MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 78

Each class is organizing art festival programs, and three projects for cross-class cooperation are also in emergency rehearsal. It is urgent because Song Zhaolan is more urgent, and he will participate in all three events.

As the president of the student council, at this time, it is natural to move wherever it is needed. The director of the drama thinks that Song Zhaolan has a good temperament and good spoken English, so he is the best choice to play Romeo. The planner of the show never forgot Song Zhaolan's ancient image in the sports meeting, and invited him to participate many times.

As for the martial arts performance....... He is one of the initiators, and many people are not optimistic about this project, so it should take the lead.

Of course, another promoter, Yu Tingfeng, will also join. He also participated in three projects, but in the play he just played a tree, so there was no pressure at all, and the time was much more leisurely.

During the rehearsal of the drama club, Yu Tingfeng also joined in, making the actors suspect that he was here to oversee the work, standing aside and doing nothing, with a pair of eyes wandering around, which made everyone very nervous, for fear of making a mistake and losing face.

They used the last half of the night for self-study and rehearsal. After the end, Qi Ran wanted to go to Song Zhaolan to discuss the issue of clothing, but Yu Tingfeng took the lead.

"Do you want to eat finger pancakes?"

Song Zhaolan said: "You'd better obey the law."

"You just say whether to eat or not."

Song Zhaolan nodded quickly, covered his ears and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yu Tingfeng turned and left.

Qi Ran brushed past him, looked at his back suspiciously, walked up to Song Zhaolan, and left the auditorium while discussing business matters.

The two were discussing things on the road, and the students on the side of the road began to shout when they saw the two of them alone.

"Yo yo, the young couple are dating again?"

"What a beautiful woman~"

"Whoever sees it can't say a word of good match!"

"Song Zhaolan is awesome, even Qi Ran has won."

Qi Ran blushed, subconsciously looked at Song Zhaolan, but saw that his jaw was tense, he looked at the group of students expressionlessly, and said, "Don't make such jokes casually, it's bad for the girl's reputation."

Qi Ran was taken aback.

The gossipers were unexpectedly educated and ran away in embarrassment.

Song Zhaolan turned to look at Qi Ran, and said, "If they still make such jokes in front of you in the future, you can write down their names, and our student union will deal with it."

Qi Ran raised his head, saw his clear eyes, and smiled: "Thank you, I will pay attention to it myself in the future."

Song Zhaolan glanced at the time absently: "Well, you should go back to the classroom first."

"And you?"

"I am busy."

Song Zhaolan came to the corner of the abandoned building, lingered for a few minutes, and heard noises outside.

He raised his head, first saw the moon hanging in the night sky, and then a figure appeared with the moon on his head, illuminating his eyebrows and eyes.

Yu Tingfeng shook the pancake in his hand, just covering the moon.

"Can't wait to eat so soon? Still come here to watch."

"Stop being so handsome, come down quickly." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng jumped down skillfully and stuffed the cake into his mouth.

Song Zhaolan looked at him suspiciously, and then Yu Tingfeng proudly took out a pancake from his bosom, and handed it to him warm.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan took it, and couldn't help showing a satisfied expression while eating the cake.

"Thank you for what." Yu Tingfeng muttered, "Our relationship now, why should I thank you?"

"What's the relationship?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"Did you go back on your word?!" Yu Tingfeng paused abruptly, but seeing the corners of his mouth curled up, knowing that he had been tricked again, he snorted, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaolan asked concerned, "Did you take cold medicine?"

"No." Yu Tingfeng munched on the cake, and said vaguely, "I'm happy."

Song Zhaolan ate the cake silently, nodded indiscriminately: "Then sleep well tonight."

Yu Tingfeng smiled: "You care about me so much?"

"Tomorrow is the formal rehearsal of martial arts, so I need to rest well."

"..." Yu Tingfeng said depressedly, "Why didn't you react at all?"

Yesterday, the two confirmed their intentions to each other, and before they had time to tell each other their hearts, they had to go back to the classroom to attend class. During this period, due to Song Zhaolan's busy studies and rehearsals, they had no time to get along privately.

Yu Tingfeng then went to the drama club to rehearse, just to take the opportunity to find time to be alone with him.

Song Zhaolan turned to look at him: "What reaction do you want?"

Yu Tingfeng: "At least you should be a little happy, right? Look at me, I was so happy that I stayed up all night, thinking about the two of us."

"I'm happy, I'm happy now." Song Zhaolan said.

"I don't believe it." Yu Tingfeng leaned in front of him, carefully staring at his facial features and expression changes, "You obviously don't have any expressions!"

Song Zhaolan pressed his chest: "I'm happy here."

