Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 82

The opening performance mobilized the atmosphere of the audience very well, and the atmosphere immediately heated up, and they began to look forward to the following performances.

The backstage also became excited, and when Song Zhaolan and the others stepped off the stage, they couldn't help crowding around to talk about their experience while watching.

The head of the organization department hurriedly maintained order and notified the players who were going to play next.

Ji Xiuyuan fished Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng out from the crowd: "I don't have time to chat with them, hurry up and change clothes, and get ready for the show."

Before Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng could have a good chat, they were pressed on the chairs and sat on the left and right for poses.

As soon as Song Zhaolan turned his head to one side, the make-up artist held his head down: "Don't move around."

Yu Tingfeng couldn't help but look over, his head was also turned back: "Don't move, you have to wear a hood."

Backstage people came and went, calling for friends, performers followed each other, but the two in the corner were so quiet.

The makeup artist took out a mirror and handed it to Yu Tingfeng: "How about taking a look?"

Yu Tingfeng picked up the mirror and looked at the people next to him.

"Oh, I'm not looking at other people, I'm talking about yourself." The makeup artist said.

Song Zhaolan's eyes slanted, and he met his gaze in the mirror, and the end of his eyes curved.

Only then did Yu Tingfeng put away the mirror in satisfaction: "Well, it looks pretty good."

Song Zhaolan's makeup doesn't need to be changed too much, unlike Yu Tingfeng who still has three green camouflage lines on his face, which needs to be removed before applying new makeup. After finishing the styling first, he took the clothes and went to the dressing room.

The dressing room is in the sports equipment room under the rostrum. It is a temporary empty room with a lot of clothes piled up inside. He walked in and was about to close the door when he blocked the door with one hand, and then Yu Tingfeng slipped in. came in.

Song Zhaolan raised his eyes: "I haven't finished changing yet."

"Save time, let's change together." Yu Tingfeng said, already taking off his coat.

Song Zhaolan didn't waste any more time. After taking off her coat, she put it on directly, but the lace of the shirt inside was always squeezed out of the neckline.

"Is there a way to prevent it from coming out?" Song Zhaolan pressed it in, but it would be exposed again by accident.

Yu Tingfeng: "Yes."

Song Zhaolan: "What way."

Yu Tingfeng: "Take it off."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"Just kidding, wait for me." Yu Tingfeng ran out without saying a word.

Song Zhaolan continued to put on his pants, and not long after, Yu Tingfeng came back with a few pins in his hand: "Come here."

In the small house, the lights were not very bright, Song Zhaolan raised his chin, his eyelashes trembled, and he had to focus on Yu Tingfeng's serious and focused face.

Yu Tingfeng carefully clamped the fancy lace collar into the neckline with a pin, and his fingers touched the other party's neck from time to time.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng exhaled a breath, and finally finished, but his fingers paused, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by his Adam's apple, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. He slowly raised his eyes and touched the other party's sight.

As long as he lowered his head a little, Song Zhaolan's lips could be bumped into each other.

Yu Tingfeng raised one hand and stroked his Adam's apple: "It's moving again."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"Do you want to kiss me?" Yu Tingfeng asked in a low voice.

Song Zhaolan: "..."

The two breathed closer and closer, and the stale smell in the air seemed to disappear, leaving only the gradually clear and heavy breathing.

The noses of the two accidentally touched, Song Zhaolan subconsciously grabbed his clothes and closed his eyes.

"Is there anyone else inside? Hurry up, we still have to change!" Suddenly someone knocked on the door outside.

Song Zhaolan opened his eyes suddenly, blinked, and after regaining his senses, pushed Yu Tingfeng away, picked up his clothes and opened the door, there were about ten people standing outside at some point.

Song Zhaolan stared at their faces for a while, and those people also looked at them dumbfounded: "Come out quickly after changing, what are you doing blocking the door, hurry up, we have to hurry up."

