

Now it was the turn of Protector You to be shocked: "Can you even forget the face of the number one beauty?"

"Is it strange? I only met once." Yu Tingfeng said, "Let's not talk about her, I even remembered Huang Wei's face after seeing her for a long time."

"Thank you, my name is Zhang Wei!" Zhang Wei roared.

"Then whose face do you remember?" Protector You couldn't help worrying about the lifelong affairs of his leader, not even the number one beauty. Could it be that the leader's orientation is a bit peculiar?

Like, like ugly people or something?

At this time, a commotion broke out in a group of boys at the back. Zhang Wei leaned over to listen and said that the members of the Guofeng group were practicing in the lecture hall. They had changed their clothes and were going to have a look.

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Wei immediately ran to find Yu Tingfeng: "Boss, do you want to go see the beautiful women?"

Yu Tingfeng lowered his head and played with the fan: "No."

"Oh, I almost forgot..." You don't like women at all!

Zhang Wei rolled his eyes, covered his mouth and whispered, "Are you really not going? I heard that Song Zhaolan is also in the Guofeng group."

Yu Tingfeng paused, then turned to look at him: "Him? Guofeng?"

"Yes, do you want to go and have a look?" Zhang Wei pulled his arm.

"No."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Hehe, if you have the ability to show off your words, don't walk so fast!

A group of boys stood outside the window of the lecture hall, huddling around and peeping at the situation inside.

The people inside had finished trying on the headgear, and now they were going to go to the playground to practice their formation. When they opened the door, they saw so many people watching, and several girls blushed, and trotted to the playground.

The girls came out one after another, and the Tai Chi team who were watching also went to the playground one after another, chatting with familiar female students.

Zhang Wei had disappeared for a long time. Seeing that all the boys came out from behind, the Right Protector was even less interested, so he simply went back to the playground.

Yu Tingfeng was the only one left wandering in the corridor. When he walked to the door, he happened to meet the male classmate in ancient costume. When he raised his eyes, he somehow felt that the four-eyed scholar looked familiar.

Before he had time to ask questions, the other party ran away in fright.

The people in the lecture hall had almost left. Yu Tingfeng suspected that Zhang Wei was lying to him, and was about to leave when suddenly the side door of the equipment room next to him opened, and a figure came out.

Her clothes are fluttering, her nature is natural, her face is like a crown of jade, her eyes are like bright stars, and her hair is like splashed ink, which can be called Pan An's posture.

The two looked at each other for a moment, the surrounding voices weakened, time seemed to go back thousands of years, Yu Tingfeng subconsciously said: "Song...Mr. Song."

Song Zhaolan looked down at the fan in his hand, and smiled: "It seems that Mr. Yu is practicing seriously."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"You guys are very involved in the play, so this is the stage?" The girl in charge of makeup and hair came over with a smile, "How is it, did you find the hair tie?"

"I found it, it's really in this room." Song Zhaolan said.

"Then you can take it, I have to go back and see if there is anything left behind." The girl left in a hurry, and when she passed the door, she accidentally bumped into Yu Tingfeng, "Sorry, I'm leaving first."

The fan was knocked to the ground, Yu Tingfeng bent down to pick it up, but the other hand was a step ahead of him.

Song Zhaolan handed back the fan and smiled, "The things you love are safe and secure."

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Yu Tingfeng clutched his chest: This must be my destined person.

Guardian Right: Don't you say this is a rumor? !