Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 31

Zhang Wei was wandering around the playground at this time, chatting with a classmate from time to time, and then peeking at the ancient beauty from the corner of his eye.

"Ah, um, you're right, say it again." Zhang Wei absent-mindedly agreed with his unfamiliar classmates, his head almost turned 180 degrees.

There was a girl with a beautiful back in front of him, Zhang Wei followed all the way, seeing that the girl was about to turn around, he immediately grabbed the boy in front of him, smiled and said: "Oh, brother, long time no see, how are you doing recently? "

"Do I know you?" Mao Hongxi looked puzzled.

"I know you, why don't you know me? It's me, Zhang Wei." Zhang Wei was still staring in the direction of the beautiful woman in front of him. When he saw that the woman turned her head, it turned out to be the killer from behind. He pretended nothing happened and looked up. Started, "Hey, you look familiar."

"Really? You know me?" The excitement in Mao Hongxi's heart could not be suppressed. Thinking of his title as the number one swordsman in the world, no one knows it. It is really sad and lamentable!

"That's right, you are that, that, that... ah, one of Song Zhaolan's younger brothers!" Zhang Wei said.

"..." Mao Hongxi sighed, "Yes."

"That's good, I'm Yu Tingfeng's younger brother, maybe we can become relatives in the future..." Before Zhang Wei finished speaking, he suddenly stepped back a few meters and asked in confusion, "My friend, why are you gone?"

"Are you Yu Tingfeng's person?" Mao Hongxi asked alertly.

"Yes, I am his man."

The male students around suddenly fell silent, and looked at Zhang Wei in surprise: "No wonder you have been hanging out with Yu Tingfeng all day recently, so you are in a relationship! Huh~~~"

"..." Zhang Wei immediately clarified, "That's not what I meant! How could I fall in love with him!"

"You just admitted it yourself, I'm going to tell others!" Another boy said with a smile, and ran to the teaching building.

"Stop! Don't spread rumors about me, I will die!" Zhang Wei ran after him.

The two were chasing each other on the road, and the other was a sports student. Zhang Wei struggled for a long time, and when he was about to catch up, he accidentally stepped on a pit.

"Be careful."

Just when he screamed and almost fell to the ground, a cold voice rang in his ears, and then an arm wrapped around his waist, his long hair swept across his face, carrying a faint fragrance .

Zhang Wei raised his head in shock, and met a pair of star-like eyes. In an instant, pink bubbles seemed to pop up all around, and Zhang Wei heard his crazy heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" Yu Xiaohui asked expressionlessly.

Zhang Wei clasped his hands in front of his chest, shook his head, with an infatuated smile on his face. So happy, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the hero was rescued by the United States, shouldn't this atmosphere be... He slowly pouted.

There was booing all around, and some people simply stopped, stopped to watch, and whispered non-stop.

At this time, Mao Hongxi approached, stepped forward in twos and threes, and whispered a few words in the fairy's ear: "This person is Yu Tingfeng's."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaohui looked down at him and immediately let go of his hand.

Boom—

Zhang Wei fell back to the ground firmly, and there was a lot of laughter around him.

Zhang Wei sat up, completely ignoring the mocking gazes of the others, and only stared at the back of the departing fairy. JK's skirt fluttered and looked slim. This is a fairy coming down to earth, right? This is the fairy!

Just looking at it makes me feel that this life is worth it!

"Go and go, what do you watch, I haven't seen handsome men and beautiful women." Zhang Wei drove away the students who were watching the play, and on the way back to the classroom, he bumped into Yu Tingfeng, who was a little out of his mind.

He couldn't wait to catch up and touched his chest: "Boss, I seem to be in love."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him inexplicably: "When?"

"Just now, we looked at each other!" Zhang Wei looked forward to, "How many tables do you think we will hold for the banquet? Can you come and be my best man? What is the child's name? How about Zhang Muyu?" ?”

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Why didn't I realize that Yu Xiaohui is so good-looking, boss, I want to chase her!" Zhang Wei clenched his fists and said ambitiously.

"Who do you like? Yu Xiaohui?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"right!"

"Give up on it, she is the woman you never got in this life." Yu Tingfeng reminded kindly.

Zhang Wei nodded his head repeatedly, and he didn't know how to listen at all. He was not allowed to chase Liu Zhuizhui before, but now he said that he couldn't get Yu Xiaohui.

Hmph, don't think that all boys can't catch up with girls if you bend over by yourself!

Humble and great, bravely chasing love, never shed tears!

The two passed through the corridor, passed Class E, and heard Geng Yiming and others sitting at the back door discussing the registration of sports events.

