MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 51

In short, according to the results of this random inspection, it turns out that Class F performed better.

Song Zhaolan: It was really a tough battle.

After class, Song Zhaolan called everyone together and asked, "Mao Hongxi, what did you tell the students?"

"It's nothing. They don't know the goods. They say that Lafite is high-end in 1982. I will fight for it. It is obvious that our daughter Hong and Dukang are more mellow and delicious. By the way, I will popularize the method of wine making and selection."

"What about you?" Song Zhaolan asked Wu Xiaoyu again, "Why do you encourage everyone to beg for food?"

Wu Xiaoyu said: "Several classmates asked me how rich my family was. I said I didn't have much money, but they didn't believe me and said I was pretending. They asked me how to get rich. I said that I can just beg for food and beg for food in this life." In the next life, I will be reincarnated as a child of a rich family. I clearly tell the truth, but they still don't believe me, and they insist on calling me crazy."

"Brother, it's a blessing that you didn't get beaten." Xue Canming patted him on the shoulder.

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Xiaohui again: "Why did you beat a classmate surnamed Zhang?"

Yu Xiaohui said indifferently: "He said that I am the most beautiful woman in the world, and he wanted to give me a home."

Xue Canming: "He wants to marry you. You definitely won't agree to it, but there's no need to beat him, right?"

"I told him, I am not the most beautiful woman in the world, there are many beautiful women in the world, I hope he can give these people a home, a home that does not need to be big, can accommodate all the old and young women and children in Wulin City That's enough. As a result, he reached out and touched my forehead in surprise, and I did it subconsciously."

Everyone raised their foreheads.

Xue Canming asked: "Leader, why are you asking these questions?"

"It's nothing, you are all good people." Song Zhaolan sighed.

 …

In the next few days, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng spent most of their free time with Liu Yun to learn how to manage the affairs of the student union.

As a result, Liu Yun often had to repeat one thing to another person after he finished telling it.

During the day's break, Liu Yun finished the meeting of the student union dry-mouthed, and everyone else dispersed. He took off his glasses, squinted on the table for a while.

At this time, someone was holding a bottle of water, and the bottle tapped on his back, and then stretched out in front of him.

He took the water with his eyes closed, and grabbed the other's hand: "What's for lunch?"

Unexpectedly, that hand was withdrawn abruptly, accompanied by a roar: "What are you doing? The young master's hand is also something you can touch?"

Liu Yun sat up calmly as if waking up from a dream, and looked back at Yu Tingfeng: "Why don't you come in without making a sound, it's not good to disturb people's dreams."

"It's not appropriate to have spring/dreams here in broad daylight." A trace of disdain flashed in Yu Tingfeng's eyes.

Liu Yun smiled vaguely, and while twisting the bottle, he noticed that Song Zhaolan was standing at the door at some point, let alone how much he had seen, and shouted, "Come on, come in."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look over, saw Song Zhaolan came in calmly and sat down, thought of something, grabbed the bottle from Liu Yun's hand, and put it in front of Song Zhaolan.

"Hey..." Liu Yun laughed, "I've already unscrewed it, isn't it appropriate, classmate Yu?"

Yu Tingfeng glared at him: "Climb farther away."

"I'm not thirsty." Song Zhaolan returned the water to Liu Yun, "You drink it."

"Really?" Liu Yun stared at them meaningfully, "The water Yu Tingfeng personally gave me, then I will drink it."

"Can you talk well?" Yu Tingfeng got goosebumps when he heard it, "I didn't want to wake you up."

Liu Yun smiled and was about to drink water when he stopped suddenly and looked at the door again, panting and standing at the door holding a bottle of water, looking at him lonely.

Liu Yun: "..."

Cun Tou turned around and left, Liu Yun hurriedly put down the water and chased him out.

Liu Yun's intermittent voice can be heard from far away, such as "I am teasing them", "Don't be angry", "Do you want to eat claypot rice"...

Yu Tingfeng glanced at Song Zhaolan, sat down next to him, raised his legs, shook it twice, stopped again, touched the cap of the pen, and turned the pen.

In short, just fidgeting and making small movements.

"Is he coming back for our meeting?" Yu Tingfeng muttered happily, "Could he not come back, then what should we do, should we wait here for him?"

"I don't know, you can wait if you want." Song Zhaolan glanced at the time, picked up his notebook and prepared to leave.

"Hey, don't go." Yu Tingfeng pulled him back, "Aren't you afraid of missing something important?"

Song Zhaolan pursed her lips and sat obediently.

