MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 36

Yu Tingfeng touched his pocket and said, "It's in the dormitory, I'll bring it to you tonight."

"Okay, don't forget, or I will hit you carefully." Song Zhaolan flashed his fist at him.

Yu Tingfeng laughed and said, "Who are you scaring? Do you know who is standing in front of you?"

The referee came to interrupt them and led them to the award platform to take pictures.

I have taken group photos on the podium several times today, and Yu Tingfeng couldn't help asking curiously: "When will the photos be washed out?"

"Just a few days." The student union responsible for taking pictures said, "It will be posted on the bulletin board at that time, remember to watch it."

Yu Tingfeng nodded, and when he turned his head, he found that Song Zhaolan had already walked in the direction of Class A with his friends.

"Leader, let's watch the basketball finals later!" Xue Canming said enthusiastically, "I'm full of interest in basketball now, it's really fun. A real man should play the ball around!"

"I also find it exciting." Mao Hongxi said, "I went back last week to make up for Slam Dunk. I think I have grasped the essence, and I will definitely win the next game!"

"What essence?" Wu Xiaoyu asked.

Mao Hongxi touched his hairstyle: "First of all, my hair is wrong. Look at our lord, with black hair and a cold face, isn't he the proper Rukawa Kaede? As for me... I'm going to make my hair red Yes, and the whole nose of the plane, does Sakuragihana know?"

Zhao Mingdeng smiled: "Then you will be trimmed into my hairstyle by the teaching director."

Mao Hongxi: "..." Gan! Dreams shattered!

A few chattered and walked to the court, and there were many people around the court at this time. This was the last event in the afternoon. And basketball is a sport that attracts thousands of students. Naturally, the three floors inside and outside are all people.

People in class A are discussing the final class, and it is a bit embarrassing to know that class F's opponent is class D.

In the past two days, Class F is the one who has the most fire/drug smell with Class A, and they are competing in all aspects. However, Class D beat Class A in basketball, so it is impossible for them to cheer for Class D.

Seeing the players from Class D getting ready, the sports committee was the first to shout angrily: "Class F, come on!"

This seems to have brought the rhythm virtually, and everyone started to cheer for Class F.

The people in Class F were quite puzzled, for a moment they didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend!

"I heard Class A cheering us up. I don't know if the goddess called my name." Zhang Wei took a binoculars and began to watch the movement over there. He only saw Yu Xiaohui talking to the girl next to him, and didn't look at the stadium at all. , "No, I have to let her notice me."

Yu Tingfeng moved his body, looked around the field, and was soon attracted by the calm and handsome Song Zhaolan.

He raised his chin at the opponent, inexplicably proud of it, but the opponent was very athletic and did not forget to slowly raise his little finger at this time.

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Believe it or not, I'll give you pancakes!

Amidst the fierce shouts of the students, the final finals finally began.

After the preliminaries and the semi-finals of class F, the team members cooperated more and more tacitly. Yu Tingfeng has almost no weaknesses, fast speed and accurate shooting, which made the opponents look at him very unpleasantly.

So good, you go to the NBA! What's the trouble with us here, woo woo woo!

Not long after it started, Class D called a stop and went back to discuss countermeasures.

Zhang Wei flicked his bangs smartly, and took off his clothes thoughtfully. Hearing the screams of the girls around him, his heart jumped for joy. When he turned his head to look at Yu Xiaohui, he realized that Yu Tingfeng was drinking water diagonally in front of him. .

He turned back and found that the group of girls were screaming in Yu Tingfeng's direction.

It doesn't matter, a handsome guy always attracts attention, but the combination of a handsome guy and a handsome guy will definitely make people more impressive. This is one of the reasons why he wanted to join Yu Tingfeng in the first place.

He walked up to Yu Tingfeng coolly, put on a nice smile, and asked, "Can I have some water?"

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him indifferently: "Have you lost your mind?"

