MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 41

Song Zhaolan thought for a moment, and seemed to think of something, and there was a trace of shyness in his surprised expression: "I probably guessed it."

"tell me the story?"

"Seal, you are interested in the seal with mysterious power." Song Zhaolan said firmly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"It must be so. You still want to unify the rivers and lakes and be the master of this world. So you just heard Liu Yun's words, and your heart was moved immediately." Song Zhaolan reasoned through the whole process, and it was impeccable.

Yu Tingfeng: "...you say yes."

"Sure enough." Song Zhaolan secretly clenched his fists, "I should really be a catcher."

"Give up, being a fast catcher will only increase the success rate of criminals." Yu Tingfeng didn't want to discuss this issue any more, but wanted to change the topic, and looked down at the small box in his hand, "You What did you take?"

"Packed Black Forest Cake." Song Zhaolan suddenly asked, "By the way, why are you and friend Liu Yun here together?"

"..." Yu Tingfeng changed the subject again, "Is this cake delicious?"

"I don't know, it doesn't taste good." Song Zhaolan lifted the cake up, the black piece reminded him of the bitter coffee he drank just now, and he couldn't get up the energy to eat it.

He added: "What a coincidence, we actually met at the same store."

"..." Yu Tingfeng suddenly pointed to the cake and said, "I think it looks delicious."

Song Zhaolan: "Wait, I seem to have seen your clothes before."

"Why don't you eat the cake first."

"It seems to be on the bus?"

"..." Yu Tingfeng began to break out in a cold sweat.

Song Zhaolan's eyes lit up slightly: "What a coincidence, so we were on the same bus, did you see me?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

What do you think, if I hadn't asked the uncle in front of you to wake you up, you would have passed the station long ago!

Song Zhaolan sighed: "But I was so sleepy at the time, so maybe you didn't notice me, otherwise you wouldn't know how to say hello and wouldn't call."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." I'm guilty, but I dare to do it next time.

"Did you just say you want to eat cake?" Song Zhaolan walked to the chair outside the store, "Come here and eat."

Yu Tingfeng walked to the side and sat down, watching him open the box and handing the spoon to himself, very surprised: "You don't want to eat?"

"It doesn't taste good, try it, is it bitter?"

"Not bitter, a little sweet." Yu Tingfeng tasted a couple of mouthfuls, saw the other party looking at him eagerly, and passed the spoon to his mouth, "Try it?"

"It's really not bitter?" Song Zhaolan didn't quite believe it.

"real."

"You demon cultists are used to deceiving people."

"But I won't lie to you."

Hearing this, Song Zhaolan looked into his eyes and bit down: "Well, you really didn't lie to me."

After the two of them finished eating the cake, the sky was completely dark, the streets were lit up with strange neon lights, and there were more pedestrians.

"Going to eat?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"Aren't you going home to eat?"

"You don't need to go back." Song Zhaolan took out the money and said generously, "My dad asked me to eat outside. I'll treat you to what you want. Thank you for the red bean cakes you sent me during this time."

"Okay, I want to try Southeast Asian cuisine."

"no problem."

The two walked around and finally found a Southeast Asian restaurant. After checking the price at the door, Song Zhaolan bowed his head and counted the money.

Suddenly a big hand was hooked on his shoulder, leading him to turn around and walk in another direction, Yu Tingfeng said: "It takes so long in line, change to another one."

"Don't you want to eat Southeast Asian flavor?"

"Now I want to experience the customs of Lanzhou again."

The corners of Song Zhaolan's mouth twitched slightly: "Okay, when I have money, I'll bring you here again."

"I'll wait." Yu Tingfeng also smiled.

In the end, the two of them finished a large bowl of Lanzhou ramen alone in a shop in a small alley.

When I got home, Song Nian happened to be on duty, so I asked him secretly: "How is it, are you going out to have fun with your friends?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

"What did you invite me to eat?"

"Lanzhou noodles."

"You just invite people to eat ramen?" Song Nian looked at him in surprise, "I don't know who you followed, so straight-minded?"

Song Zhaolan looked at him puzzled.

