Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 9

Yu Tingfeng and his group walked to the classroom, and met Ma Jingyang who was going to the office on the way.

As soon as the other party saw them, they smiled and stretched out their hands: "Yu Tingfeng, hand over the phone to me."

Yu Tingfeng handed him the new phone impatiently, and then walked back with his own people.

The first subordinate couldn't help asking: "Boss, why are you so afraid of him?"

Yu Tingfeng: "You know shit."

Another subordinate: "If this was still in our Devil's Cult, he would have been put in the frying pan long ago."

Yu Tingfeng: "You know shit."

The short man: "If he asks you to hand it in, you can hand it in. Isn't it too embarrassing?"

Before Yu Tingfeng could answer, Ma Jingyang called out the short boy's name: "Sun Yicheng, hand in your mobile phone too. Your parents contacted me specially and confiscated your mobile phone during school."

Sun Yicheng was stunned for a moment, and in the eyes of his brothers watching the show, he silently took a few steps back, honestly handed over the phone, and then said stiffly: "It's not my fault, it's my current parents, who can play mixed doubles!"

Yu Tingfeng patted him on the shoulder: "It seems that they treated you badly, and fried your parents in a frying pan when they had time."

Sun Yicheng scratched his hands, and begged for mercy: "Forget it, they are quite honest, they treat me well, and ask about my health every day. They are afraid that I will not grow tall, so they force me to drink milk every day. By the way, have you ever drank milk? milk?"

"Then you still want to kill and cut into pieces all day long." Yu Tingfeng patted his head from behind, "Don't talk about it all the time, now we have to pay attention to peace, do you understand peace?"

"Understand, understand." Sun Yicheng nodded repeatedly.

Yu Tingfeng had just educated his younger brother, when he heard the right protector say: "Boss, Ma Jingyang seems to be catching up again."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Tingfeng ran away: "He doesn't know that I still have a mobile phone, does he? Someone, drag him down!"

Sun Yicheng shouted while running: "Boss, you just said you wanted peace."

"Peace and survival are two different things, do you understand!"

"Understand, understand!"

A group of people ran more than half a circle, seeing that Ma Jingyang did not catch up, probably not causing trouble for them, so they stopped and walked slowly into the classroom.

As soon as I entered the classroom, the people inside suddenly became quiet, as quiet as if I could hear the drop of a needle.

Someone looked at them for a while, and then looked at the yellow hair sitting in the other corner, and burst out laughing immediately.

Huang Mao held his head and lay down on the table, pretending to be dead.

The Demon Sect was at a loss, and the girl sitting in front of Yu Tingfeng showed him his mobile phone: "The video of you running wildly with people on your shoulders has gone viral on the forum."

Yu Tingfeng leaned over to take a look, and thought of something, took out his old mobile phone, and handed it to her: "Where did you read it, find it for me."

The girl did not help him search out the forum.

【shock! In broad daylight, two men were wheeled...]

1L: Run with the flow on your shoulders! 【picture】

2L: If it wasn't for the familiar background, I would have thought it was a sand sculpture picture that the poster found online.

3L: People are already laughing like crazy at the scene, this year's freshmen are outstanding!

4L: The looks of the previous couple are too good, isn’t it out of shape?

5L: According to my sister, the first two are the two most handsome boys in the first year of high school. The reason why the grades have not been selected is because it is too difficult to choose!

6L: Am I the only one who cares about how they complete this difficult movement? Two people of such heights are riding horses, and they haven't fallen off yet. Not to mention it's weird, at least it's weird!

 …

Yu Tingfeng only roughly scanned the content on the first page, and then his eyes returned to the picture, which was Song Zhaolan sitting on his shoulder, looking leisurely and admiring the scenery.

He saved the picture, studied it for a long time, and found that the camera function of the mobile phone is really amazing.

After a while, he asked the girl in the front row again: "What's so interesting about mobile phones?"