The autumn sports meeting injects a little vitality into the school every year. Although it is very short, most of the students still feel very happy, because during these two days, there is no need to go to class, long live!

For Geng Yiming and his group, it couldn't be better. It can escape the bitter sea of ​​study and show off the limelight.

"I'll just report for a 1,500-meter long-distance race." Geng Yiming said casually.

"Wow, as expected of Brother Geng, one thousand and five have already been paid."

"Just run around, play, and participate." Geng Yiming waved his hands indifferently, with a look of indifference, but he was already snickering in his heart.

For the long-distance run of 1,500 yuan, he recently specially went to practice secretly!

1,500 meters is the most time-consuming and labor-intensive event, but it is also the most watched race, because it is not over until everyone has finished running. He can sweat on the track and show his perfect figure, which is much bigger than the 100-meter sprint stage.

"I won't go to 1,500, I'll just be a spectator." The younger brother said, "Oh right, will our boss's boss participate in the project?"

"Who are you talking about? Song Zhaolan?" Another person asked.

Hearing the sound, Yu Tingfeng, who was about to step into Class F, suddenly withdrew his feet and retreated to the corridor to enjoy the scenery.

"Can you stop shouting so much?" Geng Yiming said to his brothers, "Boss's boss, let's call him Big Brother from now on, so we can distinguish."

"Okay, boss, will he participate?"

"Probably not. He's from Class A. That group of nerds won't participate in these events. It's destined to be the fate of the audience." Another person said.

Geng Yiming thought for a while and said, "I don't know either, why don't I take the time to ask? If he doesn't participate, let him come and cheer for me. It would be nice to think about it."

"It's true, it's really not too cool for Class A to cheer me on."

A group of people laughed loudly, and Geng Yiming said triumphantly: "Don't worry, I'm his good brother now, he will still give me this face."

After saying this, Geng Yiming inexplicably felt a chill behind him, he rubbed his arms: "Do you feel cold?"

"No."

Geng Yiming looked outside and saw Zhang Wei holding a small fan blowing on him.

Geng Yiming: "..."

Geng Yiming: "Are you sick!?"

Zhang Wei: "Drinking a few catties of peanuts, you dare to say that you are Song Zhaolan's good brother?"

"It's none of your business, he and I are good brothers, he admitted it himself." Geng Yiming said loudly.

Zhang Wei turned his head to look at Yu Tingfeng, and saw that he looked worried, so he kicked Geng Yiming's stool leg.

Geng Yiming himself didn't sit properly, his back was leaning against the door, and the chair was hanging. After being kicked, he sat down on the ground.

He chased out angrily, but was blocked by someone.

Yu Tingfeng stopped in front of him calmly, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do in Class F?"

Geng Yiming stiffened his neck and couldn't speak for a moment, he could only stare at Zhang Wei behind him: "Get out of the way, I'll find him."

Zhang Wei finally felt the feeling of being covered, and shouted into the classroom with a smile: "Come on, people from Class E are here to bully our class!"

"what!?"

People from class F, men and women, crowded to the door one after another, yelling at people to get out of here.

Because of his short stature, Sun Yicheng couldn't squeeze out, so he had to climb up to the window next to him, pointing and cursing: "Go away, don't bully people in our class, be careful that grandpa will let you taste arsenic/scent mixed with garlic!"

Passing by the monitor of class A on the second floor, seeing that the two classes were about to fight, he hurried back to his class, found the sports committee member, and asked tremblingly, "How is it? Have you finished all the projects? Let's not I ran into Class E and Class F, that group of people are too cruel, if you meet them, you will die."

"Not yet, we don't even have a basketball team." The Sports Committee Chairman sighed.

This result is not unexpected. Few in Class A love sports, and spend almost all their free time on study. Even if there is, seeing that everyone is so busy studying, they have already rolled up.

"Send at least one person for each event, otherwise it will be too embarrassing." The squad leader stood on the stage and started a mobilization meeting with everyone, "Everyone should show a little sportsmanship, not to mention winning prizes, but the most important thing is to participate No? Come on, is there anyone else signing up?"

After mobilizing for a long time, no one wanted to participate.

The squad leader thought for a while and said, "Leave other events aside for now. The day after tomorrow is the preliminary basketball match. We have to get the team together first, otherwise we will be laughed at because there are no men in our class."

Still not many people are willing to participate, the sports committee said: "Why don't you come in order of height, me alone, Song Zhaolan, Xue Canming, Zhao Mingdeng, Mao Hongxi, the four of you join together."

The four looked at each other, and finally Song Zhaolan said, "We won't."

"I can't practice, hurry up and practice these two days."

