Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 34

"Leader, I have a new result in my disguise technique! It has reached the level of being indistinguishable between male and female! Make-up skills do not deceive me!" Chen Yuting excitedly reported the situation to Song Zhaolan.

"Well, I just heard it." Song Zhaolan replied.

"Oh, by the way, you seemed to be talking to someone just now?" Chen Yuting asked, "With whom?"

"The noodles in the morning are delicious." Song Zhaolan said.

Chen Yuting: "..." Could you be more fake in changing the subject?

"Oh, Brother Chen, you don't understand this." Xue Canming patted Song Zhaolan's shoulder with a smile, "This is called masculine charm. It is likely that a girl who admires our leader's demeanor is looking for him."

Song Zhaolan could only keep silent, otherwise he would have to immediately come up with a clever way to change the subject.

When Yu Xiaohui came back after changing her clothes, she saw them gathered together and asked, "Chen Yuting, why don't you go change your clothes?"

"Okay." Chen Yuting touched the skirt after changing with a reluctant expression, "This is really a good prop for transformation."

"If you like it, I'll give you my suit. The captain also said that there is no need to return this suit." Yu Xiaohui said generously.

"real?!"

"Well, I don't know how to wear it anyway." Yu Xiaohui said, "It's cold."

"Then I won't be polite, thank you." Chen Yuting accepted her skirt contentedly, thought of something, and said regretfully, "To be honest, I also think the Hanfu worn by the demon girl today is pretty good. It’s good to have it.”

Liu Zhuizhui went to the national style phalanx today. She tore off her traditional Hanfu a few times, exposing her fragrant shoulders. She was very **** and stood out in the team.

"You don't need the demon girl's clothes." Xue Canming said honestly, "A demon woman is a demon woman. It's really insulting to be able to wear good clothes like that!"

Song Zhaolan reminded him: "You have a nosebleed."

"This, this is dry nosebleed." Xue Canming covered his nose.

Yu Xiaohui: "Oh, man."

A few people set off to the playground. Song Zhaolan's Hanfu was to be returned. He handed everything over to the person in charge, as well as the hair tie that was almost lost.

"Why, are you still reluctant? Still staring at it for so long?" The person in charge laughed.

Song Zhaolan pinched the headband, handed it back, and asked, "How much is this, can I buy it?"

"One hundred twenty."

"No, take your leave." Song Zhaolan turned around and left, showing no signs of nostalgia.

As soon as he returned to the class base, the sports committee caught him: "Where did you go, go and get ready, the 100-meter sprint is coming soon, come on!"

Song Zhaolan followed several other contestants in the class to register their numbers, and was stunned the whole time. This feeling was too strange.

"Boss Song, I'm here!" Geng Yiming suddenly patted him from behind, greeted him cordially, raised his face, and said harshly, "I can tell you in advance that there are no brothers in the field, and I will wait for you later." I won't let it go easily. Now is the time to test my true strength, and I will defeat you."

"Oh, I understand." After Song Zhaolan received the number, he bumped into Yu Tingfeng who was coming. When the two approached, he asked in a low voice, "Are you also participating in the 100-meter race?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingfeng looked relaxed, with his hands in his pockets, looking in a good mood, "Let's eat together when we have time..."

"I won't let you go." Song Zhaolan said suddenly.

Yu Tingfeng's voice stopped abruptly, and he was taken aback for a moment: "What did you say?"

Song Zhaolan straightened his face and said harshly: "There are no brothers in the competition, just wait until you lose to me."

Inexplicably provoked, Yu Tingfeng, who was still happy for the easing of the relationship between the two, was also stimulated now. He smiled coldly and raised a little finger: "Only you? You are this."

Song Zhaolan pursed his lips, and suddenly picked up a piece of plastic grass from the lawn: "Then this is you."

Yu Tingfeng was in a hurry, and violently pulled another shorter grass: "You are this!"

Song Zhaolan directly pulled a hair from his head: "Then you are this."

"Hey, those two classmates, don't fight!" The physical education teacher in the distance blew his whistle to maintain discipline.

