MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 32

At the corner of the turning wall, Geng Yiming was blocked by Zhang Wei covering his mouth.

"I'm sorry my friend, you don't want to disturb my boss at this time." Zhang Wei clamped his hands and stared at him fiercely. .”

It took a long time for Geng Yiming to break free from his grasp, and he said coldly: "Who is to say that you don't know how to be interesting? Why, you used to be arrogant, but now you are Yu Tingfeng's dog?"

"Who the **** are you calling a dog?" Zhang Wei kicked him, then suppressed him, "I'm a smart person, believe it or not, you really angered Yu Tingfeng, your end will definitely be miserable .and...you know what a shit!"

As long as Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan love each other, Song Zhaolan won't like women, that is, she won't like Yu Xiaohui, who is as beautiful as a fairy beside her, then Yu Xiaohui will give up on Song Zhaolan, and he can pursue the goddess without hindrance! Simply wonderful!

"I want you to take care of it, let me go, I'm going to find Boss Song." Geng Yiming said fiercely.

"Hmph, don't you recognize the boss too? I thought you were so good." Zhang Wei said disgustedly.

"You know what!" Geng Yiming roared.

Since recognizing the boss, the class teacher has been gentle with him, all the female students in the class have come to him to inquire about Song Zhaolan, and when they meet the **** in other classes, their shoulders are straightened up, the level of scenery is different from the past, it is wonderful !

Neither of them could understand the other, they pushed and shoved for a long time, Geng Yiming escaped from him again, decided to get down to business first, turned around and ran to find Song Zhaolan.

In the end, he was really unlucky, one of the floor tiles in front was broken, he stepped into the pit, sprained his foot, and fell directly to the ground, his head was so smashed that his eyes were staring.

"Be careful." A cold voice rang in his ears, and then he supported his head with one hand, and his long hair swept across his face, carrying a faint fragrance.

Geng Yiming opened his eyes in pain and struggled, and met a pair of star-like eyes. In an instant, pink bubbles seemed to pop up all around, and he heard his crazy heartbeat.

"Yes, it's you...the boss's younger sister, Yu Xiaohui..." Geng Yiming looked at her intermittently and said.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei immediately took Yu Xiaohui's head from his hand: "Don't worry, he's fine. Hello beauty, I'm Zhang Wei from Class F, I live in Changmao Lane, Wulin City..."

"Is he really okay?" Yu Xiaohui interrupted him, pointing at Geng Yiming's head and said, "Bleeding from knocking on his forehead."

Geng Yiming touched his forehead and really saw a trace of blood. Subconsciously, he wanted to scold her. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yu Xiaohui, coughed immediately, and said weakly, "My head hurts. Classmate Yu hug me."

"I'll hug you, you don't have to bother our weak classmate Yu with your heavy head." Zhang Wei hugged his head tightly.

Yu Xiaohui grabbed Geng Yiming's wrist.

Geng Yiming: "!"

I die and I live again.

Zhang Wei: "!!"

Fairy, do you think it's too late for me to hit the wall now?

"It's nothing serious." Yu Xiaohui took the pulse and said, "Let him go, this will block the blood vessels."

Geng Yiming glanced at Zhang Wei sullenly, leaned his head close to Yu Xiaohui's leg, closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be weak: "Oh my god, I'm so dizzy, I can't wake up~"

"Let me see." Yu Xiaohui clicked on his people.

Zhang Wei: "Student Yu, don't be deceived by his tricks—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud "pop".

Yu Xiaohui slapped Geng Yiming: "Is there anything better?"

Geng Yiming gritted his teeth and continued to play dead.

"Strange, it doesn't make sense." Yu Xiaohui glanced at the palm of his hand suspiciously, and then slapped him several times from left to right, "Is it better? Is it better? Let me ask you if you feel better?"

Geng Yiming immediately opened his eyes: "I'm fine! Thank you, classmate Yu, for your generous help. I think I can go to the doctor alive. It's great! Goodbye, classmate Yu!"

"That's good." Yu Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that the blood is blocked in your brain, and I will evacuate you now."

Geng Yiming held his flushed face in his hands, wanted to cry but got up without tears, and left the place scrambling.

