Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 77

The wind on the roof was a bit strong, and the hem of their clothes was blown up.

After a long time, Yu Tingfeng pressed his hair and bumped his knee with his knee: "Then do you understand what I mean?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

Yu Tingfeng's eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "So where's your answer?"

Song Zhaolan stood up with her knees supported, and moved her ankles: "Aren't you tired?"

"If you don't give the answer, I won't get up." Yu Tingfeng said with backbone.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, followed by the violent voice of the director: "Are you sure Yu Tingfeng is here?"

"I'm sure, everyone witnessed him dragging our deputy squad leader up there!" Xue Canming said.

Yu Tingfeng ground his teeth, this brat really went to file a complaint.

"Yu Tingfeng, come out!" The director took out the key and opened the door, "I told you to write a self-criticism and come here to bully other students. You are very kind, and I will ask your parents to come to the school tomorrow !"

"Why are you screaming again?" Yu Tingfeng stood up abruptly, and ran away, "I didn't scream, and I stopped people from doing business. If my family goes bankrupt, it's all your fault."

"Hey, you brat, stop here!" The master turned his short and fat body to chase him.

Xue Canming ran to the rooftop: "President, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Song Zhaolan gave him a meaningful look: "Your reaction was timely."

"That's right, I've learned how to be clever, so I don't have to confront him head-on, and it's easier to go directly to the director." Xue Canming said triumphantly.

The dean's loud shouts sounded outside the teaching building, Song Zhaolan turned to look downstairs, Yu Tingfeng disappeared as quickly as a monkey, the poor dean was panting after him, and had to spend half his energy swearing at people.

In the corridors of every floor, there were people sticking their heads out, cheering for Yu Tingfeng.

"What does Yu Tingfeng want from you?" Xue Canming was thinking about Yu Tingfeng's fierce appearance when he was standing at the door of the class just now, but now that Song Zhaolan was unharmed, he couldn't understand what happened.

"It's nothing, just ask me some questions." Song Zhaolan smiled, "Let's go back to the classroom."

Back in the classroom, many students sent greetings of love. After Song Zhaolan repeatedly said that Yu Tingfeng was only here to ask questions, the students were even more surprised.

Ji Xiuyuan looked back at Song Zhaolan, recalling that Yu Tingfeng had sneaked up in Class A in the afternoon, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, covered her book, and asked in a low voice, "You and Yu Tingfeng are... "

Song Zhaolan looked up at her.

"Did you fight?"

"..."

"You defeated him in the afternoon, so I just came here to seek revenge on you, but you don't remember the villain's fault, let him go, and helped him cover it up." Ji Xiuyuan guessed and convinced herself, "Well, it must be so."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

But not long after, Ji Xiuyuan had a new guess!

After the evening self-study, she stayed in the classroom for a while, and when she went downstairs, she met a group of Class F who had just finished writing the review.

As soon as Liu Zhuizhui saw her, he immediately grabbed her and walked with her.

Ji Xiuyuan looked at the boys around her, a little bit envious of Liu Zhuichui's princess-like treatment, and a little bit admiring her courage.

"You came just in time, and I'm going to look for you." Liu Zhuizhui said, "Sit in front of Song Zhaolan and help me observe what he usually does."

As soon as he finished speaking, several eyes fell on Liu Zhuizhui at the same time.

"I want to chase him." Liu Zhuizhui clenched his fist confidently, "Let Yu Xiaohui bow down to me."

Ji Xiuyuan didn't understand what this had to do with Yu Xiaohui, but...Yu Li...

"What did you say you want to do?" Yu Tingfeng interrupted suddenly.

"Chasing him, since Tang Yuan can be with Lou Ziying, why can't I be with Song Zhaolan?" Liu chased.

Ji Xiuyuan nodded: It is reasonable and well-founded, but...Lou Ziying is actually with Tang Yuan from class F? Who is Tang Yuan? What a big mouthful of melon!

Yu Tingfeng had an angry look on his face: "If you give me up on this idea, he won't like you."

"Why, it's like this every time, why do you always look down on me?" Liu Zhuizhui said angrily.

