MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 43

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and saw a group of them, everyone showed contempt for him. He had long been used to it, but the difference was that Song Zhaolan gave him a look that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

Yu Tingfeng:? ?

What am I doing again?

Yu Tingfeng lowered his head and smelled the smell on his body, it was because he had run out of shower gel, he borrowed Liu Zhuichui's and used it, it just smelled very fragrant, it's really rare and strange!

Yu Tingfeng turned around and walked towards the supermarket, but a girl appeared out of nowhere on the way, bumped into him, and then fell to the ground with an "ouch".

"Are you okay?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"It's okay." The girl waved her hand politely.

"Oh." Yu Tingfeng turned around and left.

"Wait!" The girl hurriedly called to stop him, still lying on the ground, showing a painful expression, "I'm in pain, classmate, can you take me to the infirmary?"

Yu Tingfeng stepped back and looked at her condescendingly: "Okay, let's go."

"Walk?"

"Aren't you going to the infirmary? How can we get there if you don't lead the way?"

"..." The girl looked at him pitifully, "But I was injured, what should I do?"

"Listen to me, stand up, and take two steps." Yu Tingfeng said, "Take two steps, and you will be healed."

"..." the girl said, "At this time, as a gentleman, you can carry the injured person to the infirmary, or give her spiritual comfort."

Yu Tingfeng tugged, "Do you think I look like a gentleman?"

The girl shook her head.

Yu Tingfeng tugged, "Even if I carried you on my back, would you dare?"

The girl thought for a while, then shook her head again.

Yu Tingfeng tugged, "Spiritual comfort, what do you want to hear? Do you want me to tell you how bad your acting skills are?"

The girl stood up in grief, walked up to him, and asked in disbelief: "Is the acting really bad?"

"What do you think?" Yu Tingfeng said, pointing at her feet, "Look, wouldn't it be enough to take two steps. Wherever you fall in love, go and leave."

Observer: "..."

Unfavorable start, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng bumped into the south wall one after another, making the observers start to doubt whether their method is feasible, so they can only continue to observe secretly.

She secretly followed Yu Tingfeng to the supermarket, and saw that he bought a notebook for taking notes.

Bonus points for this.

Walking back with Yu Tingfeng, I met a boy with a scar on his eyebrows, who was also one of the candidates. Yu Tingfeng quarreled with him at the slightest disagreement, and it seemed that he was really beaten up for the position of president.

The temper is a bit grumpy, and points will be deducted.

She continued to follow the other party, came to the downstairs of the boy's dormitory, hid behind the wall next to it, took out the notebook and prepared to record.

Just after writing two lines, I suddenly heard Song Zhaolan come out of the men's dormitory, bumping into Yu Tingfeng.

Big thing is bad!

According to the scolding battle between Yu Tingfeng and Geng Yiming just now, these two competitors might fight!

Sure enough, the next moment Yu Tingfeng grabbed Song Zhaolan.

The observers are ready to call the president for help.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" next to it.

She raised her head and saw Yu Tingfeng pulling Song Zhaolan behind the wall, right in front of her.

The two also looked at her at the same time, their faces silent.

Song Zhaolan was the first to ask, "Why are you still here?"

"You know her?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Don't you know?" Song Zhaolan replied, "She came here to see you."

"Just saw it."

Song Zhaolan suddenly shook off his hand, turned around and walked outside.

"Hey, why are you running?" Yu Tingfeng chased after him.

The observer patted his chest, the scene just now was so scary, it seemed like a fight almost started!

Wait, when it comes to fighting, it's more like fighting now!

She hurriedly chased it out, saw Yu Tingfeng had arrested Song Zhaolan again, and said fiercely: "I just want to ask another math problem, why are you hiding?"

Observer: Aren't you going to fight?

Song Zhaolan turned around, saw the observer over his shoulder, and said, "You should talk to that girl first, she has been trying to peek at you taking a shower."

Observer: Damn it? When did this happen? I do not know how!

Yu Tingfeng turned back in surprise, and looked at her in disbelief: "No wonder you threw yourself on me just now."

If you don't explain it, you won't be able to wash it off. The observer hurriedly took off his vest: "No, it's not what you think! I'm actually an observer, and I just want to observe and observe you!"

Song Zhaolan said neither sad nor happy: "So you went to observe him taking a bath?"

"Observe us?" Yu Tingfeng frowned, pointing at Song Zhaolan and asked, "Are you going to observe him taking a bath?"

The observer waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I just want to make a record of your actions."

"What behavior? Taking a shower?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng clicked his tongue and said: "The world is going down, people's hearts are not old."

Observer: "..."

She couldn't explain clearly at all, so she could only call Liu Yun for help, and after explaining the matter, Liu Yun said, "You give Song Zhaolan the number."

