Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 22

Song Zhaolan used Yu Tingfeng's hand to dance back and forth twice, but found that the other party didn't cooperate at all, so he had to find another way.

"I seem to have heard Huang Wei's voice just now." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Well, the director probably caught me in the wrong place." Song Zhaolan looked at the time, "I'm going down first."

The two went downstairs one after the other. Yu Tingfeng walked for a while, tied his shoelaces, and found that the other party quickly returned to the classroom, and then followed him to the second floor.

He clicked his tongue and said with high spirits: "I said, can you not follow me, I'm not you...huh? People?"

He looked back, only to find that the other party didn't come to class F at all, but stopped at the door of class E, talking to the class bully.

He walked over in two or three steps, and heard Song Zhaolan say, "Student, why don't you come to me?"

Ban Ba ​​looked around, and there were already many people watching their every move, so he raised his head, determined to maintain his role as a class bully and a scumbag, and said arrogantly: "What do you want? I've said it all, we won't study!"

"No, you guys forgot about this." Song Zhaolan handed a bag to Yu Xi, "You're welcome."

Ban Ba ​​took it, and he weighed it in his hand. He almost couldn't hold it firmly. He opened the bag and took a look. Isn't this the guy they brought last time?

"Don't lose it next time." Song Zhaolan instructed.

Banba: "..."

Did you bring it back to threaten us? If you say you don’t study, you just don’t study!

"What are you all doing here? Why don't you hurry back to the classroom and get ready for class?" The head teacher of Class E suddenly squeezed in from the crowd. When he saw Song Zhaolan, he was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the bag in the class bully's hand, "Here is what?"

Ban Ba: "Nothing!"

"Open it and have a look." The homeroom teacher looked at him fiercely, and when he stretched out his hand, he saw a dozen sticks made of books, "What are these? What do you want to do?"

Ban Ba: "..." Life is so hard, no one ever said it's so hard to be a Ban Ba!

"Be honest, what are you going to do with these things?" the head teacher said sharply.

The people in the corridor were silent collectively, the timid ones had already returned to the classroom, and there were still some outsiders watching the fun.

"They want to study." Song Zhaolan who was on the side suddenly said.

"Study?" The head teacher looked back at him, "You said they made these things for study?"

"Well. The last time they asked me out, it was to ask me a question."

The head teacher's expression changed several times, as if he had heard something from the Arabian Nights, but when Song Zhaolan said this, his face was sincere, and he didn't look like a liar.

"Really?" The head teacher looked at Ban Ba.

"Ah... that's right! We just want to study. We didn't do well in the exam this time. We have to learn from it. We must learn from Song!" Ban Ba ​​said immediately.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, you can ask him for more advice, but the premise is not to disturb his study." The class teacher knew that Song Zhaolan did not pass the exam this time, but he was very grateful that the other party was willing to tutor this naughty person, so he gave the class bully a slap in the face. Heavy responsibility, "If anything happens to Song Zhaolan in the future, you will be the first person I will look for."

"Okay, okay." Ban Ba ​​nodded again and again, "Student Song is our idol, we will definitely take him as our target!"

Yu Tingfeng turned his eyes away in disgust.

Zhang Wei, who was reprimanded by the dean, happened to notice this detail when he returned to the classroom, and took another look at the way the class E bully flattered Song Zhaolan, guessing that the boss must be jealous.

Hey, boys' minds are always in spring.

After returning to the classroom, Zhang Wei leaned over to Yu Tingfeng's seat and muttered: "Boss, you have to watch people more, don't let Song Zhaolan slip away from you."

"What do you mean?" Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Can he still fly out of my palm?"

"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case." Zhang Wei had the mentality of an old lady, "Think about it, if there are more people around Song Zhaolan, it's easy to ignore you, and then you can bear it? "

Yu Tingfeng sat up straight slowly, and said seriously, "I can't bear it, why doesn't he take me seriously?"

Zhang Wei: "That's right! You are so tall, so handsome, so suave..."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him appreciatively: "What else?"

"Still unrestrained and unrestrained, but that's it... The grades are not very good."

Yu Tingfeng frowned: "What's wrong with poor grades?"

"Let's put it this way, Song Zhaolan didn't perform well in the exam this time. He passed the grade ninety-nine. According to his grades, he's a solid one. As for you, Boss... work hard, the last one It’s okay to go to junior college.”

"Speak simply." Yu Tingfeng said.

"To put it simply, when someone goes to Peking University, you go to Peking University Jade Bird. Others go to learn computer drones, but you are driving an excavator. In short, the two of you will be far away from each other, and you will no longer be people in the same world. "Zhang Wei lowered his voice.

Yu Tingfeng was startled, isn't he from the same world?

He thought about it, if Song Zhaolan didn't ask him to compete in martial arts, how boring would life be? Is it possible to find these minions to practice their tricks?

Too boring.

Yu Tingfeng coughed, waved his hands, and asked in a low voice, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Zhang Wei whispered in his ear: "Of course it is to study hard, and try to get into a school with him!"

Yu Tingfeng nodded slightly, then looked at him puzzled: "Why are you telling me this?"

Of course, it is to let you and Song Zhaolan continue to fall in love, indulge in love, and have no intention of being a school bully, so that I can be a tyrant... Cough, I can help you manage your followers!

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Of course it's for your sake, Boss."

"This matter must not be made public." Yu Tingfeng still had to think carefully.

"clear!"

Needless to say, Zhang Wei also knows how to keep it secret, and will never let the second person know that they are in a relationship. This is the biggest trick he has in his hands.

On the day of the holiday, Yu Xiaohui and the others communicated with Song Zhaolan about their progress, and decided to try to study before making further plans.

Song Zhaolan naturally agreed.

When he got home after the holiday, he just put his schoolbag in the room when a small stone hit the window.

He opened the window and saw Yu Tingfeng standing downstairs with his pocket and schoolbag casually slung over his shoulder, beckoning to him: "Come down."

Song Zhaolan went downstairs and wondered, "Why are you here?"

"Run so fast, is there a ghost chasing you?" Yu Tingfeng stepped forward.

"If you guessed right, you were the one who chased me all the way here?"

"......To shut up."

Song Zhaolan pursed his lips.

"Come over here." Yu Tingfeng ordered again.

Song Zhaolan did as he did, getting closer to him, but still maintaining vigilance.

Yu Tingfeng looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he took out a bag of lollipops from his schoolbag and stuffed them into his arms impatiently.

"What is this for?" Song Zhaolan looked at him unexpectedly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Yu Tingfeng seemed to feel embarrassed, turned away from him, and said bluntly, "Help me make up lessons, and I'll give you all these."

After a while, the lollipop returned to his hand.

"I don't want it, I don't like to eat this." Song Zhaolan turned around and walked back.

"Is there anything else you don't like to eat?" Yu Ting asked someone to do something in the limelight, but was rejected, and his temper came up again, "Then tell me, what do you like to eat, I'll buy it for you!!"

Song Zhaolan glanced back at him: "Come on, follow me upstairs."

Yu Tingfeng was overjoyed, he didn't expect to be invited into the house, and he walked forward in two or three steps, and the two brothers seemed to hook his shoulders: "You are not bad."

"I'll go up and find a pen and paper to write it down, and you can just buy it according to the list." Song Zhaolan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his face full of spring breeze, "By the way, I still want to see your dragon-breaking sword skills, and I will show you later."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."