Zhang Wei didn't show it on his face, and the others couldn't hear their conversation anyway. He hooked Yu Tingfeng's shoulder with one hand, creating a good atmosphere between the two brothers, but he heard Chen Yuting shout: "Look, you guys , Zhang Wei really is a pervert!"

Startled, Zhang Wei suddenly turned his head and saw Yu Xiaohui looking at him, so he immediately pushed Yu Tingfeng away in fright.

"You want to die, don't you?" Yu Tingfeng glared at him.

Zhang Wei: Woooooo Chen Yuting, I'm going to kill you sooner or later!

Halfway through the game, Zhang Wei looked at the score. According to this situation, the second half can be said to be an easy win. So he crazily showed off his skills and muscles like a butterfly, and his opponent was angry and hated when he saw it.

"What's there to show off, shouldn't it be water-filled muscles?"

first blood.

Zhang Wei countered: "You don't even have muscles for water injection."

Opponent: "Hehe, but I have a girlfriend, but you don't."

double kill.

Zhang Weiqiang said: "Sooner or later, I will have a girlfriend who is a hundred times more beautiful than yours!"

Opponent: "My girlfriend is watching me and bringing me water at any time."

triple kill.

Zhang Wei was heartbroken: "But you are technically good, won't your girlfriend feel ashamed when she comes to see you?"

The opponent is proud: "No, she just likes to watch me play basketball."

quadrakill.

Zhang Wei was silent, and his opponent gave the final blow: "Your shoes are fake."

pentakill!

Zhang Wei began to accumulate strength, and waited until the timeout before giving the opponent the most ruthless counterattack: "Teacher, I will report him, he has a puppy love!"

Opponent: Damn you %#*￥...

"They can't catch up with this score." Zhang Wei discussed with his teammates, "Boss, you can go up and play handsome to your heart's content, and directly smash their self-confidence!"

The right protector asked, "What about you?"

"I'm tired of playing, and it takes a little effort."

Yu Tingfeng dismissed the game: "What's there to play with, it's not a monkey."

"You don't understand that, look at the audience here, your every move affects everyone's heart!" Zhang Wei said, "Don't you want to conquer someone from the inside out? "

Yu Tingfeng's gaze unconsciously swept towards Song Zhaolan's direction: "Could it be that he admires me because of this?"

"That's natural. Boys who can play basketball have their own filters." Zhang Wei said.

Yu Tingfeng thought for a while, then shrugged: "I'm too lazy to play monkey games."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Don't you not care about monkey tricks? How come the three-step layup grabs the basket and falls for a long time? Why are you showing your muscles intentionally or unintentionally? Why do you stand in the direction of Class A from time to time? Oh, man, that's all!

At the end of the game, the score of Class F was far ahead of the opponent. The students surrounded them and cheered.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

It's a fool's errand, isn't it?

You don't need to guess that Song Zhaolan is going to the cafeteria. The partners walked a few steps ahead, discussing the game just now with great interest.

"One thing to say, today Yu Tingfeng's lore was pretty cool. I almost wanted to applaud when I scored the goal." Wu Xiaoyu said.

"Yes, the dunk is also very good." Mao Hongxi echoed.

"That's right, it's also great when it's a feint..." Xue Canming was about to join the topic when he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait, he's Yu Tingfeng! What are we praising him for here?"

"That's right." Yu Xiaohui snorted, "It's just a flower peacock, and it will attract the attention of girls. I hate this kind of behavior the most."

Song Zhaolan glanced at her, but didn't dare to speak.

"Leader, what do you think?" Xue Canming turned around and asked.

"I..." Song Zhaolan pondered for a long time, and after seeing Yu Xiaohui first walked into the cafeteria, he whispered, "I think it looks pretty."

Several boys collectively sighed, feeling remorse for appreciating the behavior of the enemy.

Zhao Mingdeng said slowly: "It's okay, Yu Tingfeng on the basketball court and Yu Tingfeng in the magic valley are not the same person. How can there be good and evil in basketball?"