Song Zhaolan saw that they looked normal and didn't seem to have heard anything, so they left first.

The group of people was about to drill into the room, and suddenly, they backed away slowly.

"Yu Tingfeng, you, you are here? Have you changed?"

"Why, why did they both change together?"

"Because both of them will have a show later, you stupid."

"Why does Yu Tingfeng look so stinky?"

"Nonsense, if he changes with Song Zhaolan, can he not look bad? It's not bad if he doesn't fight!"

A group of people muttered, Yu Tingfeng gave them a hard look, and then left quickly.

Almost, almost! hateful!

Yu Tingfeng went backstage unhappily, and didn't see where Song Zhaolan was for a while. He found a corner, squatted on the steps, recollecting what happened just now, the expression on his face gradually softened, and he suddenly let out a laugh, and then laughed. His face turned red.

The person next to him: "...what are you doing?"

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and looked, startled: "Who are you?"

Liu Zhuizhui stood up and posed a girl invincible pose: "I am a beautiful girl in a navy uniform of love and justice ~ Shui Bingyue! I will destroy you on behalf of the moon!"

Yu Tingfeng covered his face, he couldn't see it: "You are the one who is the incarnation of justice? A beautiful girl in navy uniform? I think you are at best a navy."

"I'm so angry, I want to destroy you!" Liu Zhuizhui grabbed his braid and was about to hit him.

Yu Tingfeng quickly covered the headgear: "Don't move, this is a wig!"

"It's not a wig, it's Gui." A person walked by.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look, and saw Zhang Wei wearing a kimono, waist-length hair and bangs, Nahan asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wei cupped his hands in his sleeves, and said with style: "Gui Taro, how obvious! It's a pity, I wanted to cosplay Yinshi."

Yu Tingfeng: "I don't understand."

"Come on, all the catwalkers hurry up and gather in front, they are about to appear on the stage." Ji Xiuyuan shouted.

Yu Tingfeng walked to the front, looked around, and suspected that he had joined some kind of demon organization.

At the time of the rehearsal, it was quite simple, just put your hands in your trouser pockets, or take some props, and walk around the stage. He didn't expect that it would be such a terrifying scene in actual combat.

Strange shapes, various shapes, and many varieties, profoundly demonstrate what is called species diversity, even scissorhands, centaurs, and Avatars have appeared.

Ji Xiuyuan counted the number of people: "Where is Song Zhaolan?"

"Here we come." Song Zhaolan walked in from the outside.

Yu Tingfeng looked in the direction of the door, but the person diagonally in front suddenly turned his head, dressed like a clown, his mouth was red like blood, his face was white like a wall, he was almost scared to swear on the spot.

Yu Tingfeng screamed and covered his little heart.

Compared with this group of demons and ghosts, their Demon Cult has suffered a crushing defeat.

The whole team, including him and Song Zhaolan, were more normal. They were dressed in ancient costumes, just for the convenience of the last performance, so they didn't need to change clothes.

Everyone came to the two sides of the stage and stood up according to the rehearsal formation. Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng stood on the last two sides of the line.

The dynamic music sounded, the people in front walked onto the stage, and the cosplay stage show aroused the carnival of the students, sweeping away the exhausted mood at once. Every time a character appears, the people below will yell the name of the character crazily and make all kinds of strange noises.

Yu Tingfeng: I don’t understand, but I’m shocked.jpg

The number of people in front gradually decreased, and finally it was his turn. He walked onto the stage with a bamboo hat in his hand, and Song Zhaolan also stood up from the other side, holding a scabbard.

The two looked at each other, and then walked forward together.

The director frantically reminded from the audience: "Yu Tingfeng, don't look to the side, look to the front, look to the front!"

However, the cheers of the students had already covered her voice. Looking at these two original ancient style characters, they were so eye-catching that even the boys couldn't recognize them and whistled.

The two walked to the front of the stage and looked at each other with straight eyes.

"Damn it! I feel the tension!"