"Why is that face unhappy?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Because of nervousness."

"Really?" Yu Tingfeng stared at him again.

Song Zhaolan nodded, grabbed his other empty hand, and put it on his chest together: "If you don't believe me, look."

Yu Tingfeng was paralyzed, he didn't have the heart to feel the other person's heartbeat seriously, he was so focused on restraining his own heartbeat that his fingers were trembling slightly.

It turns out that liking is this kind of emotion, which is unpredictable and involuntary, but also very joyful.

"Did you feel it?" Song Zhaolan asked, stuffing the last bite of cake into his mouth without wasting time on both sides.

"..."

Yu Tingfeng's Adam's apple moved slightly: "As long as you are happy, I am also very happy."

"Let me see." Song Zhaolan touched his chest with his backhand, and listened carefully with his ears.

Yu Tingfeng's heartbeat could not be restrained at all, and it almost became a symphony.

"Really." Song Zhaolan said.

"Nonsense." Yu Tingfeng looked down at him, and quietly pinched his thigh, so as not to get confused, and always reminded himself that Sezi had a knife on his head, be careful that the object he had just got ran away.

 …

The next day, Song Zhaolan came to Class F and called the applicants to rehearse martial arts.

At this point, the members of the Demon Cult, including Zhang Wei, a non-staff member, and Tang Yuan, a former member of the Demon Cult, only remembered that there was such a thing, and they all ran to Yu Tingfeng to ask for an explanation.

"Boss, I've always wanted to ask, what exactly is a martial arts performance?"

"Why do you still practice with Song Zhaolan and the others?"

"I didn't even sign up, why did I want to participate inexplicably?"

"I reported it to you." Yu Tingfeng responded calmly, "This is my suggestion to the student union. You all cooperate, otherwise it will be very difficult for me."

Sun Yicheng: "We can cooperate with this, but why do we have to rehearse with the people in Class A? Don't talk about rehearsing, it will be good if we don't fight."

Tu Minghua pinched his fingers and calculated: "The hexagram is not very good, there will be a **** disaster."

Liu Zhuizhui said: "I don't want to dance knives and guns anymore, I want to play piano and ballet!"

"Will you?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Liu Zhuizhui: "No."

Yu Tingfeng: "Let's play with your old profession. Yu Xiaohui has to go there in person. What else do you have to be taboo about?"

"She's going too?" Liu Zhuizhui and Zhang Wei asked in unison, with the same astonishment, and then said at the same time, "I'll go!"

In the gym.

The applicants from Class A had been waiting quietly for a long time, but after seeing Song Zhaolan walk in, there was still no sound, because their attention was all on the group of Demon Cultists that Song Zhaolan had brought.

This matter has a great impact on decent people. If it is not for the sake of the overall situation, none of them want to cooperate with the Demon Cult. Except for Lou Ziying, a former member of the Wulin League, she is naturally 10,000 happy.

When the two sides met, they were extremely jealous, but no one made a sound, waiting quietly for orders.

"Great! I love martial arts so much! Please take care of me from now on, hehehe." Zhang Wei squeezed forward from the back of the team, and before the group could react, he shook hands with Xue Canming and others one by one , holding it all the way to Yu Xiaohui, just as he touched her hand, he was slapped with a "slap", and he walked aside with a smile, touching his face aftertaste.

Seeing nothing, Yu Tingfeng turned his eyes away, and saw Tang Yuan and Lou Ziying holding hands as if no one else was there, standing in the corner and muttering.

Yu Tingfeng: "..." It's greasy and crooked, what kind of words!

Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan intentionally or unintentionally. The other party was talking to Xue Canming and the others. At this moment, Geng Yiming hurried in, rushed to Song Zhaolan, and hooked his shoulder from behind: "Boss Song, I'm here. The class has taught for a while, are you not late?"

Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes.

Geng Yiming suddenly felt a chill on his back, let go of his hand, looked around, finally fixed his gaze on Sun Yicheng, and raised his middle finger: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

"Bah, it's disgusting." Sun Yicheng scolded his mother angrily.

"Everyone is here, let's start rehearsing." Song Zhaolan said.

Once an order was given, Song Zhaolan's people lined up in an orderly line, giving orders in equal order, but the people from the Devil's Cult were still lazy and dismissive.

"This program was proposed by Yu Tingfeng himself. If you don't want to watch the monk's face, you should also watch the Buddha's face." Song Zhaolan said.

The demon cultivator looked at Yu Tingfeng and saw Yu Tingfeng nodding, so he lazily walked over to line up.

Xue Canming couldn't help muttering: "Since it was Yu Tingfeng's suggestion, why should we cooperate?"