"Come here." Yu Tingfeng grabbed her and walked towards a corner where there were few people.

Ji Xiuyuan worried: "Are they going to be okay?"

Tu Minghua shook his head: "Don't worry, it's just commonplace. After all, the boss still prefers her to us stinky guys."

Ji Xiuyuan: ...Shocked! Another big melon!

Could it be that this is a love triangle? Yu Tingfeng likes Liu Zhuizhui, Liu Zhuizhui likes Song Zhaolan, and the letter that Song Zhaolan has been reading over and over again should be written by Liu Zhuizhui, so Yu Tingfeng came to trouble Song Zhaolan again and again?

No, she has to help a friend.

In that room, Yu Tingfeng was about to tell the truth to Liu Zhuizhui, when Ji Xiuyuan ran over from a distance and shouted, "Zhuizhui, I support you! I think you have a good chance!"

Yu Tingfeng was startled, Liu Zhuizhui immediately smiled and said, "Really? Is there a chance?"

"Yes." Ji Xiuyuan ran in front of them, pulled Liu Zhuizhui and ran away, "Don't be threatened by violent power, you have to decide your own affairs."

"You're right!" Liu Zhuizhui turned around and made a face at Yu Tingfeng, "Slightly slightly."

Yu Tingfeng chased after him, but his target was not Liu Zhuizhui, but he asked, "What do you mean when you say she has a chance?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. Song Zhaolan kept staring at a letter. Did you give it to me?" Ji Xiuyuan asked.

Liu Zhuizhui's face froze: "I didn't give it to you, but someone in our class wrote it! Who the **** is it!"

Ji Xiuyuan was also dumbfounded, did she guess wrong again?

Yu Tingfeng's expression softened, and he comforted him: "Forget it, you don't really like him, so why waste your time on him."

It makes sense for Liu Zhuizhui to think about it. Since Song Zhaolan already has someone she likes, she won't join in the fun, so as not to embarrass herself: "Then let me change my target. What do you think of Xue Canming?"

Yu Tingfeng was noncommittal, as long as it wasn't Song Zhaolan.

Ji Xiuyuan was dumbfounded when she heard that: ...Wait, is your love so casual? Vegetable prices are not as fast as you, sister!

However, if the person who wrote the letter wasn't even Liu Zhuizhui, who else in class F could be more beautiful and charming than Liu Zhuizhui?

Liu Zhuizhui obviously also thought of this question, and was very puzzled: "There are such talents in our class? Are they better at hooking men than me?"

The corner of Yu Tingfeng's mouth twitched, his dangerous and proud eyes were covered by the night.

The next day, Yu Tingfeng wanted to talk to Song Zhaolan in private many times, but the other party was too busy. In addition to the study, there is also the rehearsal for the art festival, and everyone has to use the lunch break to play against each other.

Yu Tingfeng was also notified to gather in the auditorium, and Qi Ran arranged for him a role—a tree.

"Who wants to act as a tree!" Yu Tingfeng threw away the green headgear in his hand, and said angrily, "Are you avenging yourself?"

"Don't make false accusations, it's because you insist on acting, that's why I managed to give you such a character that doesn't need to speak lines and is purely for face." Qi Ran plausibly said, "If you don't want to act, then don't act, I don't think so. Your tree is too tall."

The other actors covered their mouths and sniggered. Yu Tingfeng, who had suffered from English, couldn't take it anymore, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Song Zhaolan is here, come quickly, let's start the rehearsal." Qi Ran shouted towards the door.

Yu Tingfeng paused, and looked at Song Zhaolan who came in from the door. The two eyes met for a few seconds, and Song Zhaolan was pulled to check the lines.

Yu Tingfeng backed away calmly, Qi Ran saw this and asked, "Aren't you going to leave? Why are you back again?"

"Who said I'm leaving? I just want to go to the bathroom." Yu Tingfeng said proudly.

Everyone held their own scripts in their hands, only Yu Tingfeng kept his hands empty in his trouser pockets, staring at Song Zhaolan intently.