Yu Xiaohui turned her head, glanced at Zhang Wei, and left indifferently.

Zhang Wei looked at her back obsessively, revealing his starry eyes: How can there be such a beautiful goddess who is so ruthless! I feel so safe!

 …

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng finished their meal in the cafeteria, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The two walked against the current. Looking at the students running towards the cafeteria, Song Zhaolan felt an unprecedented sense of superiority, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "The last class is physical education. It's great."

Yu Tingfeng nodded.

"By the way, did you participate in the basketball game?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"how?"

"Just ask, if you participate, it will be great, we can compete in basketball." Song Zhaolan remembered the cheers of his classmates just now, obviously full of affirmation of his skills, so he is now full of confidence, "Now At that time, I will beat you to pieces."

"Is that why you want to compare with me?" Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's not comfortable here if I don't compete with you." Song Zhaolan pointed to his heart.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"So have you signed up for the basketball game?" Song Zhaolan turned to ask him.

"Report it, let's go... be careful!" Yu Tingfeng suddenly grabbed his arm and carried a little in his arms, and Song Zhaolan almost knocked over the running students.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Yu Tingfeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said fiercely, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh." Song Zhaolan stood back to the side again, looking down at the road.

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him, wanted to open his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.

"Boss, Boss Song, can you help me?" Geng Yiming came from another road, saw Song Zhaolan's figure, and hurriedly called out a few times.

Song Zhaolan stopped and waited for a while, only to see that his face was red and swollen, and the skin on his forehead was torn, and asked, "What happened?"

"Forget it, I was blocked by Yu Tingfeng and Zhang Wei...Yu Tingfeng, why are you here too?!" Geng Yiming asked, pointing at the person next to him, with a somewhat angry look on his face.

Song Zhaolan looked sideways and asked, "Did you do it?"

"It's me." Yu Tingfeng stared into his eyes and asked, "What? Do you think I've done a lot of evil? It's not worth being friends at all, so you want to avenge him?"

Song Zhaolan frowned unobtrusively, her expression was not as casual as usual, and her eyes were a little more troubled.

Yu Tingfeng seemed to guess the answer from his expression, turned around and left, but his ears were still paying attention to the movement behind him, and he didn't hear Song Zhaolan's intention to catch up.

"Boss, I want to go to the infirmary, can you help me ask the head teacher for a leave?" Geng Yiming pulled Song Zhaolan back and said, "If I want to ask for leave like this, I will definitely have to scold me, it will be different if you say it. "

Song Zhaolan withdrew his gaze, took a look at the situation on his face, and had no choice but to deal with the urgent matter first: "Okay, I'll take you to the infirmary first."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and saw the two people leaving together from another direction. An unknown anger rose in his heart, and it seemed that no one was upset.

After Zhang Wei returned to the classroom, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Yu Tingfeng sat alone in his seat, and no one around him dared to step forward, not even Sun Yicheng and the others.

Zhang Wei walked over suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong, boss?"

Sun Yicheng muttered in a low voice: "I don't know. As soon as I came back, I said that I would sign up for the basketball game, and I also asked Geng Yiming which events he applied for, and he had to apply for each of them. What's going on, how did Geng Yiming offend our boss?"

Zhang Wei understood, most likely he was jealous!

No matter how much Yu Tingfeng was persuaded to participate in the basketball game before, he did not listen, but now he suddenly participates. Is it because Geng Yiming also participated, so he wants to compete?

Anyway, this is a good thing! Zhang Wei himself is a good basketball player, and with Yu Tingfeng's good looks, his class will definitely attract the attention of the whole school!

"Boss, let's go to practice." Zhang Wei invited.

Yu Tingfeng: "Get lost."

But Zhang Wei said calmly: "Geng Yiming can only be perfect after practice."

"Let's go." Yu Tingfeng got up and left.

Plan to pass!

Zhang Wei proudly made a comparison to Sun Yicheng, and Sun Yicheng suspected that his confidant's seat would be replaced! And he thought about the reason for a long time, and he could only think that it was because he didn't know how to play basketball, and he lost because of his inferior skills!

Half an hour later, the two returned from practice. Sun Yicheng asked Zhang Wei: "How is it? Is our boss a good player?"