"Oh, follow me." Song Nian put on the bento box and walked downstairs, "Remember to treat someone to something good next time."

"okay."

 …

With the beginning of a new week, Song Zhaolan reported the new news to his partners.

"Running for the president of the student union?" Xue Canming was shocked, "Or running for the election with Yu Tingfeng?!"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

Wu Xiaoyu: "Is the president of the student council a good official position?"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

Mao Hongxi: "I think it's good. From now on, our boss will be the leader of the student group. If we round up, we will be like chickens and dogs ascending to heaven!"

Yu Xiaohui glared at him: "You're a chicken and a dog. But the president of the student council sounds pretty good. I always hear people in the girls' dormitory talking about the student union, which has a great influence."

Zhao Mingdeng also agreed: "I only have one idea, if Brother Song becomes the chairman, can you stop forcing me to grow my hair?"

Compared with the members of the Demon Cult, Zhao Mingdeng is actually more afraid of the student union. They will use fair reasons to force him to grow his hair for your own good. Ear.

Zhao Mingdeng: You might as well kill me.

"Then I also want to raise an idea, can you let me bring a sword to school?" Mao Hongxi was eager to try.

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "The direct supervisor of the student union is the dean, as well as the leaders of the school."

Mao Hongxi: "Damn it!"

"I'm going to the student union, you go do some exercises." Song Zhaolan bid farewell to the students and went to the second floor. When she passed Class E, she was stopped by Geng Yiming.

"Boss Song, I have something interesting, do you want to watch it?"

"Hurry up and do the exercises, don't call me the boss if you don't do it up to standard." Song Zhaolan said.

Geng Yiming: "Yes, sir!"

Seeing this, the spies playing in the corridor immediately ran into the classroom to inform Yu Tingfeng that Song Zhaolan had come and was talking and laughing with Geng Yiming in Class E.

"Understood, let's go down." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Yes." The spy immediately returned to the crowd, acting as an ordinary passerby, as if no one knew him or had seen him.

"I'm going to the student union." Yu Tingfeng told his subordinates.

"Boss, have you really considered it? Are you really going to be a lackey of evil forces?" Sun Yicheng couldn't figure it out.

"How do you talk, the student union is an evil force." Zhang Wei pushed Sun Yicheng away, "That is a palace that students like us can't even enter! You can walk proudly in every corner of the campus! The red armband is It is a glorious proof that everyone will worship you when you see it, and you will be so majestic just thinking about it! Boss, I support you, remember to promote me when you become the president, and let me manage the discipline of the women's dormitory."

From his series of outputs, Sun Yicheng decisively grasped the key point: "No, the women's bedroom is my sphere of influence, and I can only manage it!"

"Bah, you two get the **** out of here." Liu Zhuizhui pushed the two of them away, and sat directly on Yu Tingfeng's table, "I want a separate bathroom, and fighting for the bathroom with a group of people all day is so annoying I have never suffered such a big grievance."

Guardian You couldn't help but interject: "Boss, I want an astrology research room."

Yu Tingfeng walked out of the classroom under the expectant eyes of the crowd, and happened to bump into Song Zhaolan who was looking for him. The two bumped into each other at the door, and then walked to the student activity room tacitly.

The younger brothers were still lying on the railing, staring at their backs as they left the senior one teaching building, Sun Yicheng clenched his fists: "Boss is going to fight Song Zhaolan again, why do you feel that this time is more ominous?"

Zhang Wei said: "Indeed, if the boss goes to the student union, isn't this the wolf falling into the sheep's den? The student union is bound to be in great trouble. It is true that it is more ominous than good!"

 …

In the student activity room, the old members of the student union gathered together and chatted in twos and threes. It wasn't until Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng stepped into the door that they were quiet for a moment and looked at them together.

"Come on, come in." Liu Yun greeted.

As soon as the two entered, someone came up to greet them cordially.

"You are Song Zhaolan. I heard that you make friends with good students and bad students, right? Isn't that the same as our president?"

"I finally met the two juniors. They look good enough to play. No wonder they haven't chosen who the top grass is."