The students around heard it and looked over one after another. They were all shocked when they saw the scene where the two were so angry that they started to pull out their hair.

"People from Class A and Class F are fighting!"

"Oh my god, the two high-level grasses are actually fighting directly! Come and place a bet to see who wins!"

"Why do I think these are two school tyrants? I heard that Song Zhaolan fought very hard, and directly subdued Geng Yiming and his group, and even dared to fight with the **** in class F. It's really awesome!"

"Damn class F, don't bully our deputy class leader!"

"Song Zhaolan get out of the way, don't get close to people who defile our class F, we don't know how to study, you just give up on it!"

The people in the two classes even scolded each other directly on the base ground, especially the pros and cons, wishing they could rush over and start fighting, so that the other party would know what strength is.

But they dare not act rashly now.

Because many referees have guns in their hands!

The contestants stood on the starting line, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng looked at each other, their eyes were full of confidence and provocation, and their desire to win was aroused.

"preparation-"

Song Zhaolan took a ready posture, this is also the rule he has learned in the past few days, he is very sure that he will be able to beat Yu Tingfeng in running.

However, things backfired. He learned the various rules of the game, but he never imagined that the password at the beginning was not "three, two, one!"

Instead guns/sounds.

There was a violent "bang", which made him tremble on the spot. After the fright, he looked at the referee blankly, and the referee also looked blankly at him.

The four eyes met, the two cut off the shouts and calls around them, and looked at each other from a distance, as if they were acting in a third-rate idol drama.

At this time, the referee waved at him and Xue Canming who was in the row with him, and shouted affectionately: "What are you looking at! If you don't run, you will reach the finish line!"

Song Zhaolan looked away from the gun in his hand, and then the horn of victory sounded in front of him, and Yu Tingfeng rushed to the finish line like a wild horse that had run away.

The people in Class F screamed excitedly, and shouted at Class A. Class A turned their heads away from them, and the sports committee hurried to the starting point to find Song Zhaolan and asked if they were feeling unwell.

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "I just didn't expect that man to shoot."

Xue Canming covered his ears in fear: "Yes, it's too scary, I thought they were here to arrest us."

Mao Hongxi: "I can't help but want to draw my sword."

Zhao Mingdeng: "Brother Mao, you don't have a sword now."

"Is now the time to talk about this!" The sports committee followed their fearful gazes, with a question mark on their heads, "If the referee doesn't open the starting pistol, how do you start?"

Song Zhaolan: "You never said this before."

"Then I don't have a gun to demonstrate to you!" The sports commissioner rubbed his head, "What should we do now, this starting gun is used in track races, so why don't you all stand where you are?"

At this time, Geng Yiming took a bronze medal, walked past them with great vigor, and said to them: "Boss Song, why didn't you run away just now? Come, let me show you the bronze medal."

Xue Canming took it, and saw Yu Tingfeng, Sun Yicheng and others approaching ostentatiously, and even shook the gold medal in their hands, whistling.

Xue Canming clenched his fists in anger, and looked at them through gritted teeth.

"Ah, my medal!" Geng Yiming hurriedly slapped his hand away, took out a crumbling medal, and held it in his palm with distress.

Seeing this, Yu Tingfeng laughed.

"Why are you laughing, I will definitely beat you to get the gold medal later!" Geng Yiming cast his anger on Yu Tingfeng.

"It's just you?" Yu Tingfeng smiled and raised his little finger, "You are the one."

Geng Yiming: "..."

Take a deep breath, if you want to compare this with him, you will lose, a crushing defeat!

 …

high jump competition.

Seeing Song Zhaolan and the others coming again, Geng Yiming said, "Boss Song, watch carefully and see how I defeat Yu Tingfeng!"

"Okay." Song Zhaolan responded.

"Heh." Yu Tingfeng stood in line behind them, "Song Zhaolan, you don't really believe in the strength of this little thing, do you?"

"You can't underestimate others." Song Zhaolan said, just like before, he overestimated his own strength, and ended up falling into the rules several times.

Seeing his solemn expression, Yu Tingfeng glanced at the triumphant Geng Yiming again, and said indifferently: "Really? Then I will make him never win the medal again."

