Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 74

Zhang Weibiao turned into a love mentor, and said with a deep expression: "Come on, brother, tell me about you and Song Zhaolan in detail, and I will give you a detailed analysis."

Yu Tingfeng omitted the grievances and grievances in his previous life, and directly picked up the key points: "He and I have already admitted to each other that we are each other's good brothers, but last time he was still looking forward to a new lover. According to the changes in the celestial phenomena that he has been looking forward to If not, Qi Ran might be his chosen lover."

Zhang Wei nodded, and suddenly frowned: "Qi Ran? Qi Ran is a girl, will Song Zhaolan choose her?"

"Because she is a girl, it is possible to choose her." Yu Tingfeng said, "What kind of stupid questions are you asking, the lover is of course a girl."

"Whoever says that a lover must be a girl... Wait, there seems to be something wrong." Zhang Wei shook his head and reorganized, "You said, you both admit that each other is your good brother?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Yes."

Zhang Wei: "Just a good brother?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Otherwise? Are you a good father and son?"

"..." Zhang Wei patted his forehead speechlessly, then raised both hands and made a mouth-to-mouth gesture, "The good brother you mentioned, isn't this kind of brother?"

Yu Tingfeng's pupils trembled: "Dirty! We wouldn't do such a thing!"

Zhang Wei: "......"

Yu Tingfeng asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Wei's eyes lost their luster: "I'm dead, the cp I knocked off was demolished by the owner..."

Yu Tingfeng: "What the hell?"

"Cub, you and Song Zhaolan are just brothers. Mom is very disappointed in you." Zhang Wei pretended to cry.

Yu Tingfeng: "What?"

Zhang Wei: "Father is very disappointed in you!"

"Whose father are you talking about?" Yu Tingfeng grabbed his collar.

"My father, you are my father!" Zhang Wei hurriedly begged for mercy.

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, turned around, and leaned against the wall as if discouraged, staring at the gloomy sky in a daze.

Zhang Wei sighed for a long time at the side, and said: "For a long time, you are not together yet, but I thought you two were in love long ago."

Love each other.

Love each other? !

Yu Tingfeng was startled, and looked at him suddenly: "What did you say?"

"Isn't it? You study for him, because he secretly befriends him without telling others, because he carries so many red bean cakes in his pocket every day, and because of him you eat Qi Ran's jealousy." Zhang Wei said slowly. , "We straight men are not like this. If my brother has a girl he likes, not only will I not be jealous, but I will also be his wingman."

Yu Tingfeng was confused: "Are you straight?"

"That's right." Zhang Wei looked at him speechlessly, "Although you look straight, I don't think you are straight."

"Where am I not straight?" Yu Tingfeng stood up straight, "Straight straight, not stooped at all."

"It's not straight! Do you really not understand or are you pretending?" Zhang Wei lowered his voice, "There is another word for straight, crooked. Some men are crooked, because they will like men."

Yu Tingfeng was struck by lightning.

When the class bell rang, Zhang Wei gave him a push: "Let's go, class is over."

"I'm not going." Yu Tingfeng slumped down and sat leaning against the wall.

"Then I'll ask you to take a leave of absence and say you have a stomachache." Zhang Wei was amazed, leaving him alone to think about it, "You'd better figure out what kind of relationship you and Song Zhaolan really have. Good brother, don't delay people picking up girls."

Yu Tingfeng sat blankly for a while, and suddenly thought of the kiss between Liu Yun and Wu Xun, so it wasn't just the close contact between good brothers? Rather they like each other? The way men like women?

What about him to Song Zhaolan?

A gust of wind blew over, accompanied by raindrops, hitting the roof, and it rained after a while.

Winter in the south is like this, there is no snow, only a shower, wet and cold.

A few drops of rain floated in from outside Wuyan and landed on his head.

Yu Tingfeng hugged his legs and curled up in the corner, the rain splashed in and wet his trousers and hair.

The impassioned voices of the teachers in class came from downstairs, but he was the only one on the entire rooftop, staying quietly.

He stared at the drops of water in front of him, and the bits and pieces from the time he met Song Zhaolan came to his mind, his body warmed up a little, and his heart felt warm.

Once a certain switch is turned on, it cannot be closed. The more I think about it, the more I feel that his feelings for Song Zhaolan are not ordinary friends.

He didn't have any weird possessiveness towards people like Sun Yicheng and Tu Minghua, let alone prepare snacks every day.

Song Zhaolan is a special existence.

After realizing this, the reason why I was always tossing and turning during this period of time was found.

So, when did you fall in love with Song Zhaolan?

He recalled it for a long time, thinking of every time Song Zhaolan ate quietly, thinking of when he was tutoring homework seriously, thinking of provocations in martial arts competitions, thinking of... the first time he met him in the Devil's Cult.

Yu Tingfeng was so engrossed in his thoughts that he seemed to hear the bell for the end of get out of class coming from far away.

The rain didn't decrease, but it got bigger and bigger, and the downstairs became lively, everyone was cursing this terrible weather.

Yu Tingfeng reached out and poked the uneven ground in front of him, and countless water droplets hit the back of his hand.

At this time, a pair of shoes appeared in front of him, and the rain above his head was covered by an umbrella.

He froze for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the person in a daze. After a while, I found my voice: "Why are you here?"

"Zhang Wei said you were here." Seeing that he was soaked all over, Song Zhaolan frowned imperceptibly, "What are you doing here? Did you quarrel with him?"

Yu Tingfeng shook his head.

Song Zhaolan helped him up: "Go back to the bedroom and change clothes."

