Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 24

The several bags of vegetables in Zhao Qinghong's hand rolled to the ground, and a fish jumped and turned over on the floor.

"Who are you?!" Zhao Qinghong didn't have time to deal with the ingredients on the ground, took the key and pointed it in Yu Tingfeng's direction, and walked in cautiously, "What do you want to do to my son?"

"I didn't want to do anything to him." Yu Tingfeng spread his hands, the sun just fell on the blade, looking very scary.

Zhao Qinghong's pupils trembled, and she approached more carefully: "What do you want? Do you want money? I can give it to you, as long as you don't hurt my son."

Yu Tingfeng put the knife on the table and glanced at Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan explained: "This is my mother."

Yu Tingfeng nodded and was about to turn his head when suddenly a pair of hands strangled his neck from behind. Because the opponent was not tall enough, he had to bend down to cooperate with the opponent, and then the opponent dragged him to the ground.

"Son, look, son! I have subdued the murderer! It seems that the grappling technique I learned recently is effective!" Zhao Qinghong was suddenly excited.

"Mom, this is a student from our school." Song Zhaolan said.

"Students still dare to break into private houses to rob?" Zhao Qinghong twisted Yu Tingfeng's thigh, "If you don't study hard, you will be a bad student. I will let my husband arrest you!"

Yu Tingfeng was miserable.

"Son, call the police quickly." Zhao Qinghong took out the phone and handed it to him, slightly pleased, "By the way, remember to tell your father, I subdued it."

Song Zhaolan explained again: "Mom, he is my friend. And you beat him because he didn't fight back at all. Otherwise, even if there were ten of you, you wouldn't be able to win."

"What? He's your friend?" Zhao Qinghong looked down at Yu Tingfeng, saw that he was handsome, and nodded, "It really doesn't look like a thief."

Song Zhaolan: It's the leader of the bandits.

Zhao Qinghong let go, pulled Yu Tingfeng up, patted the ashes on his body, and asked, "Young man, are you really Xiaolan's friend?"

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a moment, feeling a little unbelievable to himself, and glanced at Song Zhaolan from the corner of his eye: "Me? Your friend?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan introduced to Zhao Qinghong, "His name is Yu Tingfeng, from Class F."

"Yu Tingfeng?" Zhao Qinghong felt that the name sounded familiar. After recalling it, she remembered that she was the student who stole cakes with Song Zhaolan and entered the police station last time. ?”

"He came to me to review, and I lent him all the previous books." Song Zhaolan said.

"Books?" Zhao Qinghong opened the bag and saw that there were indeed stacks of books inside. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face, "That's good. It seems that the little classmate is going to study hard, so I'm so kind."

Yu Tingfeng really found that these parents have special attention and affection for those with good grades.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Song Zhaolan said.

"Okay, I'll cook right away. Little classmate, don't leave, stay and have a meal together." Zhao Qinghong turned around to clean up the ingredients that fell on the floor, and then went to the kitchen.

There were only the two of them left in the living room, Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng who was standing like a pine tree: "Sit down, the meal will be ready soon, my mother's cooking is delicious."

"Oh..." Yu Tingfeng sat down stiffly.

"By the way, little classmate, remember to call your family and say you can't go back, so as not to worry them." Zhao Qinghong poked his head out from the kitchen.

"Oh, good." Yu Tingfeng took out his phone stiffly again, and called Yu Huan, "I won't be back for lunch."

Yu Huan: "Where did you run off again?"

Yu Tingfeng covered his phone and whispered, "We're having dinner at...a friend's house."

Yu Huan continued to ask: "Which friend are you?"

Yu Tingfeng's voice was very soft: "Song Zhaolan."

"Oh, I don't know."

"It's unnecessary for you to ask." Yu Tingfeng said unhappily.

"Then what should I do if I cook so much?"

"Call your old horse over here. How many days has he been squatting downstairs in our house? Why didn't he come in?"

