MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 13

"Now start to do the eighth set of radio gymnastics, stay in place, go-"

During the exercise time between classes, the playground is full of people in order of class and height.

But as soon as they heard the familiar voice on the radio, the students moved their bodies every now and then like eggplants beaten by Shuang.

Puberty students don't like to do radio gymnastics in a well-behaved way. They think it's too naive, and they don't stand alone at all, which lowers their fashion value.

But due to the rules, this link cannot be canceled, so the playground is almost full of people looking around or whispering, so it seems that there is a reason to prove that I don't care about these childish actions at all.

At this time, if you do the gymnastics honestly, you will be regarded as a fool.

Huang Mao was the same as usual, while flicking his bangs intentionally or unintentionally to play handsome, while chatting with the people in the next class: "This gymnastics is used for wool, it's a waste of time, isn't it."

"That's right, I might as well go back to the classroom to study when I have this time." The people in the next class said, laughing to themselves, learning is impossible.

"It's only a fool... Hey, look at the people in Class A, what are they doing? I'm **** dying of laughter!" Another person pointed to Class A not far away, and laughed loudly.

Huang Mao turned his head to look and laughed too.

Some of the well-behaved students in the front of class A were in a daze, and some were memorizing vocabulary words, but the group of big and tall students in the back were doing exercises seriously, and every movement reached the standard.

"Leader, do you feel that other people seem to be looking at us?" Xue Canming asked.

Song Zhaolan looked sideways, and sure enough, he received appreciative gazes from all around. The laughter and laughter came one after another, and gradually spread, as if everyone in the playground was watching them.

"So they are in poor health." Song Zhaolan said.

"You're right!" Xue Canming immediately understood what he meant. Although this radio gymnastics is the basic kung fu developed by some school or sect, and it is not as good as the boxing kung fu they learned when they were young, it is still good for physical exercise. To a little effect.

Such a simple three-legged cat kung fu, these people can't learn it, no wonder people nowadays don't even have any internal strength, and their health is very poor.

The other students watched and laughed for a while, and found that they were not affected in any way, and instead became more and more serious.

After watching it for a long time, why do you still feel a bit heroic? Radio gymnastics doesn't seem so ugly anymore?

"What's wrong..." Huang Mao looked away speechlessly, and was about to turn around to scold his new brothers, but when he turned his head, he saw Yu Tingfeng, Sun Yicheng and others dancing even more imposingly magnificent.

Huangmao: "..."

No, no, is there someone who can jump so high in jumping sports? What's the matter with you, the students of Class F are not so serious about obeying the rules! What an embarrassment to Class F!

Huang Mao couldn't figure out what Yu Tingfeng was thinking, he had already started to regret his decision to join the team.

In fact, Yu Tingfeng didn't really want to do such a simple thing, but Sun Yicheng said just now: "Boss, Song Zhaolan and the others didn't seriously skip the exercises before, and they suddenly danced so neatly today, is there something wrong?"

Guardian Right: "Could it be that some secret method has been realized from here?"

Sun Yicheng: "Fuck, let's dance too?"

Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan curiously, and followed suit.

And the people in Class A saw that Class F jumped up, they seemed to refuse to admit defeat, and danced harder.

Huangmao: "..."

Have you reversed radio gymnastics and square dancing? Does this need to be tapped too? !

Wait, Yu Tingfeng, you actually want to dance with your wife, right?

I didn't join you to watch you show your affection!

"Don't be dazed, Class A is provoking us, jump up!" The classmate next to him reminded.

Huangmao: "..."

After the exercises between classes, someone from the Devil's Cult immediately mingled with the crowd, eavesdropped on the conversation between Song Zhaolan and the others, and then ran back to report.

"What did they say?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

The subordinate imitated Xue Canming's tone, with a bright smile on his face: "Great, leader, it seems that our emergency training these days is still very effective, I feel that I am full of strength!"

Immediately afterwards, his subordinates stood on the other side, imitating Song Zhaolan, with a straight face: "Yes."

Yu Tingfeng asked again: "Their emergency training? What did they train for?"

The subordinates nodded, and continued to imitate Xue Canming's tone and said: "This radio gymnastics looks simple, but it is quite strenuous to practice. But kung fu is not afraid of painstaking efforts. After our hard training in private, we can finally keep up with the rhythm!"

"..." Huang Mao, who had listened to the whole process, felt eccentric again, "No way, no way, they practiced gymnastics in private, just to keep up with the melody?!"

Yu Tingfeng said: "Isn't this normal? Everyone has things they are good at and not good at. If they lag behind others in melody, they must be better than others in other aspects."

"Is this so?" Huang Mao looked at his serious expression and suspected that he was too abnormal, how could he keep up with the rhythm casually?

"That's right." Sun Yicheng said defensively, "Just like our boss, although he is good at beating people, he is afraid of ghosts."

Huangmao: "..."

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at Sun Yicheng, and the others also looked at Sun Yicheng, and beat him up.

The fight here is lively, and the timid students around have already scared away. Huang Mao was working as a lookout, and he didn't see the teacher passing by, but he saw Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan was going to the office, but suddenly he turned around and stopped beside them, watching them silently.

"Boss, Boss, Song Zhaolan is here." Huang Mao called out in a low voice. In terms of his machismo, it's really not good for people to see such a scene. What if I go back and quarrel with Yu Tingfeng and lose my temper? It's hard to coax.

Sure enough, as soon as he announced Song Zhaolan's name, Yu Tingfeng and the others stopped.

Yu Tingfeng looked sideways at Song Zhaolan: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a fight?"

Huangmao: Stop playing cool at this time!

Song Zhaolan kindly reminded him: "You can't beat people to death like this."

Huangmao:? Is this the big brother's man?

Yu Tingfeng: "So?"

Song Zhaolan's eyes moved slightly, looking forward to it: "Hurry up and try your unique moves, those two moves that stopped my Yufeng Palm."

Sun Yicheng's legs went limp, **** it, righteous people are really vicious! With the slap of the leader, he will die immediately!

"Boss, don't..." Sun Yicheng begged for mercy.

Yu Tingfeng looked straight at Song Zhaolan: "Do you want to see it?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

Yu Tingfeng walked up to him, smiled, slowly clenched his fingers into fists, and said casually: "Then you should obediently call out handsome guy to come and listen? I'll think about it if you call me nice."

Song Zhaolan looked serious: "Handsome guy."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Yu Xi

Song Zhaolan said again: "Does it sound good?"

"..."

Yu Tingfeng turned around suddenly, and said fiercely to his subordinates: "What are you looking at, get out of here and go back to the classroom."

Sun Yicheng escaped, hurried back with his brothers, and couldn't help worrying: "Will something happen?"

Huang Mao snorted: "Yu Tingfeng is shy, so he's attacking us."

Sun Yicheng: "You fart, why is our boss shy, he only hurts people. Just wait, he will knock Song Zhaolan down sooner or later! We believe in him!"

Huang Mao snorted again, and said to himself: You still call him Song Zhaolan, call him sister-in-law!

The author has something to say:

Sun Yicheng: Why is our boss shy, he only hurts people!

Yu Tingfeng at this time: (*/ω＼*)

Sun Yicheng: Sooner or later, he will knock Song Zhaolan down!

Yu Tingfeng with strange thoughts: (*/ω＼*)