MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 52

On Sunday afternoon, the final voting day finally ushered in.

The old members of the Student Council come together with the previous candidates to personally elect the new President.

Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan sat on each side, and it was the first time he realized that his fate was in the hands of others.

In the past, there was no choice to succeed the head of the Demon Cult, it was decided from birth. If you can't become the leader, then there is only one possibility, and that is to die under the knife of others.

Unexpectedly, today, he would die under the voting rights of countless people.

However, he also saw Bunny in the crowd again. In fact, Bunny is also a member of the student union, but he rarely participates in group meetings, and every time he says that he has been trained.

Yu Tingfeng paid special attention to the nameplate in front of him, Minister of Sports, Wu Xun.

At this time, it happened to be Wu Xun's turn to cast an anonymous vote. He seemed to be very conflicted, his eyes looked back and forth between Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan, and his eyes seemed to say, "Which one of these two annoying people is the less annoying?" ?”

Yu Tingfeng also hated him, but for some reason, he felt that Wu Xun's vote would be given to him.

After everyone voted one after another, Liu Yun was about to count the votes when Yu Tingfeng suddenly asked, "Do the two of us have the right to vote?"

Everyone froze for a moment, and after a while, Liu Yun said, "Yes, you can vote too."

Geng Yiming scoffed at this, and instead encouraged: "Boss Song, you can also vote for yourself!"

Song Zhaolan stared at the voting card in front of him, thought for a moment, got the answer in his heart, bowed his head and began to write. Then he glanced at Yu Tingfeng. However, the other party tightly covered the card with one hand, for fear of being seen.

When the votes were counted, there was not much difference in the number of votes between the two, and there was no distance between them.

The following people chatted in whispers.

"Who did you vote for?"

"I voted for Song Zhaolan, Yu Tingfeng's younger brother touched my face, hum, I won't vote for him."

"I chose Yu Tingfeng, and Song Zhaolan's younger brothers also looked for me. I suspect that this group of people are crazy. They read Buddhist scriptures to us at night, and Song Zhaolan probably won't be much better."

"Quickly ask me, quickly ask me, I also voted for Song Zhaolan, to be honest, I'm very curious about his good friend, Yu Xiaohui, hehe."

"I think Liu Zhuizhui is more to my liking, I hope Yu Tingfeng will not disappoint my vote, and let Liu Zhuizhui show up more in the future."

"Am I the only one who has taken a fancy to Yu Tingfeng's face?"

"I prefer someone like Song Zhaolan who is cold and cold. As long as he smiles at me, my heart will melt."

"Be quiet below." Liu Yun reminded.

Everyone pulled each other, immediately adjusted their sitting postures, and looked at the blackboard again.

The current vote count is actually tied.

With only the last two votes left, Geng Yiming watched the final result nervously.

Liu Yun took out a vote, was stunned for a moment, and read: "This vote is—abstention."

Everyone was taken aback, you looked at me, I looked at you, showed a blank expression, then shook their heads in denial.

Seeing this, Yu Tingfeng glanced sideways at Song Zhaolan, and the corner of his mouth raised a subtle arc that was fleeting.

However, Geng Yiming caught this scene sharply, and the alarm bells sounded in his heart——

It's over, Yu Tingfeng, this is a confident smile!

Liu Yun picked up the last ticket, and in front of everyone's expectant eyes, slowly read: "Song Zhaolan."

"Oh yeah!!" Geng Yiming was the first to stand up and applaud, grinning triumphantly at Yu Tingfeng.

Others followed suit and applauded in celebration.

"Congratulations." Liu Yun smiled.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan smiled politely at everyone, then looked at Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng shrugged his shoulders, with a helpless expression: "The winner is the loser."

Song Zhaolan pursed her lips and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Geng Yiming who came to congratulate her.

"Boss Song is awesome!" Geng Yiming grabbed his shoulders, "I need to take care of my brother in the future."

Others also came up to talk, Yu Tingfeng was pushed out of the crowd, looked at the lively place, turned and left.

Just as he walked outside the door, he heard someone calling his name: "Wait."

Yu Tingfeng turned around quickly, seeing Wu Xun chasing him out, his expression collapsed: "What's the matter?"

"I voted for you." Wu Xun said.

