Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 19

Song Zhaolan looked around at this group of people, and said to Yu Tingfeng, "It seems to be a misunderstanding, you should go back."

Ban Ba ​​nodded quietly, and encouraged Yu Tingfeng with his eyes: "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

As long as Yu Tingfeng, the thorny head, leaves, they can rest assured to beat people. Who told Yu Tingfeng to subdue the yellow-haired Zhang Wei recently, and a group of nagging subordinates with secondary illnesses, which have already become famous in their circle of gangsters.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of gangsters who will die, but be afraid that a bunch of gangsters will die and have mental problems.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yu Tingfeng took a few steps. The class bullies just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Yu Tingfeng took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "Tsk, do you still take me seriously? You Let me come, I will come, you let me go and I will go, who do you think I am?"

Song Zhaolan: "The descendant of the dragon."

Yu Tingfeng's expression was a little more cheerful: "You are wise."

Song Zhaolan said again: "But it's useless for you to stay, you can't help."

"Who do you look down on?" Yu Tingfeng raised his chin, "As long as you ask me, I will do this little favor."

Although he didn't feel that Song Zhaolan needed help, he really didn't like these people. Logically speaking, he used a lot of these dirty tricks, but if it was used to deal with Song Zhaolan, he still hoped to defeat Song Zhaolan in an open and above board manner.

It may be because Song Zhaolan is too polite and honest, every time an appointment is made, he must make an appointment in advance, and then wait piously, which makes people have a weird feeling of being respected.

"No, I mean, you can't help them." Song Zhaolan reminded.

"They? What should I do for them?" Yu Tingfeng frowned deeply, "Do you think I'm with them?"

Song Zhaolan: "Of course you are not in the same group, you are worse than them."

Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes: "I'm going to be angry."

"That's right." Song Zhaolan's voice was a little softer.

"Have you talked enough!" Ban Ba ​​was fed up with the group of them being ignored all the time, figured out, you are surrounded now, okay?

"Sorry, I ignored you." Song Zhaolan immediately said to Banba.

With such a polite tone, Ban Ba ​​replied subconsciously: "It's okay, you continue to chat."

Song Zhaolan turned to chat with Yu Tingfeng again.

Banba: "..."

Ban stepped forward domineeringly: "Wait! Stop chatting, Song Zhaolan, just tell us how to solve our problem."

"Don't be impatient, I'll think of a way to solve your troubles." Song Zhaolan said, looking at the others, "Come here, all of you."

other people:? ?

I have seen someone who is not afraid of death, but I have never seen someone who is not afraid of death. Calling them over in such a dignified way, wouldn't it be some kind of trap?

Yu Tingfeng didn't understand what his idea was, and was about to watch a good show, but Song Zhaolan grabbed his wrist, pointed to the thing on one of the people's hands, and said, "Look, they still know how to study in the middle of the night. You don't know, are you not as good as them?"

Yu Tingfeng:? ?

Banba:? ?

Everyone:? ?

Everyone looked down at the self-made guy in their hands, because the school banned gun control items, so the gangsters in their circle were used to making them by themselves.

The specific method is to roll up the book, the thinner the better, then wrap it with transparent tape, and a small stick is ready. It is not only convenient to carry in the sleeves, but also convenient to recycle after use.

So the guys they have today are all rolled into sticks with books.

"Come on, tell me what questions you don't understand?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Since the end of the exam, people have been looking for Song Zhaolan to ask for answers, and now he can memorize the answers fluently.

Ban Ba ​​and the others looked at each other, and after a while, Ban Ba ​​said: "No, you made a mistake, we are not looking for you to ask questions!"

"So you want me to make up lessons?" Song Zhaolan said, "Don't worry, I will do my best to solve your problems. The first step is to concentrate on listening in class. Every point is life, and you know that one point can crush you to death." How many people? The college entrance examination is like a thousand horses crossing a single-plank bridge. If you miss a point, you may fall to your death. The time for the college entrance examination is running out. You have to start today, from now on, and show your best form , get the best level in the test, and strive to be the best in class A...cough, what class are you in?"