"The master is still wise!" Xue Canming said suddenly, "Then I will admire him for another three seconds, after which he is still an enemy. Leader, what do you think?"

The leader didn't reply, the leader was still thinking about the game just now, the leader suddenly made a fake dribble.

"It's fun, I'll try it too." Xue Canming stood opposite him, trying to grab his "ball".

"Where are you guys?" Yu Xiaohui finished her meal and found that no one came in. She went to the cafeteria door and saw that these boys were playing with nothingness balls.

The happiness of a man is so simple, she silently rolled her eyes and went in.

 …

The next morning there was a tug-of-war competition, class A was drawn to class D again, the enemies met each other, and they were extremely jealous.

Both the players and the spectators in Class A worked hard to get back the face of the basketball game.

At the same time, calls from other classes came from the opposite side, especially class F, who yelled the loudest: "Come on, class A! Come on, class A!"

Unexpectedly, because of the common enemy, Class A and Class F reached a brief harmony.

The sports committee was afraid that Song Zhaolan and the others would foul again, so they specially told all the players how to work hard together.

Song Zhaolan touched the rope and then his stomach: "I'm a little hungry."

At this time, a hand in the crowd pulled off his sleeve, and there was something in the palm of his hand. When he turned his head, he saw Yu Tingfeng passing by as if nothing had happened.

He opened the red bean cake in his hand and took two bites.

"Song Zhaolan, how are you preparing?" the sports committee ran over and asked.

"Well, it's exciting."

This time Class A finally washed away its past shame and won against Class D. Next came the competition of Class EF, and Class A cheered for Class F in a courteous manner.

Geng Yiming stood in the first seat and shouted to the people next to him: "Boss Song, please cheer me on! I think I can win!"

Song Zhaolan didn't respond, and was eating the half-eaten red bean cake.

After the competition officially started, because there were more fat people in Class E, they had an inherent advantage, and they had the upper hand at the beginning.

"Come on, Class F!!" Class A and Class F shouted loudly in unison.

Yu Tingfeng didn't expect the enemy to be so strong, and naturally he ignored the current situation of his body, and his forehead was sweating.

Class E began to retreat, the situation was good, while Class F was still gritting its teeth to support, but it had already begun to lose its balance.

For the first time, Yu Ting felt the taste of losing. If it was a one-on-one match, he would definitely have a way to make the opponent lose, but this is a team match.

Even though he is strong, there are always a few weak people in the team.

The voices of shouting and cheering became louder and louder, and it seemed that he felt the intense state, and there were people calling his name, but Yu Tingfeng had no time to take care of it.

At this time, a clean and clear voice sounded from the side: "Yu Tingfeng, come on."

Yu Tingfeng didn't turn his head, because he could tell that it was from the glutton.

Yes, the glutton is still watching the game, how can he easily admit defeat.

Yu Tingfeng suddenly tightened his grip on the rope, and shouted loudly: "Do you still remember how to pull a mountain?"

After a while, Sun Yicheng, several walkers and the right protector replied at the same time: "Remember!"

"get ready."

Lashan was when they first practiced martial arts, Yu Tingfeng found that the scenery on the edge of the cliff was very good, so he found a rope and wrapped it around his waist, and asked the group of people to hang him on the top of the mountain, often hanging him for a long time.

"Pull!" Yu Tingfeng gave an order, and the others rallied, and immediately found the feeling, as if what was pulling was no longer the group of people on the opposite side, but the life of the leader, and it was the leader who gave them the greatest sense of trust.

"Ahhhhhh!" Sun Yicheng howled, "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Four weeks: "..."

Some of the players in Class E laughed out loud.

Yu Tingfeng seized the opportunity and issued the order again, and the other contestants also started to have sex.

The players in Class E also started to get confused. Several heavy players had already exhausted most of their strength in the time just now, and they will be a little exhausted.

Finally, Hongjie slowly crossed the victory line of Class F.

Everyone started cheering, the contestants and nearby classmates hugged together, Yu Tingfeng was excited for a moment, and happily hugged the people around him into his arms.