"According to the historical tradition, the president is selected from Class A. Yu Tingfeng, you, a student from Class F, dare to participate in the competition. It is really courageous. I am optimistic about you."

"I just want to ask, have you guys fallen in love early? The senior sister has no other intentions, just want to ask where you live and where is your contact information?"

Liu Yun rescued them from the enthusiastic crowd, and said with a smile: "Okay, you are all sophomores and seniors, pay attention to your image. Get ready for the meeting, and I will announce the election rules."

The rules are simple and easy to say, but not difficult to say. The student union will observe and score from five aspects: morality, intelligence, physique, beauty, and labor, with 20 points for each item. Finally, according to statistics, the person with the highest score will be the next new president.

"Do you understand?" Liu Yun asked.

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng nodded.

"So, is there any question?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan glanced at the members present and asked, "Excuse me, where are your masters?"

Members:"??"

Liu Yun smiled and said: "You want to be a master, come on, Xiaosong, show off your singing voice."

Members: "Help!!"

A boy named Xiaosong stood up and cleared his throat confidently: "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

As soon as the voice fell, the members ran out of the classroom collectively and covered their ears.

Song Zhaolan didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at this time, and when the other party opened his voice, he was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, jumping around like a dog, and couldn't jump out of this hunting range.

With trembling hands, he grabbed Yu Tingfeng who was next to him, and saw Yu Tingfeng sitting on the chair blankly, as if he had lost all his dreams.

Liu Yun covered his ears presciently, and stopped in time: "Okay, okay."

It took a long time for Song Zhaolan to come back to his senses, and exclaimed, "As expected of a master who can make the seven orifices bleed, is there any more?"

"Da Ming, come out." Liu Yun introduced, "A verbalist."

A small boy walked in through the door, and put his hand to his mouth: "Giggle, cluck, cluck."

Liu Yun: "This is **** crowing."

Daming changed his hand gesture: "Woof! Woof! Woah, woof, woof!"

Liu Yun: "This is a dog barking."

Yu Tingfeng: "I will do this too! Can you do something powerful!"

Song Zhaolan also asked, "Where is the Lion's Roar in the East River?"

Daming made an OK gesture, and then covered his mouth: "Meow~meow~"

The corner of Song Zhaolan's mouth moved slightly: "It's so cute."

Yu Tingfeng was speechless: "I will do this too! What about the Lion's Roar that was agreed upon?"

"Hey, there is no Hedong in Wulin City, so naturally there is no lion's roar." Daming explained.

Yu Tingfeng: ...

"Do you want to see any other talents? We still have masters from the Department of Literature and Art, who can send the whole village away." Liu Yun rushed outside and shouted, "Huazi Xiaomin, come and play musical instruments!"

A boy and a girl came in. The boy was holding a suona, and the girl was carrying an erhu. They stood and sat, and there was a sense of atmosphere when they tuned together. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it burst into tears.

Yu Tingfeng: "This is about to send me away."

"Wonderful." Song Zhaolan looked more and more enthusiastic, "Isn't there still someone who can be a thousand horses with a pen? Where is it?"

Liu Yun shouted: "Nan Zai, this is the head of our calligraphy department."

Nan Zai walked in, swiped a large pen, and wrote only four large characters - Wulin No. 1 Middle School.

Then take a picture and send it out.

Yu Tingfeng asked coolly, "Where are your thousands of troops?"

"Don't worry, I've already sent the address, and soon there will be deliverymen who are stronger than thousands of horses and horses to take the order."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan: "I want to join you too."

Liu Yun was very satisfied: "They have all shown it, so don't you know what talents you two masters have to show off?"

Yu Tingfeng: "I won't show it."

Liu Yun smiled slightly: "I can add points."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan immediately stood up: "I will cover the iron shirt with gold bells."

Yu Tingfeng: "I will crush big stones in my chest."

All members of the student union: ......? This is a bit outrageous, right?

Song Zhaolan took a look at Yu Tingfeng, and said in dissatisfaction: "I can also embroider with iron pestles, drill wood to make fire and boil eggs."

Yu Tingfeng: "I can catch bullets/bombs with my bare hands, and peel garlic with my toes."

All members of the student union: "......"

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