"Isn't he afraid of you getting angry, you have no conscience." Yu Huan cursed a few words, then lowered his voice and asked, "Then I really called him in for dinner? Are you really not angry?"

"It's up to you." Yu Tingfeng hung up the phone and sat up stiffly.

After being silent for a long time, he finally took the initiative to speak: "You...just said friends...are we friends?"

"Bajibaji."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and saw that the other party ate an orange again at some point.

...If you don't eat for a while, you will die, right? !

He is restless here because of the relationship between the two of them, this person is good, he eats and smells delicious.

"That's right, you are not my enemy and my lover, so you are my friend?" Song Zhaolan finished eating two oranges and gave him the rest.

Yu Tingfeng took it in disbelief, feeling a little moved in his heart, and swallowed the orange in one gulp.

"...I'm stupid." His face was so sour that he wrinkled up, "Help."

"Why did you finish eating in one go?" Song Zhaolan hurriedly poured him a glass of water, "Don't be in a hurry to eat."

"You also have the face to say that?" Yu Tingfeng finished drinking the water, "You gave it to me because you thought it was sour?"

Song Zhaolan looked away guiltily.

"Oh, your dad won't come back at noon, what will happen to the fish I bought, no one will kill them." Zhao Qinghong said in the kitchen.

Song Zhaolan immediately said, "Yu Tingfeng will."

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

Who do you want to instigate! ?

"Really?" Zhao Qinghong came out happily, "Xiaofeng, can you kill fish? Can you kill fish for me?"

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng's body had already responded one step ahead of his brain, and when he realized that this was not suitable for his identity, he was already holding the fish in his hand.

"Come on, the knife is here." Song Zhaolan thoughtfully presented him with a kitchen knife, showing an expectant expression again.

It turned out to be waiting here!

Yu Tingfeng chopped it on the chopping board with a knife, stood firmly, and was about to reprimand Song Zhaolan, but Zhao Qinghong who was at the side was startled: "Ah! Xiaofeng, do you really know how? Don't hurt your hands. , or let me try it?"

"It's okay, I will." Yu Tingfeng picked up the knife again.

He never expected that the world-famous dragon-breaking knife technique would be used to cut open the belly. If his parents knew about it, he might be so angry that he would jump out of the grave.

"Wow, Xiaofeng, your knife skills are amazing!" Zhao Qinghong praised.

Hearing this, Yu Tingfeng raised his chin, and sliced ​​the fish into slices, the spines were separated just right, the thickness was even, and they were neatly stacked on the plate.

Zhao Qinghong: "God! This is too powerful!"

Song Zhaolan: "Well, it's not bad."

Yu Tingfeng picked up the onion, **** and garlic next to him and chopped it with a bang.

Zhao Qinghong: "I have never seen anyone with such good sword skills!"

Song Zhaolan: "Well, indeed."

Yu Tingfeng turned the knife around, picked up a carrot and carved a rabbit.

Zhao Qinghong: "Ahhh! So cute!"

Song Zhaolan: "So cute!!"

Yu Tingfeng froze for a moment, turned his head to look at him suddenly, but only saw a face with no expression, and even suspected that the exciting cry just now was an illusion.

He lifted the rabbit to Song Zhaolan's eyes, and sure enough, the other party's eyes lit up.

"Give you."

"Really? Thank you." Song Zhaolan took it, looked around lovingly, then opened his mouth and bit the rabbit's ear.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Zhao Qinghong: "..."

Song Zhaolan chewed two mouthfuls: "It's a bit raw."

Yu Tingfeng: "Is it just a little?"

Zhao Qinghong let out a chuckle, and drove them out of the kitchen: "Okay, okay, leave the rest to me, you go to rest first. Xiaolan, you can take Xiaofeng to play in the room, there is a lot of oily smoke. "

"Okay, come with me." Song Zhaolan took Yu Tingfeng to the bedroom.

Yu Tingfeng closed the door and asked softly, "Why did your mother call me Xiaofeng?"