Banba: "..."

In fact, you are just copying what your head teacher said, right?

Others covered their ears one after another: "Help!"

"We don't want to study!" Ban Ba ​​threw the stick, took off his coat roughly, and punched him, but unexpectedly missed it, and came back in a circle.

Song Zhaolan knelt down, picked up a long string of papers that fell out of his coat, and said, "He said he didn't want to study, didn't he carry a vocabulary card with him? It's not shameful to study, you know that extra points in the exam mean What do you mean? It means that you drove thousands of people off the single-plank bridge, and the better days are to come..."

"Help!" Ban Ba's fragile heart was overwhelmed, he picked up his coat and ran outside, "I don't want to see you again!"

"Brother, wait for me!"

"What kind of devil is this, stay away from Song Zhaolan, and live a safe life!"

The group fled, Song Zhaolan casually picked up a stick they had thrown away, with class written on it, and he glanced at it: "Oh, so it's friends from Class E."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Let's go, we should go back." Song Zhaolan glanced at his watch, "The lights will be turned off soon, and there is not much time left for us to wash our feet."

When the two walked out of the playground, Song Zhaolan saw Yu Tingfeng was silent and full of thoughts, and asked, "Why are you silent? This doesn't look like you at all."

Yu Tingfeng: "Then how can I be like me?"

Song Zhaolan raised his chin, stomped his foot, and pointed at Yu Tingfeng's face with one hand: "Yu Tingfeng, don't be shameless."

After finishing speaking, he walked around him: "Did you hear that?"

"Hey, don't add drama on your own, how can I be so stupid!" Yu Tingfeng said, pointing at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yu Tingfeng was the first to lose: "Are you really so stupid?"

Song Zhaolan's mouth twitched, he put away his hands, turned and walked forward.

"Hello." Yu Tingfeng chased after him, "Is what you just said true? Killing tens of thousands of people with one point? Good days are ahead?"

Song Zhaolan: "Well, teachers and parents say so."

Yu Tingfeng curled his lips: "Can you believe what they say? They are not from the same world as us."

"Then what if I say it's true?" Song Zhaolan turned to look at him, "I'm from the same world as you, right?"

Yu Tingfeng was speechless, staring into his eyes for a moment: "You really didn't lie to me?"

Song Zhaolan: "Anyway, the head teacher and parents told me so, I don't think they will lie to me."

"..." Doesn't this go back again!

"Why don't you believe what they say?" Song Zhaolan asked curiously.

Because the former parents only wanted him to be a devil who was neither human nor ghost, and the former "teachers" were just using him.

He never believed the nonsense of these people.

Yu Tingfeng: "Because they are ugly."

Song Zhaolan: "What about me? Am I ugly?"

Yu Tingfeng's eyes moved slightly, he stared at him hesitantly for a few times, his eyes slid from his eyebrows to his nose and lips, he staggered his gaze, blinked quickly, and looked up at the night sky.

"What do you ask this for?"

"Don't you only trust good-looking people? If I'm good-looking, will you believe me?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng: "First of all, I don't only believe in good people, I don't believe in anyone. Secondly, there are no ifs."

Song Zhaolan didn't react for a moment: "What if?"

Yu Tingfeng clicked his tongue, put his hands in his pockets, and strode towards the front bedroom in a big stride.

When they got downstairs, Song Zhaolan suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean I'm pretty!"

Yu Tingfeng: "...Is it necessary to say it directly?"

"Actually, you're not stupid." Song Zhaolan replied politely.

Yu Tingfeng: "Really?"

Song Zhaolan: "Well, you are only six points irritable, three points stupid, and one point ignorant."

Yu Tingfeng immediately pointed at him: "Don't think that if you change a few words, I won't want to beat you up!"

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: Hurry up (☆v☆)

Yu Tingfeng: No_(:зゝ∠)_