MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 6

"Come on, register your name, phone number and address."

In the police station, Officer Song threw the two documents in front of them, knocked Song Zhaolan on the head, then picked up the tea mug, blew the tea foam floating on it, took a sip of tea, and turned to ask the colleague next to him: " Are you not on duty today?"

"It's not worth it, what's wrong?"

"Change class with me, I have something to do today."

"What's the rush?"

"It's a long story, the family is unlucky."

I don't know what the colleague made up in his head, so he quickly agreed, but he looked over his head a few more times.

Not far away, Song Zhaolan, who was writing with his back to them, sighed slightly.

Yu Tingfeng moved two steps, touched his shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Is he talking about you?"

"It should be." Song Zhaolan lowered his head and wrote.

After Yu Tingfeng wrote a few words, he couldn't help but glance at him. Song Zhaolan noticed his peeping eyes, covered the paper with his left hand, turned slightly sideways, and finished writing everything with his back facing him.

"Tch, what's the big deal." Yu Tingfeng sneered, "It's cowardly, if you want to see mine, just look at it."

"Then let me see." Song Zhaolan turned around to look.

Yu Tingfeng immediately hugged the form in his arms and glared at him a few times: "It's a good idea, but you don't even show it to me."

"Don't mutter and discuss, fill it out quickly." Officer Song shouted from behind.

The two handed in the form, then sat down on their seats, received the socialist education from Police Officer Song, listened drowsily to the ideological education for nearly an hour, and each signed a letter of guarantee before being released.

Before he left, he had to compensate the boss for the handcuff money. Yu Tingfeng put his hands in his pockets and said with ease, "I don't have any money."

Song Zhaolan touched his pocket carefully: "I don't have one either."

Officer Song didn’t know how much other people’s children had pocket money, but he was very clear about his own son’s pocket money, which was completely normal. He wondered, “Where did all your money go? Did your friend go?"

"What is a girlfriend?" Song Zhaolan asked, and Yu Tingfeng also looked at Officer Song curiously.

Officer Song didn't know whether they were really stupid or pretending to be stupid for a while, so he simply cooperated with their performance: "Girlfriends cost a lot of money. You have to take them to eat delicious food and dress them nicely. After getting married, you have to hand over the money."

Song Zhaolan's complexion was complicated, and Yu Tingfeng's was also facing a formidable enemy.

A small sentence left an indelible shadow on the two of them.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the pocket money cannot be handed over!

Officer Song: "So before you graduate, it's best not to fall in love early and get a girlfriend, and study hard, you know!"

Song Zhaolan nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, call your parents and have someone come pick you up and go home. Don't come here again." Officer Song said, seeing that Yu Ting was still in the wind, he reminded, "Call quickly."

"What call? I don't have one." Yu Tingfeng replied.

"You don't have a cell phone?"

Yu Tingfeng shook his head.

Police officer Song couldn't help but look at him a few more times. The young man is very handsome. Is it because his family is too difficult to grab cakes in the street?

Yu Tingfeng waited and waited until Police Officer Song's eyes gradually became pity.

This is really strange, I never imagined that he, a fearsome demon leader, would be pitied by an ordinary (possibly with a gun) middle-aged man.

"What's your name?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Are you asking me?" Officer Song pointed at himself and smiled, "My name is Song Nian. You can come here for help if you need help, but don't come here because of trouble."

"Song Nian, okay, I will remember you." Yu Tingfeng said.

The colleague next to him slipped, dragged the swivel chair and slid to Song Nian's side, and said amusedly: "Okay, young people nowadays are really getting more and more crazy, why am I thinking that I want to seek revenge?"

Song Nian smiled and said: "No way, he is my son's friend, how could he seek revenge on me?"

"Who says I'm friends with him?" Yu Tingfeng said arrogantly, "I don't bother to be friends with him, how can he be worthy of my noble status."

Song Nian and his colleagues laughed, and asked, "What is your noble status?"

Yu Tingfeng didn't seem to bother answering their questions, but bumped Song Zhaolan's arm: "Tell them about it."

Song Zhaolan: "The descendant of the dragon."

Yu Tingfeng raised his chin proudly. His father was the previous leader of the Demon Cult, named Yu Long. Whenever people in the Jianghu mentioned dragon, they would think of this **** figure, so his subordinates would respectfully call him As a "descendant of the dragon", he is better than other Jianghu people who have no nickname!

Song Nian and his colleagues were silent for a while, and laughed at the same time, one on the table and one on the leg.

