MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 95

"Song Zhaolan, did you understand the question the teacher gave tonight? Can you explain it to me?"

In the boys' dormitory, everyone was busy washing. Song Zhaolan had just finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom when a roommate in the dormitory asked questions.

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan opened the practice questions, and the boy immediately came over to read the questions.

He glanced sideways at the boy, and inexplicably thought of Yu Tingfeng's appearance when he asked the question: "Excuse me, I'm going to the toilet."

"Didn't you go there just now? Could it be diarrhea?" The boy asked concerned, but the other party had already quickly entered the toilet and closed the door.

Song Zhaolan looked at the chat dialog box with Yu Tingfeng, the last chat record still stayed on yesterday's "good night", and the content of the conversation gradually became scarce.

I don't know what's going on with Yu Tingfeng, why the news is getting less and less, is it because he's having fun with his friends?

The winter camp is very busy, and there are classes from morning to night. Half of the sample problems taught by the teacher are beyond the outline, causing students to use their spare time to do the problems.

The mobile phone was not confiscated, probably because it was calculated that these students had no time to play with mobile phones.

Whenever Song Zhaolan wants to have a good chat with Yu Tingfeng, he can always be deprived of time by new questions.

At first he thought it was nothing. Anyway, it was only ten days away from the Chinese New Year, and it passed quickly. Didn't the days at school go by the same way?

The result is still different.

There are his familiar friends at school, and Yu Tingfeng who secretly feeds him pancakes every day. Now that I'm in a place where I'm not familiar with, whenever my mind wanders, I'll think of my days in No. 1 Middle School.

Song Zhaolan tried not to think about that person, but no matter how rational a person is, there will always be times when he is swayed by his emotions.

He hadn't seen Yu Tingfeng for twelve days.

Whenever he thinks of Yu Tingfeng, he will eat a red bean cake, but the red bean cake has already been eaten.

There are neither red bean cakes nor Yu Tingfeng here.

Song Zhaolan couldn't help calling him, and when he heard the other person's breathing, he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, and slid down against the door.

"is it you?"

When he heard Yu Tingfeng ask cautiously and expectantly, his eyes were slightly hot.

After saying the phrase "I'm thinking of you again", someone knocked on the door, urging him to hurry up, and there were still people who needed to take a shower, so he had to end the call in a hurry, fearing that if he was a second late, Yu Tingfeng would find out that something was wrong, It's a joke.

The winter camp ends at 10:30 p.m., and within half an hour the lights have to be turned off for sleep. Song Zhaolan lay down on the bed, glanced at the message, but did not receive a reply from Yu Tingfeng.

... so indifferent?

Song Zhaolan tossed and tossed and fell asleep, during which time he had many messy and broken dreams, and after a while he dreamed that Yu Tingfengfeng had come so far away, so he lost contact with him. For a while, he dreamed that Yu Tingfeng loved the new and hated the old, and found a new love, and then dreamed that he killed this heartless man in a fit of anger.

Song Zhaolan woke up with a start.

The person on the upper bunk was startled: "Oh, I'm going, why did you bounce up without saying a word?"

It was still dark outside, and the person facing the bed went down and turned on the light: "Wake up, a new day has begun again, this is simply a devil's training."

Everyone dragged their sleepy bodies to get up and wash up one after another. Song Zhaolan was the first one to leave the dormitory.

The cold wind outside was blowing on him, pulling him back from the nightmare, and he felt comfortable after waking up.

...shit.

As long as he thinks of Yu Tingfeng looking for Xinhuan in his dream, he can't wait to kill him with a sword.

"You're not in the right mood today." The deskmate said, "Who messed with you?"

"No."

"If you still say no, you will break the pencil with your bare hands."

"..."

When eating at noon, Song Zhaolan found an empty seat and sat down to eat, and the surrounding was soon filled with people.