"There is still play in the eyes, let's fight!"

"I thought it was two Piao Piao sons, but I didn't expect it was a pair of knights?"

"Ahhhhh! I love watching this!"

"My cp heart is ready to move!"

"Calm down, they don't have a good relationship, and if they knock, they will only be!"

"You don't understand the aesthetics of be! And the enemy is so easy to knock, woo woo, the **** of learning and the school bully are simply invincible!"

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng passed by and went back from the direction the other party came from. At this moment, Yu Tingfeng suddenly threw the bamboo hat in his hand. Song Zhaolan looked forward, raised his hand, and caught the bamboo hat with the scabbard in his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This scene is too sassy!"

"Song Zhaolan's action really touched my heart!"

"Help, is Xueba so strong in private?"

"Didn't you watch his sports meeting? He is super athletic and has great abs!"

"Love love love!"

In the end, the models came to the stage to thank each other, posing for each other. Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng were right in the middle of the line according to their positions.

Song Zhaolan handed over the bamboo hat, and when Yu Tingfeng took it, he secretly hooked his little finger with his fingers, curled his mouth, and smiled at the audience.

"Gah, I'm sorry Song Zhaolan, I'll love Yu Tingfeng for a second first."

"Today's Yu Tingfeng seems really different from usual."

"What should I do? My palms and backs are full of flesh. Who should I choose?"

"Wake up, they are mine."

After leaving the stage one after another, Liu Zhui chased Zhang Wei and others to hurry up and change their costumes to prepare for the final performance.

However, Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng didn't need to prepare for the styling anymore. They were called away by the staff when they stepped off the stage.

The director asked Yu Tingfeng to call back his brothers who didn't know where to go. Ji Xiuyuan dragged Song Zhaolan to discuss the issue of props after the event. Liu Yun came over suddenly: "You seem to be very busy."

"Senior." Ji Xiuyuan called out obediently, "Thank you for today."

The enthusiasm of the audience continued to rise tonight. In addition to the two big cross-class performances, there were also surprise guests from the third year of high school who appeared in the performances of each class.

Most of these guests were once famous figures on campus and had many followers. It was a pleasant surprise to see them appear.

Class A had a relatively simple chorus, and Liu Yun also joined in and led the singing with Ji Xiuyuan, which won a lot of applause.

"Thank you for your hard work." Song Zhaolan said.

"You're welcome, remember to tell the camera to cut me handsome." Liu Yundao smiled, "Go ahead, I'm leaving."

"Aren't you going to stay and watch the show? There are still many shows to come." Song Zhaolan said.

Liu Yun glanced at Ji Xiuyuan, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Don't watch, someone is waiting for me."

Song Zhaolan understood and nodded: "Go, remember not to climb over the wall to go out to play, or I will remember your name."

"You kid." Liu Yun laughed out loud, "Is that how you treat seniors?"

"Before discipline, everyone is equal." Song Zhaolan said straightforwardly.

Ji Xiuyuan covered her mouth and laughed.

After Liu Yun left, Song Zhaolan went to check the preparations in the backstage, checked around to make sure that nothing would go wrong, then walked to the door, saw Sun Yicheng and others walking in one by one, Yu Tingfeng followed behind Monitor them.

"I'm doing business, why are you running out to play?"

Sun Yicheng said: "Let's just watch the show, our class is doing a sketch, why don't we join in the show?"

"Then why don't you tell the person in charge first? It made everyone look everywhere."

"We want to tell you, aren't you on stage?"

"Then tell the person in charge."

"You are our boss."

"Special envoys are treated specially. Your boss is just someone else's younger brother now. Give me some understanding."

"Who are you little brother?" Sun Yicheng was ten thousand dissatisfied.

Yu Tingfeng was about to speak, when he saw Song Zhaolan walking over, he pointed casually: "Here, the president's younger brother."

The demon cultist: "..." It's too miserable, too miserable.