"It's so honorable." Song Nian laughed until tears came down, but it was just a joke of the teenagers. Before forgetting the business, he got the phone number of Yu Tingfeng's parents from the school and called him. .

The phone rang three times before someone picked it up in a hurry.

"Hello, who is it?" It was a female voice full of air.

"Hi, hello, we're from the police station. I'm calling you, mainly to talk about..."

"Oh I see, liar, huh?"

Snapped-

The phone hung up.

Song Nian: "..."

Song Nian dialed again and said straight to the point: "Ms. Yu Huan, we are not liars. I can still find your ID card information. Do you need me to confirm it to you?"

"Nonsense, if you didn't get my ID card, you would be embarrassed to cheat! My sister is busy, so you can find someone else to cheat."

Crack, hung up again.

Song Nian rubbed his eyebrows, pointed at Yu Tingfeng, and signaled that he would come to communicate later.

The call got through again, and Ms. Yu Huan answered impatiently, and she was about to curse: "I said you damned—"

"It's me." Yu Tingfeng said.

Ms. Yu Huan stuck for a moment before continuing: "You bastard, why don't you play tricks on your old lady?"

Song Nian hurriedly answered: "Ms. Yu Huan, it's like this, your son is here with us now, I hope you-"

"It's in your hands, right? I don't have any money, so tear up the ticket."

Song Nian: "..."

Half an hour later, Ms. Yu Huan still came to the police station. She wore simple and clean long-sleeved jeans, her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her face was fair and clean, her eyes were bright, and she looked capable.

"The first time I entered the police station, it was because of you brat!" Ms. Yu Huan reached out and grabbed Yu Tingfeng's ear as soon as she entered the gate, "You are really promising, the ancestors of the old Yu family know, I can jump out of the grave to applaud you."

Yu Tingfeng said angrily: "Let go, you are so brave! Do you know whose ear you are pulling?!"

Song Zhaolan continued, "The descendant of the dragon."

"What? I can't touch you anymore?" Yu Huan was so angry that she slapped him on the ass.

Yu Tingfeng quickly covered his ass, looked at her in horror, and said threateningly: "You dare to spank my ass? You are also responsible for spanking the devil's ass?"

"The devil? I think you are a devil! Get out of here!"

There was chaos in the institute, and Song Nian and his colleagues stopped him for a long time before they stopped Yu Huan, who was like lighting a firecracker, and explained the situation today, so they asked people to sign and take the child away.

"Hey, you actually went to steal other people's hand pancakes. Let's see how I deal with you when I go back." Yu Huan said while signing, "The pocket money will be halved next month."

"Reduced?" Yu Tingfeng said angrily, "You heartless woman."

"You're a disgrace."

The mother and son left the police station quarreling and cursing.

"Let's go too." Song Nian changed his clothes, patted Song Zhaolan's shoulder, his tone was obviously a bit scary, "Go back and have a good chat, where is your money?"

Song's house is not far from the police station, about 20 minutes' walk away.

As soon as the father and son arrived downstairs, they met Zhao Qinghong who had returned from the night shift.

"Why did you two come back together, Lao Song, aren't you going to be on duty today?" Zhao Qinghong asked.

Song Nian took the vegetable basket in her hand: "I changed shifts with someone else, do you know why?"

Zhao Qinghong: "I don't know."

Song Nian: "Because...you guessed it!"

"I can't guess."

"Guess again."

Song Zhaolan walked in front in silence, until they got home, the two were still discussing the topic of "guess or not".

In the end, it was Zhao Qinghong who compromised and guessed an outrageous reason: "We, Xiao Lan, couldn't be the one who committed the crime and you caught him with your own hands, right?"

Song Nian patted Song Zhaolan on the shoulder: "See, this is a woman's intuition!"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Zhao Qinghong: "...Wait, is it really like this?"

"Well, your son and his friends robbed other people's hand pancakes without paying, and the boss suspected that he was mentally retarded." Song Nian said.

Zhao Qinghong looked at Song Zhaolan in surprise, and patted his forehead habitually: "Why don't you take your temperature first? Are you really retarded?"

Song Nian: "How come?"

Zhao Qinghong: "Just over-studied, my brain is burnt out."

When Song Nian heard this, it might really be possible, and asked, "Xiao Lan, have you been secretly staying up late to study again recently?"

Song Zhaolan has never let them worry about his studies since he was a child, but it is not without worries, because he not only loves to study, but also loves to stay up late to study.