We are all top students from various schools, it seems easier to communicate, either giving lectures or papers, most of them don't recognize students, and they can mingle wherever they go. And Song Zhaolan, who was too handsome, looked even more outstanding, and unconsciously attracted other people to make friends with him.

In addition to him from Wulin No. 1 Middle School, two other students from Class A also participated in the winter camp. I am not very familiar with them in class, but when I come here, I become like a relative, and I always sit at the same table when I eat.

But today, there was only one female classmate sitting here. Song Zhaolan asked the whereabouts of the other one, and the classmate said, "He has relatives nearby. They brought him some food, and she went to the school gate to get it."

Song Zhaolan nodded.

The address of the winter camp is in a middle school in the provincial capital. Because most of them are non-local students, travel and safety are strictly managed, and they are almost not allowed to go out.

A few more girls came into the cafeteria and frantically said "so handsome, so handsome". Others thought they were talking about Song Zhaolan again, and looked at Song Zhaolan like booing.

Unexpectedly, those girls explained: "No, no, we are not praising Song Zhaolan today. There was a boy standing outside the school gate just now, super cool!"

"Who is it?" Someone asked.

"I don't know each other. We only dared to take a look from a distance. He wanted to come in, but was stopped by the security guard. He was arguing with the security guard. He looked very fierce."

"Do you want to go and see the excitement?" Someone asked, "Song Zhaolan, do you want to go?"

"No." Song Zhaolan ate seriously, and nothing could disturb his meal.

At this time, a boy rushed in from outside the door, it was another student from class A, and he said out of breath, "Guess who I saw just now?"

Female class A student: "Who is it?"

"Yu Tingfeng from our school!"

"What is he here for?" the female classmate asked curiously. Suddenly, there was a "snap" from the side, and Song Zhaolan put the rice bowl heavily on the table. Before the bowl stood still, she ran out in a hurry.

At the school gate, Yu Tingfeng was still arguing with the security guard: "I'll just go in and see what's wrong with me? I didn't go in to kill people and set fires!"

Security guard: "Who are you going in to find?"

"Song Zhaolan."

"do not know."

"...You mean it!"

"How do you speak, are you polite?"

"Why am I gone, why am I gone!" Yu Tingfeng took a step forward.

The security guard reached out to stop him, and accidentally took a Tai Chi step.

Seeing this posture, Yu Tingfeng said: "Wow, I have practiced before."

"That's right, I went to the square to practice as soon as I was on vacation!"

"Then look at me!" Saying this, Yu Tingfeng put down his luggage and showed off the Tai Chi he performed at the sports meeting, stunned the security guard.

"Where did you learn this?"

"You let me in, and I'll tell you."

"No, no, this is a rule, you can't let people go at will. Anyway, you can't get in, why don't you teach me a few tricks here?"

"You think beautifully!"

Both of them had quite loud voices, and their words seemed to be arguing, which attracted many people to stand in the distance to watch the excitement.

Just when Yu Tingfeng was about to force his way in, he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Yu Tingfeng!"

Yu Tingfeng was taken aback, and looked inside joyfully, and saw Song Zhaolan running through the crowd at a glance, and quickly waved: "I'm here, I'm here!"

Panting, Song Zhaolan stopped at the school gate, and said to the security guard, "Hello, he is my cousin. He is here to bring me something to eat. Can you let him in?"

The security guard asked him to sign, and then he let him in, and he did not forget to make an appointment: "Young man, teach me two tricks when you have time."

"No problem." Yu Tingfeng said generously. As long as you can go in, you can say anything.

As soon as he walked in, he smiled at Song Zhaolan, who grabbed his wrist and left.

"Hey, wait, I forgot something." Yu Tingfeng went back again, picked up the luggage bag on the ground, and walked up to him with a smile, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Zhaolan walked forward without saying a word.

"Wait!" Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hand and muttered, "You haven't pulled me yet."

Song Zhaolan grabbed him tightly, and many people surrounded him, scrambling to ask, "Song Zhaolan, is this your cousin?"

