Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 11

After class, at some point, people began to wander outside again, standing on tiptoes from time to time, turning their heads to look in the direction of the back door.

The girl at the front desk turned her head, glanced at Song Zhaolan, and reminded in a low voice: "Song Zhaolan, someone is looking for you again, can you go out and meet?"

"Why are you looking for me?" Song Zhaolan hid the bought slices of bread in the belly of the table while being puzzled.

The front desk said: "Because you are very popular in the forum now, you and Yu Tingfeng have become famous people at the flag-raising ceremony this morning."

This Monday, the flag will be raised in the morning. According to the usual practice, the student union will also name the students who performed well and violated the discipline last week, and praise and criticize them.

Except for the usual mischievous ones, almost half of the people in Class F stood up on the stage. Yu Tingfeng led a mighty group of people up, that one was powerful, and that one was unrestrained, those who didn’t know thought it was I'm walking down the catwalk.

It would be even more handsome if he didn't almost step on the air.

Unexpectedly, there were also people from class A, quite a few, a total of six.

Looking at the entire school, no one in Class A of the three grades violated discipline.

The student union directly named Song Zhaolan as the representative of discipline violations, and read the self-criticism in public.

The audience whispered to each other, so everyone was asking what the names of the two most handsome boys in Class A and Class F were, and the discipline was thrown into chaos.

Standing at the front, Yu Tingfeng saw all the students in the audience looking at him, as if he had returned to the time when he looked down on all sentient beings, and waved his hand: "Everyone be quiet."

The people in the audience were really quiet.

Yu Tingfeng backed away a little, turned around and waved at Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan pointed to himself: "Me?"

Yu Tingfeng nodded: "Nonsense."

Song Zhaolan silently stood in front of the microphone, glanced at the head teacher standing in front of the class, and had a good attitude of admitting his mistake: "I was wrong."

The partners applauded in unison and unconditionally supported: "Well said!"

One minute, one minute of silence, everyone looked left and right, looked at the rostrum suspiciously, and waited for a long time for the next sentence!

The president of the student union asked in a low voice, "No more?"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

"No, your word count is too few, you need five hundred words anyway."

"Oh." Song Zhaolan blurted out, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The partners applauded in unison: "Well said!"

The president of the student union: "Why don't you write an essay here to make up the word count? Say something useful."

Song Zhaolan talked about useful knowledge: "The new pork ribs in the canteen are delicious and have a special flavor."

The partners applauded in unison: "Well said!"

All teachers and students in the school: "......"

Due to time constraints, the flag-raising ceremony had to be over, and the review ended in a hurry, but the name of Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng became a topic of discussion, and of course—is the ribs in the big cafeteria really delicious?

In this regard, conservatives believe that ribs still have to be cooked according to traditional methods. Braised, steamed, and garlic are the most fragrant destinations for ribs.

But the radicals believe that food needs diversity to promote the development of more delicacies. The new fried pork ribs with pineapple is very interesting! You can taste the sweet ribs and the sour pineapple. It kills two birds with one stone. It is really the most efficient choice for most students to save time.

Conservatives finally said: Get out!

 …

After the evening self-study get out of class, Yu Tingfeng leisurely walked to the dormitory, when he passed the small supermarket, he suddenly stopped.

"Boss, why don't you leave?" Sun Yicheng stopped and asked, and the others also stopped one after another.

"I'm going to do some private business, you guys go back first." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Then you have to pay attention to your safety. Once those decent people want to surround you, remember to send out the signal." Sun Yicheng instructed.

Protector Right: "We don't even have any signal booklets, how can we put the signal?"

Sun Yicheng sighed in frustration, and then came up with a new idea: "Then you shout help! This means saving your life. As soon as you hear help, we will come to rescue you immediately."

Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and pointed at him: "You actually do your studies behind our backs?"

Sun Yicheng was terrified: "...The subordinate is guilty, please punish the boss!"

"Forget it, just learn, learn a little more so that we can understand more things."

"Yes!" Sun Yicheng was encouraged, "Boss, what else do you want to know? Nod yes, shake your head no, come is come, go will go."

"go."

"twitter."

After dismissing the followers, Yu Tingfeng turned on his toes and walked towards the small supermarket.

There were a lot of people shopping in the supermarket. Song Zhaolan was queuing up at the door to check out. After swiping her card and walking out, the bag of potato chips in her arms was taken away.

His face changed, and he looked at the person who came: "Give it back to me."

The corner of Yu Tingfeng's mouth twitched, he raised his eyebrows, shook the potato chips triumphantly, turned around and ran away.

"Stop!" Song Zhaolan increased his horsepower and quickly chased after him.