As a nurse, Zhao Qinghong naturally knew the disadvantages of staying up late, but she refused to persuade her no matter how hard she tried. Others were praising her son for studying well, but she was the only one who was worried about her son's health. Sooner or later, he would be exhausted. The senior high school entrance examination was too exhausting, and she fell seriously ill after the examination.

"No, I slept soundly." Song Zhaolan said.

"Really?" Zhao Qinghong didn't quite believe it, and most of the words were coaxing them, "No matter what, I should pay more attention to my body in the future, stay up less late, and eat more."

"I can't eat enough." Song Zhaolan said, there was a bit of grievance in his flat tone.

"Why can't you eat enough? There's too little food in the cafeteria?" Zhao Qinghong asked with concern.

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan said truthfully, "I get hungry every hour."

Zhao Qinghong: "Then buy more bread and fruit for preparation, and eat when you're hungry."

"Not enough money." Song Zhaolan fumbled for his pocket.

"Another hundred will be added to you every week."

"it is good."

Song Nian listened and felt something was wrong, so he interrupted quickly: "Wait, he committed a crime. He robbed others of their hand pies. It's fine if you don't deduct pocket money. Why do you still give him more money?"

Song Zhaolan explained: "Yu Tingfeng snatched it."

"Is that what you ate?"

"It's me, he's fed it up to my mouth, I can't eat it."

Zhao Qinghong said: "Look, after all, my son is still hungry, so he will eat the food stolen by others. Xiaolan is growing up, so he still needs to eat enough."

The hostess had already spoken, so Song Nian naturally had no objections.

While eating, Song Nian thought of another thing and asked, "Xiao Lan, is that Yu Tingfeng really your friend?"

"no."

"classmate?"

"no."

"Then what's your relationship?"

"His parents killed my benefactor. He is the only opponent I want to defeat."

"Kill...people?" Zhao Qinghong was so frightened that she dropped her chopsticks.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Song Nian whispered to her, "That classmate's mother is Xishi Yuhuan, the pastry on the East Street. Her husband has been dead for many years. She took the child by herself and killed someone."

"Then Xiaolan said... ah, maybe it's really mentally retarded?" Zhao Qinghong looked at her son worriedly, really afraid that he was under too much pressure from studying, and said softly, "Xiaolan, did you not study well?" It's so important, I won't be angry even if you are the last one in the exam. Your body is the most important thing, you know?"

"Well, it's important to eat."

Song Zhaolan buried his head in cooking, Zhao Qinghong patted his head, and said lovingly: "By the way, remember to throw away all the knives, guns and sticks in your room."

Song Zhaolan paused: "Can I not throw it away?"

"No, it's dangerous, or I'll confiscate your pocket money."

"..." Song Zhaolan looked at Song Nian as if begging for help, and Song Nian waved his hand, expressing his helplessness.

Song Zhaolan: "..."

After some internal struggles, Song Zhaolan still succumbed to the temptation of pocket money. As long as he has money, he can buy a lot of food. Human life is much better than swords, guns and sticks.

These things are the self-defense tools he bought when he first came to this world, but they have not been used so far, so they are all handed over to Song Nian.

After the two parents left, he closed the door and carefully opened the drawer. There were still a few martial arts cheats inside, which he kept.

He flipped through a few pages of the cheat book, which he had already memorized by heart, so he put it aside boredly, picked up a textbook and began to read, this kind of thing that was harder than the cheat book easily attracted his attention.

While taking a bath, Song Zhaolan took off his clothes, glanced at the mirror, paused, and looked down at his waist.

There is a bruise on the lower left waist.

It must have been pinched by Yu Tingfeng.

I was careless, and I was secretly hurt. I went to school another day, and I must take revenge.

At this time, the mobile phone next to him rang a few times. He seldom uses his mobile phone in this world, but now he sees a WeChat friend reminder on it.

Remarks: I am Yu Tingfeng.

Song Zhaolan glanced suspiciously, and clicked through.

Yu Tingfeng immediately sent a message: [Little thing, guess how I know your account number? 】

As soon as Song Zhaolan saw the word "guess", she became immune and didn't guess at all.

A moment later, Yu Tingfeng received a picture from Song Zhaolan. The bathroom was in the background, and a white and thin waist appeared in the center of vision.

"I'm a fairy, what's the matter?!" Yu Tingfeng sat up from the bed, took a look, and dropped the phone.

After half a minute, I got up and zoomed in on the picture again.

In the middle of the night, you want to talk to me naked?

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