The observer hurriedly handed over the phone, not knowing what Liu Yun said over there, Song Zhaolan said "hmm" twice, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to her: "Okay, it's okay, let's go .”

The observer was relieved, but on the other hand, he admired the president's sharp tongue, which solved her problem in a few sentences. Before leaving, she couldn't help asking: "What did the president tell you?"

"He said he invited me to dinner, and explained to me slowly." Song Zhaolan replied.

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"..."

After the observer left, Yu Tingfeng became more depressed as he thought about it: "She saw me taking a shower, so you just let her go?"

Song Zhaolan comforted: "Liu Yun said he would invite me to dinner, and he would explain to me."

Yu Tingfeng: "But I take a shower..."

Song Zhaolan: "There will be an explanation."

Yu Tingfeng: "I'll kill you with just one meal, you don't care at all about my shower being peeked at."

Song Zhaolan: "If you want to think that way, I can't help it."

"..." Yu Tingfeng was wronged, and Yu Tingfeng was about to get angry, "You really don't care about me at all, and I was bumped by her, do you know that?"

Song Zhaolan: "Drink more hot water."

"..." Yu Tingfeng stomped his feet angrily.

"It's good for your health." Song Zhaolan finished adding and glanced at him, "Didn't you ask a question just now? Which question was it?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I really don't need to care about it? Then I can leave?"

"you dare!"

Song Zhaolan smiled softly: "Okay, don't be angry, Liu Yun just told me that that girl has a boyfriend, and she won't peek at you in the shower, you're not her type."

"Am I angry about this?" He wouldn't lose his skin when he was peeped at. He was just angry because Liu Yun made Song Zhaolan obey immediately with a casual sentence or two, and he was even more angry because Liu Yun ignored his affairs because of Liu Yun's words. up!

"What is that angry?"

"Nothing." Yu Tingfeng paused, and then asked, "Then what type does she like?"

Asking such a question can't be said to be curious about this girl, it's purely a handsome guy's desire to win, and he doesn't even like a man like him, so what else can he like?

"What do you care what she likes?" Song Zhaolan raised her head halfway, looking into his eyes, "Could it be, you were so angry just now, because she didn't see you taking a bath at all?"

"fart!"

Song Zhaolan: "Can I read the questions now?"

Yu Tingfeng was obedient for a second: "It's fine."

After Song Zhaolan finished explaining the questions to him, he asked, "The midterm exam is coming soon, how are you preparing?"

"I don't know, and I don't know what to test." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Then I'll send you some information later. It's the key content of these two months. You should read it several times."

"Okay." The corner of Yu Tingfeng's mouth couldn't help but twitch, "Hey, if I do well in this exam, is there any reward?"

"sure."

"Reward for what?"

"Reward you for doing a few tricks with me."

"...Hey, this is your reward!"

"Then what do you want?"

"I can't think of it for the time being. Let's talk about it after the exam is over. Just don't regret it when the time comes."

"A good man never regrets."

 …

The mid-term exam came as scheduled, and the exam room changed slightly. Song Zhaolan and others were distributed in each exam room except Class A, Song Zhaolan was in Class B, and Wu Xiaoyu still went to Class F.

Wu Xiaoyu was well prepared to fight against this group of Demon Cultists, but this exam was unusually harmonious, sleeping and sleeping, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and it didn't delay the others in doing the questions at all.

Wu Xiaoyu couldn't help looking in Yu Tingfeng's direction, only to see that the other party was writing on the answer sheet with a look of bitterness and hatred. The picture could be directly selected as Touching China.

What is the reason that makes a generation of devils concentrate on answering the questions? Is this the charm of learning?

Wu Xiaoyu withdrew his thoughts and began to answer the questions seriously.

But the other people in class F began to get nervous. What's going on with each of them, answering the questions so fast, are they going to go to the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the people in class A?

The test results this time made many people very nervous.

Everyone gathered around the bulletin board, Xue Canming counted from back to front anxiously: "May the spirit of master in heaven bless me, I must make progress and progress...Yeah! I am in the top 100 of my grade!"

"Congratulations." After Chen Yuting finished speaking, his face turned pale, "Too bad, how did I get to more than two hundred?"

"Because you've been obsessed with makeup and making clothes recently." Yu Xiaohui glanced forward, "I'm ninety-seven, too bad."

"Ninety-seven is not bad!" Mao Hongxi cried, "I'm only one hundred and three, I knew I should drink some rice wine before the exam. How much is Master Mingdeng this time, oh, sixty-nine, not bad, not bad, soon You can go back to your happy hometown!"

"I hope so." Zhao Mingdeng rubbed his head in relief, "But this time Wu Xiaoyu really performed exceptionally well."

Wu Xiaoyu got into the top 50 in the test, he can be said to be the biggest contestant across the test room, and a lot of students were stunned. I want to guess that he cheated, his exam room is class F, and the network signal is also blocked during the exam, so how to cheat?