"It's not just to cooperate with them, but to promote martial arts culture." Song Zhaolan said, "Don't you want to take this opportunity to show the unique kung fu of each school?"

Hearing this, a group of people suddenly became enlightened, their eyes filled with light.

"Then I can show my swordsmanship instead of Tai Chi Fan?!" Mao Hongxi said pleasantly.

Wu Xiaoyu: "My dog-beating stick!"

"Our Yushan School has passed down hundreds of years of exercises..." Yu Xiaohui faintly said excitedly.

Xue Canming immediately put on a horse stance: "Our Qingtong is the best!"

"You are so good at bronze." Zhang Wei walked over and patted his chest confidently, "I, the king."

Xue Canming: "You, get out."

Compared with them, Chen Yuting's martial arts are more ordinary, and he worried: "But if everyone shows their own kung fu, will they be stolen by the Demon Cult?"

Others couldn't help showing worried expressions.

Song Zhaolan said in a low voice: "No, they have no internal strength, and their brains are not bright. It is impossible to steal your unique skills at a glance."

"It makes sense." Xue Canming nodded in agreement, "Wait...others can't learn it, but Yu Tingfeng might learn it right away, it's so dangerous!"

Song Zhaolan looked at him puzzled: "Do you think that if he wants to beat you, he still needs to steal your kung fu first?"

Xue Canming: "..." Too much worry.

In the official rehearsal, it doesn't really take much effort. Except for Zhang Wei and Geng Yiming, everyone else has a foundation in martial arts, so it's enough to teach these two guys a little boxing.

However, the two sides disagreed on whether to make a unified move.

The devil taught people to learn one skill, so it's not like the decent people have their own strengths, and both sides insist on their own opinions, and once they fought again.

Song Zhaolan mediated in the middle and came up with a compromise plan to meet the requirements of both parties, so he gave up.

The rest of the time was to practice separately, Yu Tingfeng led his men to rehearse the formation, and the others practiced independently.

Liu Zhuizhui played for a while, felt bored, ran to the other side, and stared at Xue Canming blatantly: "Little brother, you're pretty pretty."

Xue Canming: "..." Hold back!

Zhang Wei was also in Cao Ying and his heart was in Han. He kept peeking at Yu Xiaohui from the corner of his eye. He didn't expect that his slender body could burst out with strong energy, so he was stunned for a while.

"You have a nosebleed." Yu Tingfeng reminded.

Zhang Wei raised his head and pinched his nose: "It turns out that girls are so good-looking when they practice martial arts, and their figure is so good-looking. I'm gone!"

"If you don't practice again, I think you're going to be gone. You're not in my hands." Yu Tingfeng gave him a blank look, and when he looked over, he saw Xue Canming being stared at by Liu Zhui for a long time, and finally couldn't help but look up, Looks like I'm going to have a nosebleed too.

"..." A bunch of good-for-nothings.

Yu Tingfeng withdrew his gaze in disgust, glanced inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and collided with Song Zhaolan's gaze, he froze for a moment, then grinned.

Song Zhaolan pretended to turn his eyes away, took out a star candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and walked to the corner.

Yu Tingfeng kept his eyes on him, and then glanced at the others, seeing that they were all busy practicing, so he pretended to casually come to Song Zhaolan's side, and asked, "How long are you going to practice?"

"Let's get out of class." As soon as Song Zhaolan finished speaking, his pocket suddenly became heavy, and he quickly took out a candy from it with one hand, and held it in his palm.

"Okay, don't delay our playing time." Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhaolan looked up at him, with a smile in his eyes: "You guys have to be serious, we sacrificed so much time to play with you."

"Song Zhaolan, you dare to be presumptuous with the boss?" Sun Yicheng turned around and choked.

"Turn back and practice hard. You don't have to worry about our quarrel." Yu Tingfeng glared at him, and then stood in front of Song Zhaolan, pretending to be fierce, "Stop talking harshly to us, just wait until the day of the performance, Who is more popular?"

"Okay." Song Zhaolan pinched the hem of his school uniform jacket, fastened the zipper, and slowly pulled it up to the top, then raised her eyes, looked directly into his eyes, and smiled slightly, "I'll wait."

Yu Tingfeng swallowed his saliva, looking intently at the face that was close at hand, but the other person left in front of him, leaving him alone.

After a while, Zhang Wei turned around and asked, "Boss, why are you staring at the ceiling? Give me some tissue, my nosebleed is about to stop!"

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Do you think I don't need tissues?

The author has something to say:

In the last second, Yu Tingfeng: Nosebleed, good-for-nothing trash.

In the next second, Yu Tingfeng: I'm sorry, I'm a waste.