"It's amazing." Zhang Weisheng applauded heartlessly, "Eight **** were knocked out, so I want to ask if they will be reimbursed?"

Others play ball, but Yu Tingfeng really plays ball!

Zhang Wei is now worried that during the game, Yu Tingfeng kicked Geng Yiming's head like a ball.

 …

The basketball game will finish the preliminaries and semi-finals before the sports meeting, and the finals will be held when the sports are in progress.

The preliminary competition was the last class on Friday afternoon, and the sports committee went to draw lots in advance.

"Are you going to fight class F?" Class A asked expectantly.

I don't know where the news came out today, saying that people from Class F are going to beat Class A and Class E to the ground.

People in class A think this is to vent their anger. Class E and class F have always been at odds, but recently class E and class A have gotten close, and they have to beat them together. This is the behavior of barbarians, which is tolerable or unbearable !

The main reason is that they now have confidence.

"Song Zhaolan! You guys have to fight hard later, let Class F know that we are also capable of literature and martial arts!"

"That's right, I've seen those people in Class F get upset a long time ago. It's like 258000 yuan. They only cry when they're out of society."

"Deputy squad leader, you should show your strength, don't hide it, and beat me to death!"

The enthusiasm of the students in Class A was unprecedentedly high at this time. Sure enough, the competition was the most cohesive.

Xue Canming was excited by the encouragement of his classmates, and he said, "Great, we can compete with them on the basketball court. Let him take a good look at what is the power of righteousness!"

Unexpectedly, the sports committee brought back good news, the opponent in the preliminary round was Class D.

"It doesn't matter, we will kill class D first, and then class F!" said the class leader passionately.

The last class, this class for all classes in the first year of senior high school, was replaced by physical education class, and then went to watch the game.

While scolding the school as a thieves, the students took melon seeds and peanuts to occupy their seats. Some girls even thoughtfully prepared mineral water, just waiting for the critical moment to deliver the water.

Yu Tingfeng stood behind the crowd in Class F, wearing a peaked cap, and beside him was basketball coach Zhang Wei.

"Boss, let's observe the actual situation of Class A first, so we can plan our strategy." After Zhang Wei finished speaking, he took out a small telescope from nowhere and looked in the direction of Class A, "Let me see how they are preparing." It's like... Well, warming up and drinking water, oh my goddess is so beautiful today, she looks very lonely, she needs a tall man like me beside her... Song Zhaolan, what are you doing, away from my goddess Further!"

Yu Tingfeng glanced sideways at him, took a look through the binoculars, and saw very clearly that Song Zhaolan took off his coat and put it on the chair. A girl wanted to get it, but Yu Xiaohui took the first step and glared at the other girls.

The binoculars turned to the side, and Song Zhaolan appeared in the center of the field of vision, wearing a basketball uniform, with fair skin, thin limbs, and looming muscle lines.

Opponents from both sides walked to the center of the arena, and there were applause and screams all around, especially Song Zhaolan's voice was the loudest.

"Song Zhaolan, come on!" Class A's monitor took the lead and shouted excitedly. At this time, she was no longer that timid girl. "Destroy them."

"Class D, come on!"

Class D yelled without hesitation. They had heard that Song Zhaolan and the others could hit random shots, but they couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

But as soon as Song Zhaolan came on stage, some girls in Class D rebelled: "Song Zhaolan, if you win, you have to marry me!"

"Me too!"

"Either you lose, or you marry all of us, it's up to you!"

Class A girl:? What a vicious slogan!

The squad leader yelled: "Song Zhaolan, don't be afraid, you can still marry us if you win! Class A can choose whatever they want!"

Other classes: "......"

And me and me and me (/ω＼)

Zhang Wei covered Yu Tingfeng's ears and said in a low voice, "Honey, don't listen to these women."

Yu Tingfeng shook off his hand and frowned: "You're so gross, do you want to die?"

Zhang Wei is so wronged, isn't this afraid that you will be heartbroken again?

As soon as the whistle blew, the two sides started to jump the ball. Song Zhaolan still had an advantage in this point. With one easy leap, he dunked the ball onto the field of Class A.

Class A burst into a burst of exciting shouts, as if the beating was not a ball, but a ball for their nerds to clear up their grievances and refresh their strength.