However, for his class A contestant to go to class F for the exam and get good grades in the exam, many students suspected that he was playing tricks on purpose, and wanted to go to class F for a day trip to experience the folk customs of class F.

"How did you do it? Teach me." Yu Xiaohui said.

Wu Xiaoyu shyly said: "Actually, I didn't do anything, but my family invited teachers from prestigious schools and private foreign teachers to give me extra lessons."

"Then I want it too, how can I please?"

"Five hundred and one classes, you can invite them."

buddies:"......"

Song Zhaolan grabbed him by the collar: "Five hundred? It's so expensive to make up lessons?!"

"That's right, the stronger the ability, the more expensive the price." Wu Xiaoyu smiled, "But once the results come out, I think it's worth it."

Song Zhaolan was thoughtful.

"But you don't need to hire a tutor, right? You got the seventh place in the exam this time, and next time you might be the first in the whole school!" Wu Xiaoyu said.

The other students were once again shocked by Song Zhaolan's results this time, but his partners were not surprised. The leader is the best in everything he does! Eating is the fastest!

In the exam, there are always people who are happy and others are worried, and there is a scream behind, and Geng Yiming is very puzzled: "Why? I have worked so hard, and the result is worse than Yu Tingfeng?!"

Geng Yiming was already very familiar to this group of people, and everyone went to see his score, three hundred and sixty-seven, just behind Yu Tingfeng.

"My condolences." Zhao Mingdeng comforted him.

Not far away, Sun Yicheng laughed loudly: "Hey, you dare to compare with our boss without looking at what you are, rubbish!"

Geng Yiming: "Try saying one more sentence!"

"Rubbish!"

"You're trash..." Geng Yiming squeezed through the crowd and was about to greet his ancestors when he suddenly heard Song Zhaolan whisper in his ear: "You're still running for the student union."

Geng Yiming choked.

"What rubbish?" Sun Yicheng asked, posing as if he was going to make trouble.

"La Meizi is hot, La Meizi is hot, La Meizi has never been afraid since childhood." Geng Yiming walked away shaking his head.

Sun Yicheng: "..." Damn it, the trick didn't work!

Sun Yicheng wanted to help Yu Tingfeng succeed in becoming the chairman, and recently he thought of a bad way, which is to provoke other candidates, and when the other party can't help but hit someone, he can sue them for moral corruption!

"Hey, where's our boss?" Sun Yicheng looked around and found that Yu Tingfeng had disappeared at some point, "Forget it, I'll go find Song Zhaolan to make trouble first... who can tell me where Song Zhaolan is going?" Yet?"

On the rooftop, Yu Tingfeng leaned his back against the wall, looked at the person who walked in the door with a flamboyant expression, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Well, I did well in the exam this time, and I got into the top 30 in the class." .”

"Not bad." Song Zhaolan nodded.

"Then can I ask for a reward?"

Song Zhaolan walked up to him and stood still, and said, "Yes, but I just learned about a situation, one good news and one bad news, do you want to hear it?"

"What good news?"

"It turns out that there is a fee for supplementary lessons." Song Zhaolan blinked, the implication was obvious.

Yu Tingfeng asked: "Do you want me to pay you?"

Song Zhaolan: "I can give you a friendly price."

"What about the bad news?"

"Isn't that bad news for you?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan: "Okay, you can talk about your reward."

Yu Tingfeng thought about it, and said, "I want you to give me free extra lessons."

"Can."

Song Zhaolan agreed so readily that Yu Tingfeng reacted belatedly: "You have already calculated it! If you come and go, there is no reward!"

The corner of Song Zhaolan's mouth curled up slightly: "Good boy, you can't go back on what you say."

"It's your way." Yu Tingfeng turned around helplessly, put his hands on the railing, and sighed in the cool wind.

After a while, Song Zhaolan looked at him sideways, and said with a slight smile, "You didn't get angry this time. Why, is it because the reward you wanted didn't matter?"

"It's not that it doesn't matter, it's that you won't agree at all." Yu Tingfeng said self-destructively.

"If you want me to join the Demon Cult or help you kill people and set fires, then I really won't agree."

Yu Tingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth.

"But if it's something else, I can give you another chance to say it."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head, looked into his eyes, and shook his head after a while: "Forget it."

"What exactly do you want?" Song Zhaolan asked.

I want you to stop making other friends and only have me as a friend, will you agree?

The four looked at each other for a long time, Yu Tingfeng's eyes moved slightly, he staggered his gaze, and said, "Join the Demon Cult and help me kill someone."

Song Zhaolan: "Farewell."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan calculated carefully, but it was difficult for him to ask questions.

The infatuated leader turned into a coward, murdered and set fire to deceive people.