Yu Tingfeng laughed and said, "So, do you still want me to repay you?"

"No, I just want to ask, are you willing to come to the sports department? I have seen the video of your sports competition on the forum, and I can't find a more suitable candidate than you." Wu Xun said.

"I'm not interested, who cares about this bad minister." Yu Tingfeng directly refused.

"Think about it."

"I do not."

"think about it?"

"Do not."

"consider?"

"."

Wu Xun was silent for a while, his brows were furrowed, and just when Yu Tingfeng thought he was going to find a better excuse, Wu Xun said sternly: "Think about it."

"I do not."

"consider."

"Are you finished?" Yu Tingfeng yelled at him angrily, and strode away.

Hearing the movement, Liu Yun came out and saw Wu Xun, who was dejected, raised his hand and touched his head: "What's the matter? The explosive/powder barrel is killing you again?"

Wu Xun said: "I asked him to consider the Ministry of Education, but he disagreed. How can I convince him?"

"It's just for this matter, don't worry, he doesn't agree now, he will come to beg you in a few days." Liu Yun smiled.

"Why?" Wu Xun raised his head and asked.

"Stupid." Liu Yun said, "Keep your head down, it's hard work."

Wu Xun lowered his head obediently, and the other party's fair hand touched the stubble he had just cut short again.

 …

The election of the new president has come to an end for the time being. In the next half month, Liu Yun will lead Song Zhaolan to start work officially, and then resign to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination.

In addition, there are many people in various departments who are high school seniors and have to quit. The second year of high school can continue to be re-elected, or quit to concentrate on studying, it all depends on one's own wishes.

Therefore, as soon as Song Zhaolan took office, he had to deal with a large turnover of personnel. Although Liu Yun would be there to assist, he always felt that Liu Yun had let go of his burden and started to let go of himself. He even took advantage of the assignment to peek at the confiscated **** magazines.

"This figure is so-so." Liu Yun casually tossed it in disgust, and accidentally threw it in front of Song Zhaolan.

Liu Yun sat on the table next to him, pointed to the bikini babes on the cover and asked, "What do you think?"

Song Zhaolan picked up the ruler next to her and measured the hot girl a few times: "Not too good."

"Oh? Where can't it work?" Liu Yun asked curiously.

"The proportions are not good, the bones are not good, it is not suitable for martial arts." Song Zhaolan said.

"Dancing? Do you like to practice dancing? It's no wonder that you have such high requirements for your figure." Liu Yun smiled, and suddenly leaned into his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Primary school brother, I heard that many people like you. Is there anything you like?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "I haven't graduated yet, so I can't start a family yet."

"What does this have to do with getting married? Are you too far away?" Liu Yun was surprised.

"You do not understand."

"By the way, I heard people say that the class girl in Class B of Senior One is chasing you?" Liu Yun said, "Someone in our class went to tease her before, but that girl's eyes are high above the top, and she doesn't look down on my classmate at all. What did you say that you need the most perfect person to be worthy of her, but I didn't expect to fall in love with you?"

"Who is it?"

Liu Yun smiled: "It's fine if you don't know each other, you keep busy, I'm going back to catch up with my homework."

There are quite a lot of things to be busy, and the heads of several departments have retired because of their studies, and they are in urgent need of employment.

In her spare time, Song Zhaolan went to write the recruitment notice on the bulletin downstairs in the teaching building.

"Leader, do you want to choose so many people?" Xue Canming and others stood aside to help him pass the chalk.

Song Zhaolan: "Are you interested?"

Xue Canming: "As long as you order, we will all go."

"Okay, you all come and try, I need you too."

The current student union personnel are not familiar with him, and it is more convenient to have a few cronies to carry out the task.

"By the way, call Ji Xiuyuan and let her try to be the Minister of Literature and Art."

"Okay." Yu Xiaohui turned around and went to look for Ji Xiuyuan. Before leaving, she asked again, "Is there any department suitable for me?"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes, the girls department is tailor-made for you."

Yu Xiaohui: "Nice!"

Zhao Mingdeng: "Is there a department for chanting Buddhist scriptures?"

Song Zhaolan: "Are you talking about the Department of Political Affairs and Education?"