"But, what's so interesting about this?" Song Zhaolan really didn't understand the value of this sport. He had never played it in his previous life, and his body obviously has no memory of playing in this life, so it can be seen that he is not interested at all.

"You'll know it after playing. It's a pity not to play basketball when you're so tall. We didn't go there for the big prize. Who cares about the free meal tickets in the cafeteria for a week? The focus is on participation." said the monitor. .

"Free meal ticket?" Song Zhaolan immediately stood up, "Let's go!"

Companions: "..."

This scene is so familiar, as familiar as the scene when the leader first took office.

"Are there any prizes for other projects?" Song Zhaolan continued to ask.

"There are some." The sports committee member immediately said.

Song Zhaolan: "I'll report everything."

Sports Committee:!

Xue Canming is a staunch fan of the leader, and immediately decided: "Then I'll be with him too!"

Sports Committee:!

Zhao Mingdeng watched the squad leader frowning for a whole day, and the monks were merciful, so let's help her solve the current troubles. He said: "Then I will sign up for all of them."

Sports Committee:! !

Mao Hongxi saw that he seemed to be alone, so he had no choice but to join the team: "I will also sign up."

The sports committee member and monitor were so happy that they almost fainted.

The other students couldn't help applauding spontaneously. This can solve the problem of no one signing up for the class.

However, it would be too tiring if all four of them were allowed to compete, and it would appear that the others were ruthless.

"Squad leader, let me apply for the high jump as well. I declare in advance that I am not a high jumper. Don't expect anything from me." A male student raised his hand and said.

Yu Xiaohui saw that all these men had participated, so of course she couldn't lose the woman's face: "I will apply for all the men I can get in."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, even the little dragon girl had reported so much, the boys couldn't sit still anymore, they jumped up enthusiastically, and thoroughly carried out the phalanx that focused on participation to the end.

The girls couldn't hold back to some extent. If it is said that Yu Xiaohui's high-cold aura made most girls dare not approach her, but at this time, some people admired her courage.

After all, this is a competition, and there will definitely be winners and losers. Some people may not be ready to face failure, or feel ashamed, and some people worry that it will affect their studies and struggle again and again.

Ji Xiuyuan silently raised her hand and whispered, "I'll report for the long jump."

Ji Xiuyuan, who is slightly fat, ordinary-looking, introverted, always speaks in a low voice, is almost a marginal person in the class. But at this time, after she finished registering, the other girls let go and chose their own projects.

Ji Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the words of registering in public just now had exhausted all her energy, and now she wished she could retreat to her seat.

Zhao Mingdeng smiled at her: "You want to jump long? Do you need to practice?"

"Ah?" Ji Xiuyuan nodded, "I want it."

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

Ji Xiuyuan blushed and shook her head quickly: "Don't bother."

Although she and Zhao Mingdeng have been at the same table for a while, they almost do not disturb each other, because she is not good at making friends, and the same table and Song Zhaolan are always talking about the lines around her. They complained silently in their hearts, keeping each other's boundaries.

At this time, someone poked her back, and she turned her head.

"Can you play basketball?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"I won't." Ji Xiuyuan said, "I've only watched anime."

"Anime? What is it?"

"Slam Dunk!" After Ji Xiuyuan finished speaking, she realized that her voice was too loud just now, and covered her mouth in embarrassment.

"Okay, I'll look back, thank you." Song Zhaolan said.

"No, you're welcome." Ji Xiuyuan turned her head back, her face was cautious, but her heart was already crowing.

—Ahhhhh! Bancao and Zhao Mingdeng talked to me again! Although they are very secondary, can we be friends? !

During the physical education class in the afternoon, everyone started to practice the items they signed up for individually.

The sports committee called the four of them together and started training from dribbling. He demonstrated several times and threw the ball to Zhao Mingdeng next to him: "Come on, try it."

Zhao Mingdeng touched the ball, and couldn't help but touch it again.

Sports Commissioner: "Then what, you should move."

Song Zhaolan reminded him: "This is not your wooden fish."

"Hey." Zhao Mingdeng looked at the eyeballs in frustration, patted the ground, and threw it to Mao Hongxi on the other side.

Mao Hongxi held the ball, held it in the palm of his hand, stretched out his long legs, held the ball and turned two somersaults, then threw the ball away, switched his left and right hands, and finally put the ball behind him with his right hand, and made an inviting gesture with his left hand action.

Sports Committee: "What are you doing? Why are you still acting?"

"This is his signature move before he unleashes his sword." After Song Zhaolan explained, he reminded the other party, "This is not your sword and flagon."

"Hey." Mao Hongxi lost the ball and handed it to Xue Canming on the other side.