Yu Tingfeng pushed the water in front of him: "Drink?"

Song Zhaolan glanced at the mouth of the bottle: "I'm not thirsty, and I don't drink what others have drunk before."

"I'll give you to be squeamish." Yu Tingfeng stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Buy water." Yu Tingfeng said lazily.

"..." Song Zhaolan walked out together with him, "Let's go together, I'm going to eat."

The two went downstairs to the direction of the cafeteria, and saw the backs of Liu Yun and Liu Yun. Even though they were far apart, judging from each other's relaxed posture and wanton smiles, they were happy.

"Do you think that Liu Yun seems to have a good relationship with that inch head?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"I didn't pay attention." Song Zhaolan said.

"Isn't this all obvious?" Yu Tingfeng saw Liu Yun and Cun Tou together on campus more than once.

"Liu Yun has a lot of friends, and I think he has almost the same relationship with anyone."

"No, it's different." Yu Tingfeng glanced forward again, "Although there are many friends, but Bunny must be his best brother."

"so what?"

Yu Tingfeng blurted out: "So you have so many friends, do you have the best brother?"

Song Zhaolan thought about it carefully: "They are all my best brothers and sisters."

"Hey." Yu Tingfeng curled his lips in disgust, "Forget about brothers, why do you have sisters?"

"Yu Xiaohui is my best friend, and Ji Xiuyuan has always given me free fruits, and she is also my best friend. Since the boys are all my brothers, the girls are my sisters." Song Zhaolan said with reason.

"Wait, who did you say gave you the fruit?"

"Ji Xiuyuan, their fruit is very delicious." Song Zhaolan gave a thumbs up.

"Better than red bean pancakes?"

"It's not the same variety, so it's hard to compare. They're all delicious anyway. Hey, where are you going?"

"Go back to sleep!"

"You don't eat anymore?"

"Not hungry! Leave me alone!"

Afterwards, Liu Yun called them to the activity room to give a lecture, but the teacher of Class F delayed the class. By the time Yu Tingfeng rushed over, the matter had already been finished, and Liu Yun was only presenting a super-outline math to Song Zhaolan. question.

The two sat very close to each other, Liu Yun spoke very carefully and carefully, Song Zhaolan was smart, understood every single point, and quickly grasped the essentials.

Liu Yun patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "It's not bad, giving you a sense of accomplishment is much better than others."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a drink of water another day." Song Zhaolan said.

"Okay." Liu Yun agreed graciously, saw Yu Tingfeng coming, and said, "I'm late, I have to go to class now, please ask Song Zhaolan to tell you the story."

Liu Yun left in a hurry, and Song Zhaolan handed the meeting notes to Yu Tingfeng: "Actually, it's nothing serious, I just introduced the situation of each department."

"It's nothing serious and you were called here alone? I'm afraid you didn't have a good intention?"

Song Zhaolan frowned slightly: "He called the two of us, you're late first, it's fine if you don't apologize to him, why are you still acting weird. He was very nervous in his third year of high school, and he had already sacrificed a lot to take care of us. "

Yu Tingfeng: "The main thing is to take you, I'm just an incidental."

Song Zhaolan: "Your words are a bit ugly now, I don't want to hear them, you should read your notes first, I'm leaving."

Yu Tingfeng flipped through the content irritably, strode after him, and returned the notebook to him.

The faces of the two were not very good-looking, and they went back to the classroom.

Xue Canming noticed something was wrong at the first time, and quickly made a fool of his companions, formed a group, and asked: "Leader, who bullied you?"

"Yu Tingfeng."

Mao Hongxi: "We'll kill him now!"

Wu Xiaoyu: "My dog-beating stick is ready to move."

Yu Xiaohui: "Then I'll beat up Zhang Wei again, and he said that I am a unique woman, obviously every woman is unique, really annoying."

Zhao Mingdeng: "Who stepped on me... Amitabha."

Chen Yuting put on a long hair: "Before I go to deal with Yu Tingfeng, let me disguise it for you so that you won't be discovered by the school."

"Come on, make me a cherry tree flower path." Mao Hongxi volunteered, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Wait." Song Zhaolan called to stop them, "Go back and sit down and get ready for class. I have my own solution."

"What way?" Xue Canming asked.

"Electrically defeating him, crushing his ego and bad temper."

Xue Canming was silent, and said with great face: "Well, this is also a good way to directly destroy him psychologically!"