"Game." The girl turned her head and asked quietly, "Do you want to play in duo?"

Yu Tingfeng gave her the phone: "Give me the game you mentioned."

The girl secretly downloaded several games for him, one of them couldn't hold back, and downloaded several Meitu software.

 …

After the evening self-study get out of class, everyone was walking towards the dormitory.

Song Zhaolan escaped from the line of sight of the heads, and went to Xiaoshulin by himself at the appointment. Tonight, he will formally compete with Yu Tingfeng here.

In the woods, there is only faint light from the street lamps next to the playground, but this does not hinder Song Zhaolan's vision.

Growing up in the mountains and forests, this environment is actually a comfort zone for him.

He found an open space, closed his eyes, and listened to the movement around him.

This is a skill he has learned since he was a child, and he must always pay attention to whether there are wild beasts around him.

After concentrating on it for a while, a little footsteps finally appeared in the southeast direction.

Song Zhaolan opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to go there, but heard someone talking, but the voice was not Yu Tingfeng's, but a strange woman's voice.

"Oh, it's so dark in here."

Immediately afterwards, another boy rang out: "Hey, baby, miss me?"

"We just met in the afternoon." The girl said shyly.

"We haven't seen each other for three hours and forty-two minutes. I miss you so much. I miss you in class. Come on, baby."

Song Zhaolan waited for a while, but seeing no one spoke, he prepared to wait for Yu Tingfeng in another place.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved a step, he heard the girl's voice of "uuuuuuuu", it sounded like she was out of breath.

He rushed out without thinking, and said coldly: "Let go of this girl."

The young couple was taken aback, the boy looked back at him, and said angrily, "Who are you? What are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night? You can't be from the FFF group, right?"

Song Zhaolan said: "Don't hurt her, girl, come to my place."

The girl's face turned red: "He didn't hurt me."

"Then why did you hesitate to speak just now?"

"because......"

The boy rushed to talk: "I see, you are a million-year-old single dog! We are making out here, what's the matter with you, baby, let's go."

Song Zhaolan watched them leave, and the girl didn't seem to be reluctant, so she gave up.

The girl glanced back at him, saw the figure inside clearly through the street lamp, and was shocked: "I'm so stupid, you're so handsome!"

Boy: "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing~" The girl pulled the boy and walked away step by step.

Song Zhaolan also moved his position, walked along the path for twenty or thirty meters, then stopped, waiting for Yu Tingfeng.

There was another conversation not far away. He listened attentively, but it was still not the expected voice.

"Do you have any more cigarettes? Give me two more."

The voice was a bit familiar, as if it was the yellow-haired boy I saw this afternoon, and there was more than one person beside him.

"I only have three left."

"Stop **** nonsense, get me one, I'm so irritable today."

"What's going on with you and Yu Tingfeng and his group today? You won't be cleaned up by them, will you?"

"Fart." Huangmao said sternly, "I'm too lazy to play with him. If you have the ability, you call him over now, and I'll guarantee to beat his **** to the ground."

As he spoke, he smoked a cigarette in a vicissitudes of life, exhaled a cloud of mist, and then seemed to see someone walking towards him in the mist, and took a step back in fright: "I'm stupid, who is it?"

After people approached, Huang Mao recognized him: "Song, Song Zhaolan? What are you doing here?"

Song Zhaolan glanced at them, a choking smell filled his nostrils, frowned seriously, and asked: "You just said that you can beat the **** out of Yu Tingfeng? Are you serious?"

Huang Mao's face froze, and he flinched a little, but seeing his brothers staring at him from the corner of the eye, he could only hold his neck and try his best: "Of course! Yu Tingfeng is just my defeat!"

Song Zhaolan sized him up, and really couldn't see how powerful this man was, but after all, this place didn't need internal strength, so there might be some special way to control the enemy.

"Then let's compete directly."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment: "What? What?"