"You all look so handsome, your family genes are really good."

"How long will cousin come to play?"

"My buddy is quite tall, can he play basketball?"

"Excuse me, excuse me." Song Zhaolan finished speaking coldly, grabbed Yu Tingfeng and walked towards the dormitory.

"What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Yu Tingfeng saw that he had been sullen, thought for a while, and asked, "Is it because I quarreled with the security guard that you are upset?"

Song Zhaolan didn't answer, just walked forward, and even accelerated his pace.

"Are you still angry that I came here without telling you? I actually wanted to tell you, but I went to research and buy tickets last night, and there were no tickets for that meeting. I found a transfer station to buy tickets .I have been standing all night, my feet are numb, please walk slowly."

Song Zhaolan let go of his hand.

Yu Tingfeng quickly stretched out his hand: "Don't let go, hurry up, go as fast as you want."

Song Zhaolan took out a key from his pocket, opened the door of the dormitory, and said in a deep voice, "Go in."

"Oh." Yu Tingfeng walked in and took a look at the dormitory environment. There was a long table in the middle of the eight-person room, which was full of materials and exercises. "Do you live here these days?"

There was the sound of the door closing and locking behind it.

Yu Tingfeng turned around, and was about to tell him how much he missed, when suddenly a hand came out from his waist, pulling him forward a little harder. Then before he could react, Song Zhaolan kissed her.

The lips with wind and frost are a little cold.

The bag in Yu Tingfeng's hand fell to the ground, and the red bean cake, mung bean cake and various biscuits scattered out.

He hugged him forcefully in his arms, turned his back on the customer, and didn't know what to do. He bit and licked the other's lips like crazy, and a faint smell of rust spread from his mouth.

Yu Tingfeng let go immediately, looked at his broken lips, and said in a panic, "I didn't mean to."

Song Zhaolan looked at him, put his hands on his shoulders, raised his head halfway, and kissed him regardless: "Why are you here?"

"You don't even know how much I miss you..."

The rhythm of breathing was messed up, and the two gradually learned how to express their thoughts silently with their lips. It was the desire to melt people into the body, and the pleasure of probing back and forth.

Between advance and retreat, it is full of each other's breath, which makes people deeply immersed in it.

"Is there anyone inside? Why is the door locked?" Someone knocked on the door outside.

Yu Tingfeng paused, opened his eyes and looked at him.

Song Zhaolan touched his face, stroked his lips with his fingers, and murmured: "I really want to see you."

"Didn't I come here?" Yu Tingfeng looked at his moist eyes, and his barren heart was filled instantly. He hugged him tightly again, lowered his head and sucked the other's lips, with a greedy and obsessed expression, without any concealment.

"The key won't open, try with yours."

"You all brought the keys, so I didn't bring the keys."

"Then go find someone else to get the key and take a look."

The footsteps outside the door got further and further away.

After a long time, the two returned to the dormitory with others, only to find that the door was open, and Song Zhaolan was sitting inside doing homework, and there was another strange boy, who was obediently sitting aside and reading.

"Huh? How did you open this door?" one person asked.

Song Zhaolan: "It was opened with a key."

"It's strange, mine can't even be opened, could it be embroidered?"

"I heard that your cousin came to see you, is this handsome guy your cousin?" Another person asked.

"Um."

The male students in Class A also live in this dormitory, so I don't know when Yu Tingfeng became Song Zhaolan's cousin? He walked in and took a look, startled: "Why is your mouth broken?"

Song Zhaolan: "I accidentally bit into something while eating."

"What did you eat? Didn't you eat well just now?"

Song Zhaolan casually picked up the red bean cake on the table: "This."

Yu Tingfeng smiled inexplicably, and asked the others: "Do you want it?"

The others shook their heads and waved their hands—

Who would dare to ask for this? If they eat it, they might lose their mouths and lose their personal demeanor. They don't dare to be capricious like Song Zhaolan. They must not make their poor faces worse!