"Not too possible."

"why?!"

"Because of the shot put you and he participated in, there were only three people participating." Song Zhaolan analyzed rationally.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Sun Yicheng whispered in the leader's ear: "It seems that he has deliberately studied your movements, Boss! Your heart is really dirty!"

For some reason, after he finished speaking, he actually felt that the leader's mood was a little better, so strange!

Geng Yiming is very confident in the high jump, and his skills in sneaking over the wall to surf the Internet are still very high.

After the official competition, he jumped several poles with a very relaxed mind, until the height became higher and higher, and the distance of his run-up was getting farther and farther, and he began to struggle.

When he turned his head to look for Song Zhaolan, he saw that the other party was still comparing little fingers with Yu Tingfeng.

Geng Yiming: "..." How childish you are! After all, I lost, a crushing defeat!

Song Zhaolan walked over in two or three steps, leaped easily, and then rushed towards Yu Tingfeng who was next.

Yu Tingfeng jumped over lightly, and caught up with him to give him a little finger.

Geng Yiming: "..."

Just ask me, compared with them, where is the difference? Oh, what's missing is a childlike innocence, hehehehe.

And why can they be so easy? Isn't it difficult at all?

Geng Yiming also imitated their way of strolling in the courtyard, walked to the railing, jumped up, his neck got stuck on the rail, and they fell onto the mat together.

"..."

Geng Yiming crawled on the ground twice, trying to see if there was any seam in the ground.

And those two broke the record of the school sports meeting, and before the winner was decided, more and more people paid attention.

The people in the two classes shouted for them crazily, Song Zhaolan didn't know what to think of, and said to Yu Tingfeng: "What to do with Liu Zhuichui's clothes? Have you returned them to the person in charge?"

"Clothes? What clothes?"

"Just the one with the exposed shoulders."

"..." Yu Tingfeng said, "No, she tore her clothes and lost money to the school, now it's her own."

Song Zhaolan nodded, it seemed that he couldn't borrow the clothes from the person in charge, and Liu Zhuizhui would definitely not give them the clothes.

Yu Tingfeng frowned: "Why, do you like her clothes?"

Song Zhaolan: "Rather than saying I like it, it's better to say I want it."

"..." Yu Tingfeng said, "You are perverted."

Song Zhaolan: "Why?"

Yu Tingfeng: "What's the difference between you and those perverts who want plain/silk/socks?"

"Original/flavored silk/socks?" Song Zhaolan was puzzled, "What is the original flavor?"

Yu Tingfeng was so depressed that he didn't pay attention to the height of the pole at all, and brought the pole down with his instep, a fiasco.

Song Zhaolan returned home with the first gold medal in Class A, and was warmly welcomed by the students, and other students who had competitions were also encouraged.

Next is the women's event. Everyone is enthusiastic and put down the books in their hands one after another to cheer for the contestants.

Yu Xiaohui also applied for many projects. Apart from a few regular friends, there were also some male students, and male students from other classes went to help her out.

Yu Xiaohui walked to the entrance of the playground and happened to meet Liu Zhuizhui.

There are also many fans behind Liu Zhuizhui, this is really a narrow road.

Liu Zhuizhui raised her proud head, someone brought her water immediately, she took it gracefully and sexy, with her red lips slightly parted, she sucked the mouth of the bottle.

"That female classmate, don't block the road here." The physical education teacher urged.

"Oh." Liu Zhuizhui almost choked, twisted the bottle and went back. Seeing Yu Xiaohui walked in first, he twisted his waist and went in to report.

Song Zhaolan's eyes stayed on Liu Zhuizhui for a moment, and when he turned around, he found that Yu Tingfeng seemed to be looking at him, but he looked away in an instant, and he didn't know if it was just an illusion.

Song Zhaolan and Chen Yuting said: "I have inquired for you, Liu Zhuizhui's clothes have been bought from the person in charge, we can't borrow them anymore."

Chen Yuting regretted: "What a pity, what a beautiful dress."