Xue Canming's speed was fast, and he grabbed the ball with quick eyes and hands. Before the defenders could react, he had already made a shot.

In half a minute, Class A scored two points.

The whole audience was boiling, this efficiency almost caught up with the answering questions of Class A!

Everyone in class A called Xue Canming's name in unison, which made Xue Canming feel embarrassed and scratched his head shyly: "It's not difficult at all."

For the next few balls, Class A was in full swing. Several players ran fast, reacted quickly, and bounced well, scoring five or six **** in a row.

"Brother Song, catch it!" Mao Hongxi passed the ball to Song Zhaolan.

Someone ran to intercept the ball in front, Song Zhaolan shot directly from the spot and scored a three-pointer.

"This score is high, everyone should follow this!" Xue Canming shouted.

So Song Zhaolan continued to follow the ball passed to him by his teammates, hitting every shot.

"Three-point king! Three-point king!" The screams continued.

"Song Zhaolan, vote for vote! Well done!" Wu Chenggang stood in the teacher's team, yelling very loudly, and then glanced at the other class teachers proudly, "Hey, tell me, this kid is really good, no wonder he didn't take the exam last time." Well, I guess I'm going to learn basketball privately, hehehehe, maybe I have to take Yao Ming's class."

Ma Jingyang said with a smile: "Who was worried last time that they only cared about playing at the sports meeting instead of studying?"

"Who said it? Did I say it?" Wu Chenggang pretended to have amnesia.

The people in Class D began to change their strategy. Song Zhaolan's fixed shooting position was blocked. He made a layup in three or two steps, grabbed the basket with one hand, and hung in the air for a few seconds before jumping back to the ground.

"Ahhh! I can see my abs!"

"Hastily, I must marry him in my life!"

"I want to go to class A!"

"I'm a mother...Is this the strength of Class A?" Zhang Wei was dumbfounded, how can he analyze the enemy's tactics and how to mark people!

"Boss, Class A won't really win the championship, right?" Zhang Wei asked angrily.

"Not necessarily." Yu Tingfeng replied calmly.

"Class D is powerless to fight back. Just at the beginning, the morale has dropped greatly and they have given up on themselves. Besides, with their devil-like strength in class A, can they still lose?"

"They have a fatal point." Yu Tingfeng knew the physical fitness of the few of them like the back of his hand, so he was not surprised at all, but after observing for a while, he found that it was still a bit difficult to win this competition.

"What's fatal?" Zhang Wei asked curiously.

As soon as the words were finished, a whistle rang suddenly on the field, and the referee made a few hand gestures. Zhang Wei understood it, and said in surprise, "Have you beaten?"

Xue Canming asked the referee suspiciously: "Why is it not counted? I obviously blocked his ball!"

"You hit him," said the referee.

"He robbed me of the ball, and I just wanted to get it back." Xue Canming said, "Isn't this ball just to be robbed?"

The referee didn't talk nonsense with him and continued to start the game.

The ball was passed to Zhao Mingdeng this time. He didn't think about the unnecessary physical conflict, so he simply ran with the ball in his arms. The other partners immediately stopped the enemy tacitly, allowing him to run to the basket to shoot the ball.

"I hit it." Zhao Mingdeng touched his head shyly.

Song Zhaolan and the others gave him a thumbs up.

Sports Commission: ...Didn't you find that the shouts disappeared?

The excited audience suddenly fell silent: "..."

The referee blew his whistle and fouled again: "Screen and run."

The squad leader got anxious and shouted: "You guys should follow some rules! Sports committee, what's the matter with them?"

Sports Committee: "I don't know either, I thought everyone knew the rules! I just practiced dribbling for a class yesterday!"

The whistle blew again—

Mao Hongxi received the ball, and facing the defensive opponent, he demonstrated a set of swordsmanship that was enough to shock people. The sword was an invisible sword, and the ball was used as a flagon. He carried it in his hand and performed for a long time.

One operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the time is one minute and five at a glance.

Audiences:"......"

Sports Committee: "..." Well done, don't do it next time! This is not your Oscar stage!

The sports committee member was about to collapse, and hurriedly called a timeout, and dragged them back to discuss strategies: "If you foul again, you will end up! Listen to me, everyone should pass the ball to Song Zhaolan and let him shoot."