Song Zhaolan: "Can't you?"

Yu Tingfeng: "It's not that it's impossible, it's just that I'm not used to it."

According to the only memory he has, no one has ever called his name intimately, Zhengdao scolded him, Hei.dao was afraid of him, his parents always called him by his first name, and he had never heard anyone call him Xiaofeng.

Naturally, no one befriends him.

Thinking of this, Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan again: "If you become friends with me, your allies won't be angry, right?"

Song Zhaolan: "Probably."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Then let's secretly be friends."

"..."

"Aren't your men suspicious?"

"Okay, then do it secretly."

The two reached a strange consensus, and Yu Tingfeng began to visit his room seriously.

"Hey, is this footprint yours?" Song Zhaolan asked, pointing to the bed sheet.

"It's mine, what's the matter?"

"wipe it up."

"Why should I wipe it for you?"

"Because you are my friend." Song Zhaolan said stubbornly, "If you dirty my bed, I have to clean it up. Friends are like this."

"...Oh! It's okay if you know it!" Yu Tingfeng patted the bed vigorously, then stopped suddenly, "There is something underneath."

"what?"

The two squatted down and saw a nylon bag hidden under the bed. After dragging it out and opening it, there was a pile of weapons.

It was the batch confiscated by Song Nian that was originally hidden under his bed. The most dangerous place is the safest place!

Song Zhaolan took out a counterfeit version of Qinglong Yanyue Knife: "I have seen the knife technique of the kitchen knife just now, but is it far worse than your real dragon-breaking knife technique? Do you want to try this?"

Yu Tingfeng also felt a little itchy, took it and danced twice: "Reluctantly."

Song Zhaolan: "Then let's show off the saber technique again!"

Yu Tingfeng: "Okay."

Yu Tingfeng raised the long knife, and the door suddenly opened. Song Zhaolan who was standing behind the door was caught off guard and leaned forward, and fell into Yu Tingfeng's arms, just touching the edge of the knife.

Zhao Qinghong: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Help! Keep people under the knife!!"

Yu Tingfeng quickly threw the Yanyue Knife on the ground, Song Zhaolan stood up straight and explained: "The knife is not sharpened, we were just kidding."

Zhao Qinghong patted her chest for the rest of her life: "Then...then let's have dinner."

During the meal, Zhao Qinghong asked about Yu Tingfeng's family situation and address, and made some dishes for him.

After eating, Yu Tingfeng said that he wanted to go back. Seeing that he was carrying such a big bag of books, Zhao Qinghong asked Song Zhaolan to take him back and share the burden together.

Song Zhaolan didn't come back until the afternoon, so Zhao Qinghong called Song Nian: "Husband, I think I have found the reason why my son's grades have dropped this time."

"Oh really? What's the reason?" Song Nian asked.

"He met a strange friend named Yu Tingfeng. Not only did the two of them steal cakes together, they also danced with knives and guns all day long." Zhao Qinghong said, "Could it be that he has reached the stage of rebellion and began to yearn for an exciting life? That's why you didn't want to study, and you got a grade ninety-nine?"

Song Nian: "Isn't that good? A person who dances knives and guns is in good health. Doesn't this correspond to what you said? As long as you are in good health, you can be the last one in the exam."

"I didn't really let him take the bottom one in the exam!" Zhao Qinghong covered her mouth, "Did he take this sentence seriously? Oh, what can I do? I will tell him well when he comes back. There is an exam."

"Don't worry, he won't be back for a while." Song Nian said.

"why?"

"Guess." Song Nian said mysteriously.

Zhao Qinghong: "He couldn't be the one who sent Yu Tingfeng home, committed another crime, and went to your police station, right?"

Song Nian: "It's no wonder I can't even hide my private money. Your intuition is really smarter than the Supreme Lord."

"You still have private money?" Zhao Qinghong had just finished speaking, but realized belatedly, and suddenly turned up the volume, "What did you say? The two of them are in trouble again?!"

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