For the next two days, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng remained in a stalemate, and even Liu Yun felt the atmosphere of discord between them, and wondered, "Did you quarrel?"

The two said in unison: "No."

"Then can you sit closer? I'm tired of talking like this."

There is such a big table in the activity room, one sits on the southernmost side and the other sits on the northernmost side, is it okay?

Yu Tingfeng moved a seat to the side.

Liu Yun: "Do you think this distance is useful for my speech?"

Yu Tingfeng moved again, and again...it was not until he sat down next to Song Zhaolan that Liu Yun looked away and said, "Do you have any questions about the daily work of the student union?"

"Yes." Yu Tingfeng said, "Does the student union have to have good grades and make up lessons for others to be the president?"

Liu Yun: "No."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at Song Zhaolan proudly: "Did you hear that, don't you have to ask him questions?"

Song Zhaolan: "Then I'll ask you, can you do it?"

"Won't."

Liu Yun looked around, seemed to have figured out something, smiled helplessly, got up and left, and let them have a good fight.

"Then why do you want to be the chairman?" Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng seriously.

"The president must have good academic performance? Can't she be purely handsome?"

"..."

"Anyway, I won't lose to you this time." Yu Tingfeng raised his legs, "In terms of management, my experience is no worse than yours. It’s really embarrassing to dare to take on a big responsibility without knowing a few of them.”

"You!..." Song Zhaolan was so angry that he couldn't speak, his eyes were fixed on him.

"What about me?" Yu Tingfeng spread his hands and looked at him shamelessly, "I'm different from you, the teaching position is hereditary."

"..."

"I have been learning since I was a child that if I handle educational affairs, I am not like you. With a good skin, you can be the leader of any alliance."

"You're talking nonsense, I don't rely on my face to make a living."

"Then why are you so good-looking!" Yu Tingfeng sternly said.

"...?"

"..."

Yu Tingfeng paused, his eyes fluttered: "I mean, uh, I mean..."

"It's beyond my control." Song Zhaolan said, "I was born like this."

"...Oh, too."

At this time, there was a burst of deep laughter outside the door, and Liu Yun walked to the door: "Sorry, you continue."

It seems that nothing will happen, he can go back to the dormitory with peace of mind.

 …

After school on Saturday, Song Zhaolan ran towards home with her bag on her back. When she passed the alley she passed by last time, she subconsciously stopped, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked forward slowly.

When he passed the corner, he saw the figure in front of him and was taken aback for a moment.

With his back turned to him, Yu Tingfeng squatted on the ground, staring at the sleeping wild cat.

He walked over and put his knee on the opponent's back.

Yu fine

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to see him, got up and walked forward together with him: "Why are you so slow today?"

Song Zhaolan looked at the time: "How did you come here?"

"Take the car."

"looking for me?"

"This is the collection of wrong questions for this week, please show me." Yu Tingfeng threw the notebook to him.

This is Song Zhaolan's suggestion, let him write down all the wrong questions every week, and ask him to solve them all at once.

"Let's go back and finish eating first."

"it is good."

Zhao Qinghong and Song Nian are both at work today, but there is food for him in the kitchen, just heat it up in the microwave.

Song Zhaolan stared at the two plates of food for a long time.

Yu Tingfeng let out a "tsk", skillfully put the dishes into the microwave oven, and set the time, while Song Zhaolan was amazed at the side: "You play better."

"These appliances are what we have the most in our house." Yu Tingfeng said.

After eating, the two sat together to do their homework, and it took Yu Tingfeng a long time to digest the knowledge.

In the evening, when he was about to leave, he took out the big bag of red bean cakes left in his bag: "These are all yours, I didn't have time to give them to you two days ago."

In fact, it was because of a quarrel, and I didn't know how to give it at all.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan smiled.

When he walked to the door, Yu Tingfeng suddenly turned his head and asked, "Is that why you want to be the president?"

"Because of the scholarship."

".....really."

Not surprisingly, it is something he will do, and he will definitely eat and drink after receiving the scholarship.

"With the scholarship, I can treat you to Southeast Asian cuisine." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Didn't it be agreed before? When I have money, I will take you to eat Southeast cuisine." Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't break my promise."

Yu Tingfeng lowered his eyes, stared at his hands for a few moments, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Then don't lose to me."

The author has something to say:

Q: What is the most beautiful promise you have ever heard?

Yu Tingfeng: My wife said he wanted to earn money from the school to support me, hehehe (*^▽^*)

Q: What is the most beautiful blessing you have ever heard?

Song Zhaolan: Don't lose to me.