Yu Tingfeng followed him downstairs, and when they reached the floor of Class A, many people saw them, especially Yu Tingfeng who was drenched like a drowned rat.

Lou Ziying said in shock: "President, what's wrong with Yu Tingfeng?"

Yu Xiaohui asked: "Did you beat him like this?"

Song Zhaolan didn't say the reason, but said, "I'll take him back to the dormitory first."

Qi Ran happened to come to Class A, and said, "What are you guys doing now? By the way, Song Zhaolan, when are you free, let's play against each other."

Yu Tingfeng looked up at her, and thought of Zhang Wei's words - if the brother has a girl he likes, he can be his wingman.

He can be a wingman for other brothers, except for Song Zhaolan.

With wet hands, he grabbed Song Zhaolan's arm: "It's cold."

"Let's go back to the dormitory first, Lou Ziying, and tell the teacher for me later." Song Zhaolan led Yu Tingfeng away without looking back.

On the rainy campus, no one stays there, just an umbrella on the road, two people, as if there are only two of them in the whole world.

Yu Tingfeng looked sideways, staring at his side face for a long time.

"Look at the road." Song Zhaolan looked straight ahead.

"...You don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

"People who practice martial arts should still be vigilant in this regard." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, as if he was holding someone else: "I got your clothes wet, don't you mind?"

Song Zhaolan looked down and said, "Hurry up."

After the two arrived at Yu Tingfeng's bedroom, Song Zhaolan stopped at the door, but Yu Tingfeng said, "They're not here, come in and wait, it's cold outside."

Song Zhaolan put the umbrella at the door, followed him in, subconsciously observed their bedroom, only one bed was clean and tidy.

You don't need to think about it to know that these subordinates organized it for Yu Tingfeng.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yu Tingfeng took off his clothes directly, exposing his naked upper body, and was wiping his body with a dry towel.

Song Zhaolan hurriedly looked away: "Can I go to the toilet to change?"

"They're all big men, what are you afraid of? Could it be that you have something in mind for me?" Yu Tingfeng smiled.

Song Zhaolan countered and said, "I'm afraid that your conduct is bad, and you want to use some kind of beauty trick to seduce me."

Yu Tingfeng laughed out loud, he was really guessed.

He walked around the dormitory with his bare upper body, and then rummaged through the suitcase to find clothes. From time to time, he used the curved angle to show off his muscle lines, and even when he was wearing clothes, he would flirt with his hair.

Unfortunately, when he went to see Song Zhaolan, he found that she was looking down at the homework on the table.

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Bai Xiu, isn't he?

"You did a good job on this question." Song Zhaolan pointed to the question and said, "You already know the mathematics in the third year of junior high school."

Yu Tingfeng: "Is there any reward?"

"No."

"..."

Song Zhaolan: "Have you changed it?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingfeng put on his coat, then took off his shoes and went to the toilet to flush his feet.

Hot water is limited in time and limited supply, and now only cold water can be used. He grinned at the water and heard Song Zhaolan standing at the door asking, "What are you and Zhang Wei doing on the rooftop?"

"Discuss."

"Speaking of raining a class on it?"

"yes."

"Is there something wrong with you..."

"Well, there's a secret."

"Oh."

Yu Tingfeng turned off the water, dried his feet, found a pair of socks and shoes, and after changing them all, he jumped on the spot and said energetically, "Okay...ah chirp."

Song Zhaolan: "Is this good?"

"What's going on, this body is not resistant at all, ah chirp!" Yu Tingfeng was also speechless.

"Let's go to the infirmary." Song Zhaolan walked to the door and was about to open it, when suddenly a pair of hands passed behind him, wrapped around his waist, and immediately fell into a wide embrace.

He glanced sideways, Yu Tingfeng buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "It's so cold, give me a hug."

Song Zhaolan's eyelashes trembled slightly, looking down at his tightly hugged big hands, his body could even feel Yu Tingfeng's fast heartbeat.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Yu Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, couldn't help showing a triumphant expression, and couldn't help but get up in a daze, hugged him and measured his waist with both hands: "It's quite thin."

"Don't push yourself too hard. I think you are a patient. I will bear with you." As soon as Song Zhaolan finished speaking, the hem of his clothes was suddenly lifted, and a hand came in and stuck to his stomach. The cold feeling made him subconsciously back away , The whole person retracted into Yu Tingfeng's arms.

"It's really embarrassing for you to throw yourself into your arms so actively." Yu Tingfeng chuckled lightly.

Song Zhaolan's ears were burning, and he said angrily, "Don't force me to do it."

"Why, you were able to keep warm on my body like this yesterday, but it's not my turn? You are so double-standard, good man Song." Yu Tingfeng said word by word, staring at his ear, wanting to bite him very much. .

Song Zhaolan broke free from his arms, turned to face him, and took out a red armband: "Yesterday was outside the school, today is in school, how dare you offend the student council president?"

Yu Tingfeng: "...you avenge yourself, ah chirp!"

Song Zhaolan: "Who told you not to be the president."

Yu Tingfeng spread his hands: "Then the president will come and bully me, I will never fight back, ah chirp chirp."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

After Yu Ting's excitement was over, he was so happy that he opened the cabinet and threw two pieces of cake from it: "Go on."

Song Zhaolan grabbed the red bean cake with quick eyes and hands.

"Bribe will grow up, so let me go this time?"

Song Zhaolan ate the cake, and lightly dropped a word: "Yes."

Yu Tingfeng opened the door, let him walk in front, and suddenly asked: "Is today a big change in the situation and a vision?"

Song Zhaolan paused: "Forget it."

Yu Tingfeng stared at his back, and asked in a low voice, "Then... have you found your lover?"