Xue Canming started running after receiving it, turning somersaults and jumping a few times, his spirits were very high.

"Is he crazy? Or is Monkey King on his upper body?" the sports committee asked.

Song Zhaolan: "He will be so excited as soon as he gets the weapon."

The sports committee couldn't understand their set of secondary school lines, and shouted: "...Xue Canming, you dribble, if you don't dribble, pass the ball to Song Zhaolan!"

From a long distance, Xue Canming threw the ball over. The sports committee was startled, subconsciously worried that it would hit Song Zhaolan, but when he turned around, he saw Song Zhaolan reached out to catch the ball firmly, and spun it around with his fingertips .

"Is that so?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"It's handsome, the game will definitely attract the girls' attention, but the ball is not played like this!" The sports committee member was a little envious of these fancy skills, but had to correct his behavior, "Come on, try it as I just taught you. "

Song Zhaolan started dribbling the ball and ran to the basket, turned around and asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes, yes, try shooting again and throw the ball into the basket." The sports committee made a throwing motion.

"Oh." Song Zhaolan threw it back without looking back.

The sports commissioner was in a hurry: "You should look at the position and then—fuck!"

This exclamation attracted the other students.

The sports commissioner picked up the ball in shock and put it in his hand: "It was just luck that made the shot, right? You have another shot with your back to the basket?"

Song Zhaolan followed the instructions, turned his back to the backboard, and threw it back.

Everyone's eyes followed the trajectory of the basketball, and the moment the ball entered the basket, there was screaming all around.

"It's definitely the most beautiful parabola I've ever seen, **** his function!" The math class representative couldn't help shouting.

"Wait, is this amazing?" Xue Canming saw that the students were cheering for it, took the ball and threw it with his back against the backboard, "Then I will do it too."

The ball goes in.

Class A: "Ahhh!"

"Huh? If that's the case, then I will too." Mao Hongxi also threw a blind ball and went into the frame again.

Class A people: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhao Mingdeng touched his head, held the ball in one hand, and threw the ball into the basket again under everyone's disbelieving eyes.

"Ahhh! So our class is so crouching?!"

"Why didn't you come out sooner!"

"This time our Class A will definitely win the basketball championship! Class A is about to stand up!"

The people in class A began to fall into a state of excitement, only wishing that the basketball game would be played soon.

At this time, the ball rolled to the side of the court, right at Yu Xiaohui's feet. She picked it up, tossed it lightly, and scored a three-pointer.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and a louder cry broke out, but in this cry, apart from the shock and excitement, there was also a hint of autism.

Why can the high-cold goddess shoot three-pointers casually? ah? just why?

"Is it really that simple?" The sports committee almost suspected that the ball was perfect, so he picked it up and tried a three-pointer.

Did not enter.

Another two-point shot.

Did not enter.

Sports Committee: "..." shut himself up.

Under a tree in the distance, Zhang Wei hugged the tree excitedly: "Ah, ah, boss, did you just see my wife's three-pointer? She is so cool, I love her so much, I want to have a baby with her cub!"

Yu Tingfeng held a leaf in his mouth, glanced at Yu Xiaohui, and unconsciously slid to Song Zhaolan.

Several girls came forward to hand Song Zhaolan water, Song Zhaolan took all of them, and drank a bottle in one go.

At this time, Yu Xiaohui handed him a handkerchief.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei kicked down the tree: "Damn it, **** Song Zhaolan."

Yu Tingfeng glanced sideways at him.

Zhang Wei immediately changed his words: "How can he be so handsome, the public enemy of men, there must be someone more handsome to subdue him, just like our handsome, tall, handsome and coquettish boss."

Yu Tingfeng withdrew his gaze lightly, and when he looked over again, he found that Song Zhaolan was no longer in the crowd.

Not knowing what to think of, he turned and walked towards the cafeteria.

After walking for a while, I saw Song Zhaolan in front. At this moment, Geng Yiming, who was skipping class, walked over and met him face to face.

They snorted coldly at each other, Geng Yiming turned his head to look, and immediately shouted: "Hey, Boss, my good brother—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Song Zhaolan turned around and saw no one. After waiting for a while, he saw Yu Tingfeng walking out from the corner with his hands in his pockets.

"What a coincidence." Song Zhaolan said, "Did you hear someone call my name just now?"

"No." Yu Tingfeng stepped forward and said calmly, "get out of class is about to end, and the senior year students are coming."

Song Zhaolan immediately dragged him to the cafeteria: "Hurry up."

The corners of Yu Tingfeng's mouth curled up imperceptibly: "What are you pulling me for? Could it be that I am your good brother?"

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Add some vinegar to green tea, life is cool enough, Mo Yutou said.