One after another came to the side of the playground, next to the small forest, Song Zhaolan checked the time, the lights would be turned off in ten minutes, and there was not much time left for himself to eat!

In desperation, he picked up a bread bag and threw it at Yu Tingfeng's head.

Yu Tingfeng broke out in a low voice, rubbed his head, turned back, and stood in front of him: "It's useless for you to claim to be upright in martial arts. What kind of a hero is a sneak attack?"

Song Zhaolan reached out and snatched the potato chips back without any effort. It seemed that the other party's purpose was not in the potato chips. He raised his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

Yu Tingfeng put his hands in his pockets, and said tuggingly: "Didn't you ask me to compete? I missed the appointment yesterday, and I will make it up for you today."

Song Zhaolan pursed her lips with a troubled expression: "But I have something to do today."

"What's up?"

"Instant noodles." Song Zhaolan pointed to the Laotan sauerkraut in his bosom, "This noodles need to be soaked for three minutes."

"..." Yu Tingfeng looked up to the sky and sighed, then looked at him angrily, "Are you hungry all day long?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan said honestly.

"..."

Yu Tingfeng saw that he put his feet forward for a while, and backed up for a while, and he seemed to be struggling very much, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what to do." Song Zhaolan was distressed, "I want to compete with you, but now I also want to eat noodles."

"..." Yu Tingfeng scratched his head irritably, "Then you go back and eat noodles."

"What about the martial arts competition?"

"Let's make an appointment another day." Yu Tingfeng thought about it for a while, "Let's make an appointment outside of school on Saturday night."

"Okay." Song Zhaolan smiled slightly, "You are a good person."

Yu Tingfeng shook his head: "I am not."

"Okay. Regardless of whether you are a good person or not, I will definitely try my best to knock you down next time."

"Oh, I wish you were this powerful. Anyone who can defeat me would have died in the grave long ago."

The two turned around and walked towards the dormitory building. Song Zhaolan walked briskly. When he got downstairs, he looked down at the snacks in his arms, took out a bottle of Coke and handed it to him.

Yu Tingfeng was flattered: "Give it to me? Are you willing to give it to me?"

"Open it for me."

"..."

Yu Tingfeng said angrily: "Do you still have a little bit of self-awareness, I'm a big devil? How dare you order me to do something!"

"Well, big devil, open it for me." Song Zhaolan licked his lips, "I'm a little thirsty."

The big devil glanced at him, his gaze stayed on his lips for a few seconds, and he pulled the ring away cursingly, and the air bubbles sprayed his hand.

"What the **** is this?" Yu Tingfeng handed it to him in disgust.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan took it and drank a couple of sips with an indescribable expression.

"Can this stuff be drunk?" Yu Tingfeng was very puzzled.

"Yes." Song Zhaolan handed over the Coke again, "Would you like to try it?"

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him dubiously, held his hand and took a sip directly, smashing his mouth: "It tastes so strange."

"Um."

"One more bite."

Huang Mao, who was fined to clean the toilet, just came back at this time. As soon as he walked under the dormitory building, he sloppily hid by the flower bed next to him, poked his head out, and paid attention to the movement of the two people at the door.

I saw two people holding a can of Coke and feeding them back and forth. They were standing straight, but they didn't look straight at all.

Huang Mao covered his mouth in surprise, and thought to himself, no wonder Song Zhaolan wanted to beat him last night. It turned out that he came to help revenge because he said bad things about Yu Tingfeng?

"Is there any paper?" The air bubbles on Yu Tingfeng's hands were dry, sticky and uncomfortable.

"It's in your pocket, take it." Song Zhaolan held the snack in one hand and the can of Coke in the other, and raised his head to drink the last bit.

Yu Tingfeng reached into his trouser pocket, felt around, felt something, and his body stiffened slightly.

"puff-"

Song Zhaolan gulped down, and the Coke slid down his lips to his chin. He silently turned his head to look at Yu Tingfeng: "What are you groping for?"

Yu Tingfeng pulled out his hand suddenly, his ears were red, and he became angry from embarrassment, and said fiercely: "You didn't let me touch my pocket?!"

"Coat pocket."

"Oh."

Song Zhaolan threw away the Coke can, took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Here, here it is."

Yu Tingfeng didn't pick it up, he snorted twice, turned around and ran upstairs with big strides: "No more wiping, I'm just going to wash my hands."

In a few seconds, the figure disappeared, and Song Zhaolan could only wipe his hands, when he suddenly heard someone from the student union shouting from behind: "Who threw the coke cans! Points deducted!"

Song Zhaolan's expression changed, and he quickly ran upstairs: "Wait for me."