Zhao Mingdeng: "What scriptures did the Office of Political Affairs recite?"

Song Zhaolan: "Tao Te Ching."

Everyone: "..." Seems to be right.

The class bell rang, and everyone else returned to the classroom. The next class was self-study, and he planned to finish writing this before going upstairs.

Da da da-

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and he walked up to him and stood there, looking at the blackboard: "The student union is still recruiting?"

"Well, are you interested? The sports department is quite suitable for you. I asked Wu Xun before, and he said that it is good to join the school basketball team. Participating in large-scale competitions may also get extra points in the college entrance examination." Song Zhaolan said without turning his head. , as if he already knew who it was.

"I'm not interested. Since I can't be the president, forget it. I don't want to be a subordinate." Yu Tingfeng said very principledly, "And we have always been very clear. If I join the student union, don't I have to Acting with your wink? What will my subordinates think?"

"These things you're thinking about are all past grievances." Song Zhaolan wrote stroke by stroke, "The matter of the student union does not belong to our Jianghu, it has nothing to do with the Wulin League, and it has nothing to do with the Devil's Cult. The student union is just an organization of the school, and it is a brand new model. Maybe we can let go of the past here and shake hands and talk?"

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a moment, and said: "It is not easy to let go of the past. You have not experienced any grievances, so it is naturally difficult to understand their personal situation."

"I admit this, I really have never encountered their experience." Song Zhaolan paused, then looked resolutely at the blackboard, above the blackboard was pasted a line of inspirational quotes—

The important thing in life is not where you stand, but the direction you are facing.

"Who can tell the truth, so I hope you can all face up to your present and future life, and don't always be immersed in the past."

Yu Tingfeng lowered his eyes, at this moment, Song Zhaolan tiptoed and turned around.

He raised his head and met Song Zhaolan's eyes.

"There's one more thing I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. Thank you for voting." Song Zhaolan's mouth curled up like a spring breeze.

Yu Tingfeng: "You peeked at my ticket?!"

"I just judged based on your handwriting." Song Zhaolan said.

A look of helplessness flashed in Yu Tingfeng's eyes, and he pretended to be impatient and said: "I didn't just eat it for one bite, don't forget Southeast Asian dishes."

"I will never forget it." Song Zhaolan put away the chalk and walked upstairs, "Are you really not thinking about the Minister of Sports? I really hope that we can do business together."

Yu Tingfeng's footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked with majestic steps: "You beg me."

Song Zhaolan glanced at him: "Whether you like to go or not, anyway, there are so many people here who can go, even Geng Yiming signed up."

Yu Tingfeng ground his teeth.

During evening self-study, Yu Tingfeng skipped class and wandered off to the physical education department.

The sports department does not have a serious office, and there are not many members in total. The main activity is to organize the school's sports events, which is the annual sports meeting, and it is usually very idle.

No wonder Wu Xun is rarely seen going to meetings, he is always elusive.

He walked around, and there were many sports students training on the playground, and he ran into a student from the sports department, who was doing sparring for the sports students.

"Where's Wu Xun?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"I don't know, he doesn't seem to be here." The student council member said.

Seems like a real errand.

Yu Tingfeng had nothing to do, wandered around for most of the day, and noticed the abandoned teaching building, and heard that it would be renovated after the winter vacation.

Remembering the last time he climbed over the wall with Song Zhaolan, he turned around and walked in that direction.

There is still no one here, and it is a bit too quiet.

Yu Tingfeng climbed up the tree next to the fence neatly and looked at the food street across the street, but no one moved.

If the gluttonous ghost doesn't go, it's boring to be alone.

Just when he was in a daze, two people walked up from under the tree from nowhere, mumbling and talking about something.

He looked down, and it was Liu Yun and Wu Xun.

Shouldn't he also climb over the wall and slip out?

Then there will be a good show. Is it okay for the former president to bring the minister of sports to break the discipline?

He looked down silently, trying to hear what they were talking about, but who knew that these two people seemed to be unable to speak clearly through the air, and they actually kept talking with their mouths.

Yu Tingfeng:!

Immediately afterwards, he realized that something was wrong. This was obviously not a simple close-to-mouth conversation.

Yu Tingfeng was struck by lightning.

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