Fluent English was spoken from the other party's mouth, and the annoying words became pleasant. Yu Tingfeng was immersed in it, and when Song Zhaolan got stuck, he clapped his hands involuntarily.

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"Sorry, I'll do it again." Song Zhaolan said awkwardly.

Qi Ran turned his head sullenly and stopped: "Why are you booing here?"

"How can I boo?" Yu Tingfeng was clearly applauding his voice.

Continue to talk about the lines, but everyone found that Song Zhaolan was fluent at the beginning, and gradually became a little stuck and distracted. They looked at each other a few times, and someone cheered him up: "It's okay, you are reading the script for the first time, it's normal if you are not familiar with it." of."

Song Zhaolan sighed, and suddenly said: "Yu Tingfeng, if you're fine, go back."

Yu Tingfeng:? ?

"Why? I'm also an actor!" Yu Tingfeng was very self-cultivated as an actor at this time.

"I can't rehearse with peace of mind while you are here." Song Zhaolan said.

"Did you hear that? You go back first, and you'll be fine when you come back during the rehearsal." Qi Ran said.

Yu Tingfeng turned his eyes to look at Song Zhaolan, with a sense of fragmentation in his eyes, turned and left the auditorium, his back was a little lonely, and made others feel guilty.

Qi Ran couldn't help muttering: "My tone just now shouldn't be very aggressive, right? Will he be angry?"

"Hurry up and match your words." Song Zhaolan withdrew his gaze.

A student flipped through the script at the back, and suddenly laughed: "Help, there's a kissing scene, can you do it?"

Qi Ran blushed: "Why don't you borrow a seat?"

Song Zhaolan turned back, and before she could speak, a shout suddenly came from the door: "What kind of **** kiss scene, don't make it! Don't spoil other students!"

"Yu Tingfeng, why haven't you left yet?" A female classmate hurriedly went to close the door, but Yu Tingfeng was still shouting: "No kissing scenes are allowed! Ruin the atmosphere!"

Everyone: "..." Is he possessed by the director?

"Wait." Song Zhaolan walked to the door, took out two star candies and stuffed them into Yu Tingfeng's pocket when the female classmate turned around, and then stopped him from yelling, "Go back first."

Yu Tingfeng squeezed the candy: "Oh."

After the rehearsal, everyone packed up the props and left the auditorium one after another. Song Zhaolan walked last, and as soon as he went out, he saw Yu Tingfeng half leaning against the wall, staring at everyone who passed by with displeasure.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look over, and his expression softened instantly, which can be said to have changed his face.

Song Zhaolan stopped beside him, also leaning against the wall, standing straight with both legs, looking ahead.

"You just chased me away." It was a statement of the facts, but also inexplicably aggrieved, as if being coquettish.

"Um."

Yu Tingfeng watched his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and heard him say: "You keep staring at me, I can't calm down."

Yu Tingfeng was startled: "Then I still have some influence on you, right?"

"Um."

Yu stopped feeling happy.

The two walked towards the teaching building side by side, and Yu Tingfeng asked casually, "So what's your answer?"

Song Zhaolan raised his head, the sky was bright.

When I woke up in the morning, it was still cool and foggy.

"Guess for yourself."

Yu Tingfeng paused, looked at his gradually quickening pace, and laughed: "I guessed it."

Song Zhaolan turned around: "What did you guess?"

Yu Tingfeng took out a star candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, took out a small ball of paper, and held it in his palm: "Here is the answer, I have read it thousands of times."

Song Zhaolan's mind moved slightly, seeing his lips moving, as if guessing what he was going to do next, his ears were bloodshot quickly, and he walked towards him: "Don't read."

It's a pity that it was a step too late, Yu Tingfeng looked at the line of words painted on iron with silver hooks, and smiled knowingly: "Tingfeng shines on the mist, and the good scenery should live up to it."

"Stop!"

"Slightly slightly."

In the campus where people come and go, two figures pass by in a hurry, one laughs and jumps up to touch the leaves on the tree, while the other keeps chasing his footsteps, with a smile that cannot be hidden between his brows and eyes.