"Since you can defeat Yu Tingfeng, then I will directly compete with you." Song Zhaolan said.

If you meet the strong, you will be strong, he just wants to compete with the strong.

Huangmao: "What is the competition? Who wants to compete with you, let's go."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden gust of wind, and no one could see when Song Zhaolan made the move. When he realized it, Song Zhaolan had already hit the tree behind Huang Mao with one hand, causing the tree to shake.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other people swallowed, and one of them couldn't help but said, "Why don't you two play an idol drama here?"

Hearing this, Huang Mao, who had been in fear, woke up suddenly, and found that he seemed to be "hit by a tree"?

He stretched out his hand to push Song Zhaolan: "Go away, go away, I'm a straight man!"

But when he pushed, he couldn't move at all. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, and tried to push the opponent's shoulder with both hands.

The brothers booed: "Oh, yo, why did you touch this?"

Huangmao: "..."

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any strange moves, Song Zhaolan hooked his neck with one hand, picked up his waist with the other hand, and half raised it.

"Hey, Song Zhaolan, let me go, do you hear me?" Huang Mao yelled in horror.

"it is good."

boom-

Song Zhaolan let go, Huang Mao fell to the ground.

The brothers hurriedly helped Huang Mao up, they exchanged winks, and besieged Song Zhaolan together.

Half a minute later, several people fell to the ground one after another.

"You..." Song Zhaolan glanced around one by one before leaving, and commented, "No way. Compared with Yu Tingfeng, it's far behind."

After the person left, Huang Mao touched the shoulder he had knocked on, trying to find a topic to cover up his embarrassment: "What did he just say?"

"He said we can't do it." One person replied.

Huangmao: "..." Is now the time for you to be honest? !

The lights in the dormitory were about to be turned off, Song Zhaolan walked out of the grove and made a voice call to Yu Tingfeng.

After a while, the other party connected: "Hey, what is this thing for?"

"Hi, where are you?"

"I'm in the dormitory... I'm a fairy, where are you? Are we chatting now?"

"I'm in the woods, did you forget something?"

"Is there?" Yu Tingfeng thought for a while, stood up abruptly, hit his head on the ceiling, "hissed" and sat back again, "I was playing games just now, I really didn't mean to let you off. You now Where? I came to find you?"

"No need." Song Zhaolan was in a bad mood, "If you let me go, I will let you go too. Do you have any objection?"

"Okay, okay, make an appointment another day, I'll be on the number first."

Yu Tingfeng originally thought that what Song Zhaolan said about letting him go was because he was intentionally late for the next fight, but he never expected that it would be in such a miserable way—

The next day, he was bored in class and wanted to call the pigeons he raised in the grove to play, but he never got there.

During dinner, he ran to the grove to look for pigeons, and he smelled a fragrance from a long distance away. He followed the smell and walked over to see Song Zhaolan sitting in an open space, grilling meat. He wondered: "What is it, it smells so fragrant ?”

Song Zhaolan looked at him without saying a word.

Yu Tingfeng's eyes moved to the fresh and fragrant piece of meat, and saw that the size of the little thing was very similar to the pigeon he raised.

"Wait, isn't this my Qiuxiang!?"

"Yes."

Yu Tingfeng stared wide-eyed: "You dare to touch me, Qiuxiang! I'm going to get you—"

"It's ready." Song Zhaolan lifted the barbecue indifferently, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Today I must take you—"

The barbecue dangled in front of his eyes.

"I want you—" Yu Tingfeng slapped down, splitting off the thigh meat, "When I am full, I will avenge Qiuxiang!"

The author has something to say:

Qiuxiang left with hatred, never entered the underworld, and one day became a pigeon spirit, circling three times a day: "Cuckoo, next time, next time, next time, next time."

Yu Tingfeng: Be a robin!

Song Zhaolan: Robin? baked.

Reminder: This behavior is not a professional master, please do not imitate.