MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 21

After a disagreement on the study issue, Yu Xiaohui thought for a long time and decided to try to recruit students first.

First of all, we need to find girls with smart brains and good bones.

After observing for a few days, she finally found the target candidate, a beautiful female classmate.

"Hello classmate, do you want to know more about the Yushan faction?"

Female classmate: "Ang? What Yushan faction? I don't seem to know you very well, do I?"

Yu Xiaohui: "It doesn't matter, as long as you join our Yushan Sect, you will be a big disciple. As long as I die, I will pass on my mantle to you."

"Who is going to die, what horror story are you talking about! Did you fail the exam, so you are crazy?" The female classmate was shocked, "If you are alone, how can you say that you are crazy?"

Yu Xiaohui: "Listen to me, I see that you have amazing bones, a full sky, and five fingers thick. You are really a good embryo."

"Are you saying that my hands are ugly?" The most autistic thing about the female classmate is that her fingers are too thick, which doesn't match her petite face. "Whoa, get the **** out! I don't want to play with you!"

Yu Xiaohui found a few more girls, but none of them succeeded, and she even started a wave of hatred.

Yu Xiaohui couldn't figure it out, she was a majestic Yushan School, a decent sect that many female disciples couldn't get in, but she was rejected, not to mention, the world had already forgotten the existence of the Yushan School.

Then what's the use of her being the new head.

"My disciple is unfilial, and the Yushan School will be destroyed in my hands." Yu Xiaohui bowed three times, knocked her head on the table three times, and apologized to her master and ancestors in the sky.

Boom, boom, scared the others.

The male deskmate cared: "Little Dragon Girl...cough, Yu Xiaohui, you didn't pass the exam this time, is it because you were in a bad mood? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you do poorly in the exam, just work harder next time. "

"That's right, maybe it's because you've been with Song Zhaolan and the others for a long time. Otherwise, why don't you join our study group." The boy in front also turned around and said, his eyes full of admiration, "Let's study together, I can Tutoring for you."

The deskmate said: "There is no need for tutoring, I have it."

The eyes of the front desk and the deskmate met, their eyes were full of fighting spirit, and they began to point each other's shortcomings.

"You got good grades, but your socks stink."

"You haven't washed your underwear for three days."

Yu Xiaohui frowned, walked away from these stinky men, came to the seat in the back row, and asked Zhao Mingdeng dejectedly: "Master, how is your situation?"

Zhao Mingdeng sighed, shook his head, and took out the brochure of the largest temple in the area.

There are environmental photos on it, clean and tidy, the sun is transparent, and there are several high-definition large pictures of handsome monks.

Next is the recruitment notice.

"Start with a bachelor's degree." Zhao Mingdeng rubbed his head and said distressedly, "That is to say, I have to be admitted to a bachelor's degree to be eligible to apply for a job. And to be admitted to a bachelor's degree, I have to study now. Otherwise... ...I might not even go back to my own home QAQ”

Yu Xiaohui touched his bare head comfortingly, and then asked Chen Yuting, the owner of the Banshan Pavilion: "How is your situation?"

The Banshan Pavilion is not considered a real grand master sect, but a group of talented people with extraordinary skills in Dunjia, who were recruited by the landlord and have a place to stay.

And the master of the pavilion, Chen Yuting, is best at disguise.

Chen Yuting's situation was not ideal either. He also found a beautiful female classmate: "Beauty, I think you have a good foundation, do you want to learn the disguise technique from me?"

Female classmate: "It's broken, here's another crazy one!"

Chen Yuting: "Student, listen to me, the art of disguise is a university subject, as long as we find all the materials we need, we can modify our appearance."

"Is that what you mean?" The female classmate performed a make-up removal for him on the spot.

Chen Yuting:! !

The female classmate enthusiastically recruited some beauty bloggers for him, and it was no problem to change his appearance. Nine out of ten people know how to imitate makeup, and change a star face every day, and one is a master of women's clothing.

"Disguise..." Chen Yuting covered his face and said to his companions, "Everyone here knows it! Even the effect is more outstanding! Their materials are simpler and more convenient, and a simple swipe can change miracles. And I heard Said, there is an even more astonishing plastic surgery, which can completely change the appearance. This world no longer needs a genius like me! I hate it!"

"What are you holding in your hand?" Yu Xiaohui pointed to the thing in his hand.

"Oh, these are liquid foundation, concealer, eye shadow and blush. A kind female classmate lent them to me to study." Chen Yuting put the things on the table, took out the liquid foundation and began to try it out.

"What's the use of this?" Yu Xiaohui observed curiously.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a master of disguise, Chen Yuting wiped it a few times, and immediately understood the usefulness: "Wipe your face white."