The two were discussing where to buy a new dress, and suddenly a shout burst out from beside them: "Liu Zhui chase! Yu Xiaohui rushes!!"

Chen Yuting looked over, walked over with a smile, and pressed Zhang Wei's shoulder: "Oh, what a coincidence."

Zhang Wei's body went numb, and his whole body was backing away: "What are you doing, let me go! Don't touch me, I'm not clean anymore!"

Chen Yuting pinched his face: "Have you forgotten who I am so quickly? Who said they want to get me?"

Sun Yicheng and Guardian You, who were nearby, looked at Zhang Wei in horror after hearing it.

Sun Yicheng: "You have such a strong taste, so perverted."

The right protector: "The old man has calculated, the gender of you two may not be suitable."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Wei quickly pouted and denied it to his classmates.

Sun Yicheng: "No wonder you are clinging to our boss every day, it turns out that you are good at it! Pooh, stop **** toads/toads from eating swan meat!"

Who wants to eat the boss's swan meat! No, I don't like this at all!

Zhang Wei wanted to speak, but his face was pinched tightly: "Ummmmmm..."

Sun Yicheng asked, "What did you say?"

Song Zhaolan: "He said he's not a toad/toad."

Zhang Wei: "..." It's not...well, that's right.

"Oh." Sun Yicheng nodded, then turned his head abruptly, and widened his eyes at Song Zhaolan, "It's none of your business, did I ask you something?"

"Yuting, let go." Song Zhaolan ordered.

Only then did Chen Yuting stop teasing, walked to the outside of the railing of the 100-meter race, and joined Xue Canming and the others.

Song Zhaolan arrived shortly thereafter, looked at the situation inside, and asked, "Does she know about the starting gun?"

"I know, we have already told her." Xue Canming waved his hand, and waved to Yu Xiaohui after the report.

Yu Xiaohui stopped at the starting point, nodded to them, then took out a rubber band, lifted her long hair and tied it into a high ponytail.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Zhang Wei, you traitor, you actually cheered for the girls in class A." The person in class F blamed.

Zhang Wei had no choice but to sneak to Song Zhaolan's side, wishing to draw a banner for the goddess, but unfortunately the goddess didn't even look at him. He stomped his foot in frustration, accidentally stepping on someone else.

"Oh my god, who is it!" The person beside him put down the book in front of him, showing Geng Yiming's frightening face.

The two looked at each other, became vigilant at the same time, and said in unison: "Who are you looking at?"

Guessing the result almost immediately, the two gave each other a blank look at the same time.

Zhang Wei gloated and said, "You haven't been hurt by Yu Xiaohui yet?"

"It's a joke, how can a man say it hurts so easily. The harder she hits, the more she cares about me." Geng Yiming was not disturbed at all.

The two were bickering, and a group of boys suddenly appeared behind them, stretching their necks to look at the beauties on the field.

"Let me see where Liu Zhuichui is?"

"Yu Xiaohui looks better the more she looks at it, it's amazing."

The two people who were the center of the topic happened to be standing side by side at the starting point at this time, and their numbers were adjacent to each other.

Liu Zhuizhui raised his head proudly, and looked at Yu Xiaohui arrogantly: "I have admired your name for a long time, Master Yu."

"Thanks for the prize." Yu Xiaohui glanced at her blankly, "You have a hole in your trousers."

"You don't know, this is fashion. But how can a nun like you, who grew up in the deep mountains and old forests, understand fashion?" Liu Zhuizhui brushed back her long hair, and even on the sports field, she still wore her Da Bo, "To be honest, I really don't understand your fun, neither fashion nor men, don't you think it's boring?"

"Man, it will only affect the speed of my sword." Yu Xiaohui said seriously.

"Then I'm even more curious, what do you want most in this life?" Liu Zhui asked.

"boom-"

Yu Xiaohui: "Carry forward the Yushan School."

Liu Zhuizhui: "Oh, what a fool is talking about dreams."

Yu Xiaohui approached a few steps, looked her in the eyes, and said loudly: "You can insult my people, but you can't insult my dreams."

Liu Zhuizhui poked her chest with a finger, breathed in her ear, and said with a smile, "Daydreaming, where is your Yushan here?"