Class D is also in a meeting—

"I feel like we don't need to work hard anymore?"

"They should return the main force to Song Zhaolan. We can't let the ball go to him. I have an idea..."

The game restarted, Class D served the ball, and the server passed it directly to Zhao Mingdeng.

Zhao Mingdeng subconsciously nodded and bent over, and said slowly: "Thank you Shi..."

The referee blew a whistle: "Timeout for holding the ball."

Class A's expressions gradually turned grim: "..."

Although Xue Canming didn't know the specific rules, he also understood that this was a bad move from Class D, which was to bully our kind-hearted Master Mingdeng. He said: "Master, next time you don't catch their **** again! You just go to the side and watch." , leave the rest to us."

"Alright." Zhao Mingdeng also felt that he was dragging everyone down.

Served again, Class D passed the ball to Zhao Mingdeng again, Zhao Mingdeng passed it back immediately, Class D passed it again, Zhao Mingdeng passed it again...

Sports Committee: Are you two just hanging out here for fun? !

audience:"......"

Referee: "Two fouls."

After several serves, Zhao Mingdeng was sent off.

Unfortunately, no one from Class A signed up as a substitute. At this moment, Wu Xiaoyu volunteered to join in. Since the exam, he has made up his mind to study hard. Recently, he has signed up for a lot of remedial classes outside, and he has been free for the past two days.

But Wu Xiaoyu was also sent off very quickly, because once he caught the ball, he would hug him tightly in his arms like begging before, and he would not let his job be snatched from his arms at all. Do it yourself.

The sports committee can only randomly pick a boy from the class to come on top again.

The substitute boy adjusted his glasses and entered the court weakly, staying as far away from the ball as possible for fear of hitting himself. But the classmates are telling him to grab the ball quickly, don't lose face.

He looked down at the ground, took a deep breath, and saw a ball coming from the ground, he gritted his teeth and snatched it indiscriminately, and then shouted to his classmates in surprise: "I got the ball!"

classmates:"......"

Xue Canming patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, you grabbed my ball."

Substitute: "..."

The score of class D has gradually caught up, and everyone's physical strength has declined. Song Zhaolan lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The fine beads of sweat glistened under the sunlight. Cover it up and let the girls say sorry!

"Wow, Song Zhaolan has a good figure." Zhang Wei sighed, and glanced at Yu Tingfeng from the corner of his eye. Seeing him lower his head and glance at his waist, Zhang Wei immediately cheered, "Boss, you have a good figure, no, you are quite good, super male model!"

Yu Tingfeng confidently looked at the field again, and it happened that Song Zhaolan was looking over, and the two looked at each other briefly.

Then Song Zhaolan took a quick look at the final score, they were only two points ahead of class D. In other words, as long as you don't let the opponent get points, you win.

The sports committee took everyone's hands to cheer up: "It's the last game, come on!"

Everyone is excitedly waiting for the final result.

Song Zhaolan regained some physical strength, and started to run on the field in high spirits, her hair curled up, and her whole body was extremely dazzling.

Xue Canming and Mao Hongxi cooperated well this time. After passing the ball to each other, they were ready to go up and shoot.

But he was quickly surrounded, Xue Canming glanced at the field, and quickly threw the ball diagonally: "Shoot quickly!"

Song Zhaolan turned around, and before the defender rushed up to smash the ball, he accurately threw the ball into the basket.

Three points!

Cheers all around!

"Yeah! I won, I won!" Xue Canming excitedly rushed over and hugged Song Zhaolan, "I knew you were the best!"

Mao Hongxi also hugged them emotionally.

"Where's the Sports Commissioner?" Xue Canming raised his head to look over, but saw the Sports Commissioner's expression on his face, and the students behind him also had the same expression, "What's wrong with you? Are you not happy to win?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Class D burst into loud laughter and shouts, "Song Zhaolan, you should come and be the son-in-law of our class! You are warmly welcome!"

The Sports Commissioner covered his face in pain: "You...you voted for Class D's basket!"

Song Zhaolan and the others: "..."

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Team of Four: Why are you laughing at us when we lost the game based on strength?