Sure enough, it was quite white, Yu Xiaohui asked again: "What are you holding now?"

"Concealer."

"What is the use?"

"Smear this place."

"...Don't you find something strange?"

Chen Yuting has no time to answer her questions, now that he has discovered Xintiandi, he completely forgot about recovering his martial arts!

Yu Xiaohui and Zhao Mingdeng looked at each other helplessly, and then looked at their last hope, the owner of Wuji Sword Villa.

However, the other party gave them a deep look, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't succeed either, why would anyone be able to resist the temptation of the world's number one sword? I said that they can practice a peerless swordsmanship and reach the point where the sword and man are one." , They all ran away. Just run away, I really don’t understand why they still praised me as a great swordsman before running away?”

Zhao Mingdeng said in relief: "Maybe they couldn't bear to reject you, so they wanted to comfort you. What a group of harmonious and friendly classmates, Amitabha."

Zhao Mingdeng's deskmate: "..."

Are you crazy, or am I crazy? Next time you have a meeting, can you not surround me, I'm so scared!

Yu Xiaohui sighed deeply, with melancholy eyes: "Brother Song is right, our top priority right now should be to study. In this way, we can meet more people, find better solutions, and light the lights. to his real home."

Several people agreed, but Song Zhaolan was not in the classroom at this time.

He stood on the roof, the wind blew the hem of his clothes, his hair was flying, and his eyes were cold. If those fans saw him, he would scream for a while.

There were footsteps behind him, and he said without looking back, "You're here."

"Are you annoying or not? I told you I won't show you the sword skills." The person behind said violently.

"Then why did you come here for an appointment again?" Song Zhaolan finished eating the last melon seed, then turned to look at Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng was about to speak, but was stopped by the other party's hand.

"Wait a minute." Song Zhaolan brushed past him, ruthlessly threw the melon seeds in his hand into the trash can next to him, and then returned.

Yu Tingfeng: "...Aren't you afraid of getting angry?"

Song Zhaolan licked some dry lips: "I can't help it, it's so good."

Who told Xue Canming to always pass melon seeds to him recently? This person just can't see melon seeds. It's okay if we don't meet each other.

"You gave me this note?"

A small piece of paper was held between Yu Tingfeng's fingers, on which was written:

—Yu Tingfeng, see you on the rooftop after dinner, if you are a man, you come alone (remember to bring your knife)

This crazy message is so familiar, it is the note that Song Zhaolan received a few days ago.

Why, change the subject and location, so you think he doesn't know who wrote it?

Yu Tingfeng can think of who did it with his ass.

"It's me." Song Zhaolan muttered, "So it's really useful to have such a portrait?"

"Knives are not allowed in school."

"It's okay, I'll prepare it for you." Song Zhaolan took out a piece from his sleeve, it was the one prepared by Banba in Class E in the small forest.

Yu Tingfeng took it speechlessly, twirled the stick, and lazily said: "The Dragon Breaking Saber Technique is my own creation, and it will not be passed on to others."

"But now the whole school knows."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Are you a pot master? Which pot is not opened, which pot is specially mentioned!

"Move." Song Zhaolan urged.

"I want to move."

At this time, there were a few furtive figures in the stairwell, running towards the roof.

Sun Yicheng asked in a low voice, "What good thing do you want to show us?"

"An after-school cigarette, happy like a fairy." Zhang Wei took the lead and ran ahead, took out a cigarette case, and shook out one. Just as he was about to reach the door, he heard a familiar voice—

"You move."

"I want to move."

"Then I will do it myself."

Fuck! !

Zhang Wei was so frightened that his cigarette fell to the ground. He glanced outside. From this angle, he happened to see Song Zhaolan took the initiative to hold Yu Tingfeng's hand, and asked very "reservedly", "Is it like this? The speed is like A little slow, how fast are you usually?"

Yu Tingfeng: "I won't show you this, this is my unique treasure!"

Zhang Wei: Hey! !

"Why don't you leave?" Sun Yicheng urged from behind.

Zhang Wei: "..."

What else to go! I don't want to see Yu Tingfeng's big baby!

Zhang Wei turned around and drove them out, pulled the door over by the way, played with a lighter in vicissitudes of life, and showed them the door.

Thinking of the sound of the two men fighting behind the door, Zhang Wei lit a cigarette with trembling hands.

"Ha, I finally caught you, get out of here!" The dean appeared at the stairs lingeringly, ready to go up and catch him.

Zhang Wei: "......"

Zhang Wei looked back at the door, gritted his teeth, rushed down to the director's arms, and shouted: "I was wrong, let's talk to the office if we have something to say!"

The author has something to say:

Zhang Wei: I have sacrificed too much for your love!

Song and Yu:? Who are you silently touching here alone? ? ?