"Yu Tingfeng, come here, the organization has something to tell you." Song Zhaolan said.

"Received!" Yu Tingfeng waved to his subordinates solemnly, then turned to look for Song Zhaolan.

After a while, Ji Xiuyuan looked around for Song Zhaolan, and asked Sun Yicheng, "Have you seen Song Zhaolan?"

"They went out." Sun Yicheng said with a pursed mouth.

"Where did you go after all this?" Ji Xiuyuan muttered, and continued to search, and Yu Xiaohui, who was still secretly practicing at the basketball court, asked again.

"Oh, they seem to have gone there." Yu Xiaohui pointed in the direction of the grove.

Ji Xiuyuan was full of question marks. When she came to the outside of the grove, she heard whispering voices inside. Not sure if it was them, she walked in lightly.

After a while, she saw two shadowy figures through the cracks in the woods. They didn't know what they were talking about, but they were very close.

She came closer and confirmed that the person in the white gown was Song Zhaolan. Just as she was about to call for someone, she saw Song Zhaolan suddenly grabbing the hand of the person next to her.

She stopped the car abruptly, covered her mouth in surprise, turned and hid behind the tree.

"What are you doing?" Yu Tingfeng looked at the hands of the two amusedly, "You took the initiative to hold them."

Song Zhaolan took his hand and looked at it repeatedly: "Let me see what's wrong, which made you dishonest all night."

Yu Tingfeng: "Who is dishonest?"

"Then why are you scratching my palm and hooking my fingers? Are you scraping the bone to cure the poison?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"..." Yu Tingfeng looked at the hands held together by the two, smiled, and covered his other hand, rubbing his hand, "Is it warm?"

"Um."

The two looked at each other through the faint light, Yu Tingfeng pulled him closer, smiled in a low voice, and whispered in his ear: "There is someone behind the tree."

"I know." Song Zhaolan replied.

"Shall I solve it?" Yu Tingfeng moved his wrist.

"No need." Song Zhaolan pulled him back, "You go back first, I'll take care of it."

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng squeezed his palm, turned and left.

Ji Xiuyuan's eyes widened, and Yu Tingfeng suddenly passed by her, startling her, and she couldn't control it, and cried out "ah".

Yu Tingfeng glanced at her, seeing that she was Song Zhaolan's friend, he didn't care about the crime of disturbing good things with her.

Really, after holding hands with great difficulty, it was destroyed just like that.

Ji Xiuyuan thought that Yu Tingfeng would repair herself, but who would have thought that he would leave on his own as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Song Zhaolan came out: "Let's go."

"Ah? Oh, good." Ji Xiuyuan froze for a moment, then followed his footsteps in a daze, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

However, the other party didn't move at all, and didn't ask her if she saw anything, which made her feel awkward instead.

"That... the classmate in class F who wrote you the love letter... is he?" Ji Xiuyuan muttered.

"Yes." Song Zhaolan stopped and looked back at her.

Ji Xiuyuan subconsciously covered her eyes: "I didn't see anything!"

"Sorry, I broke my promise."

Ji Xiuyuan quietly showed a little slit, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Everyone is equal before discipline, but I still want you not to report me."

"what?"

"I violated discipline, puppy love."

Even though he already had the answer in his heart, it was inevitable that he would be shocked to hear him tell the truth.

After a while, Ji Xiuyuan put down her hands, looked directly at him and said, "You are my good friend. Since I met you and your friends, this is the happiest life I have ever lived. I seem to be saying thank you to you all the time, but I always feel that It’s better to say more than to do more. So this time, let me protect you.”

Song Zhaolan was stunned for a while, then said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Hey, let's stop thanking you all the time." Ji Xiuyuan waved her hand and smiled broadly.

Half a minute later, Ji Xiuyuan looked around and asked in a low voice, "Then what, so how did you two get together?"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"Which one of you will be tempted first?"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"Which one of you is attacking and who is receiving?"

Song Zhaolan: "..."