"Hey! The game is over, are you still running!" The referee walked over speechlessly, "Hurry up and run! Everyone is waiting for you!"

Yu Xiaohui and Liu Zhuizhui looked forward and found that the other contestants had already reached the finish line, and there were laughter all around.

Yu Xiaohui: "..."

Liu Zhuizhui: "..."

Xue Canming sighed: "She's not afraid of guns, but she doesn't take guns seriously either."

Zhang Wei: "Oh, Goddess looks so charming when she fouls!"

Geng Yiming: "Beauty talking to beautiful women is very seductive!"

Next is the women's high jump. The competition venue is on the other side of the playground, just below the base of Class F. The cheering audience also moved with the players, and Song Zhaolan and his party naturally also passed by.

The sports committee emphasized the various rules with Yu Xiaohui again through the iron net, while Song Zhaolan took another look at Liu Zhuizhui's ripped pants.

Liu Zhuizhui drank a few sips of water, saw Yu Tingfeng hooking his fingers outside, walked to the iron net and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yu Tingfeng said: "Go back and burn all your tattered clothes."

"why?!"

"Ugly."

Liu Zhuizhui was surprised: "Is it really ugly? But this is fashion."

"It's really ugly." Yu Tingfeng pointed to a well-dressed middle-aged female teacher and said, "That kind of clothes look good."

Liu Zhuizhui: "...I know why you don't like me, your eyes are not normal! Hmph! I won't tell you, I'm going to the competition."

After the competition started, Yu Tingfeng looked back at the excited students. No one paid attention to him. He moved to Song Zhaolan's side calmly and asked nonchalantly, "Are you not angry about Geng Yiming last time?"

Song Zhaolan was stunned for a moment before he understood what he was talking about, and replied, "Angry."

Yu Tingfeng was dumbfounded, and after a while, he asked again: "You still want to be friends with me when you're angry?"

"I was angry because you said directly that you were not worthy of being friends." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that he was indeed too impatient and said angry words.

He pursed his lips, trying to restrain the smile on his lips: "So you will still be my friend?"

Song Zhaolan turned to look at him, but Yu Tingfeng was a little hot, so he took off his coat casually.

"Um."

Hearing the other party's reply, Yu Tingfeng paused, then put his clothes on his shoulders smartly, and took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket: "Here you are."

"I don't want to eat this." Song Zhaolan refused, "I can't get full."

"I like to eat or not." Yu Tingfeng poured two pills by himself, chewed for a while, glanced at him from time to time, and then, as if by magic, he took out a piece of red bean cake from his pocket, "This is for you." don't want?"

Song Zhaolan turned his head to look, and took it almost without hesitation.

The two happily ate, but something went wrong on the field. Because Liu Zhuizhui was wearing ripped pants to go high jump, the opening of the hole was accidentally pulled too big, and he was distracted while jumping and fell on the mat.

The onlookers immediately became nervous and worried, especially the boys, wishing they could rush in and hug her up.

Liu Zhuizhui is very capable of being a witch, even if she falls, she will roll sexyly on the mat immediately, then prop up her upper body softly, and look down at the big hole in her trousers.

She didn't take it seriously, and was about to stand up, when a piece of clothing flew onto her body, just covering her pants.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zhuizhui raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaohui who was standing beside him.

"Women, don't show your body in front of other men at will." Yu Xiaohui said expressionlessly.

Ji Xiuyuan, who also participated in the competition, snickered aside, where did Yu Xiaohui learn the lines of the boss! It can't be inborn, right?

Liu Zhuizhui took the clothes and stood up, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Do you still remember, I am a witch."

"That's a girl too, and girls should cherish themselves." Yu Xiaohui said.

Liu Zhuizhui was startled.

The author has something to say:

Yu Xiaohui: The demon girl should also protect herself when she is outside.

Liu Zhuizhui: "."

Yu Xiaohui: The leader must also protect himself when he is outside.

Song Zhaolan: "."

Yu Xiaohui: The devil is out, draw your sword!

Yu Tingfeng: "."