When his palm touched the thin bones, he suddenly woke up, looked at the person in his arms, and was momentarily speechless.

Song Zhaolan smiled at him: "Congratulations."

Not being beaten, Yu Tingfeng heaved a sigh of relief and smiled: "Thank you."

"Boss, our next game is right...huh? What are you two doing?" Sun Yicheng ran over with a happy face, and saw the two hugging each other.

At this time, Zhang Wei came over from the other side, opened his arms, and hugged Sun Yicheng and Yu Tingfeng, and the four of them hugged in a circle: "Oh, that's great! We won!"

Sun Yicheng: "Just now they were talking..."

"Old Sun, aren't you happy that you won?" Zhang Wei pressed Sun Yicheng's head into his arms, while frantically pushing Yu Tingfeng towards Song Zhaolan, "Thank you Class A for cheering us on, we will always love each other as a family Oh~”

Song Zhaolan was pushed back two steps, his body leaned back, Yu Tingfeng clasped his waist in time, and when his eyes met, he released it abruptly, tugging at the collar to fan the wind, it was too hot.

Zhang Wei looked at Yu Tingfeng with hatred for being weak: I pushed you towards the beauty, and finally hugged you in public, but you let go? Mama is disappointed in you, pup...huh? Mother?

Sun Yicheng broke free from his arms and said, "Boss, did you get tricked by the spy Song Zhaolan just now? We're going to compete with Class A later."

"Oh yes, then we will be opponents next time, let's say goodbye." Song Zhaolan immediately stood up straight and left without looking back.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

The AF class that just returned to the regiment immediately restored the hostile relationship. Don't ask, it's the sense of honor in the class!

When competing for the championship and the second place, Class A and Class F had the longest stalemate in the competition, and the rope was almost not moving, which once made the onlookers suspect that they were not even trying hard.

It's time to decide the real winner!

Yu Xiaohui watched very anxiously, walked to the middle and glanced at the progress on both sides.

Zhang Wei noticed her figure with sharp eyes, and couldn't help shouting: "Goddess."

There were a few people behind who were also attracted by her, Sun Yicheng snorted: "What a cunning Class A, you actually cheated on beauties, and we have it too! Left Guardian, come on!"

As soon as the words were finished, Liu Zhuizhui walked to the vicinity of Class A, gave the male contestants a charming smile, made a gesture of heart in front of his chest, and threw it to them from the air.

They are all a group of young men who are full of vigor, who can stand up to this, the whole heart is moved, and the attention is diverted.

Xue Canming shouted: "Everyone, don't look at her, she has demon skills!"

"Xue Canming, you are about to have a nosebleed!" the classmate reminded.

Xue Canming: "..."

At this moment, the whistle sounded, and Class A suffered a disastrous defeat!

Xue Canming said dejectedly: "As expected of the Devil's Cult, it's just that there are many methods."

Wu Xiaoyu said: "Since they use beauty tricks, why don't we use beauty tricks?"

"I'll go, I'll go!" Xue Canming volunteered.

Everyone looked at him together, the meaning in their eyes was clear at a glance, Xue Canming scratched his head embarrassingly: "Then... let the leader go?"

"The lord is so handsome, he will definitely succeed if he goes out. But we have such a big martial arts alliance, do we actually have to rely on the lord to sacrifice his appearance?!" Wu Xiaoyu was filled with righteous indignation, "So let me do this kind of work for you."

Everyone: "..."

In the afternoon, the sports meeting finally ushered in the final event, the women's 800 meters and the men's 1,500 meters.

When the girl was eight hundred, many people went to run with the girl they liked, especially Yu Xiaohui and Liu Zhui chased the most people around them.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking my way." Yu Xiaohui pushed people away expressionlessly.

The boys were heartbroken, and Zhang Wei was very happy to see Geng Yiming and the others come back in a huff. He wanted to accompany the runners at first, but there are 1,500 races ahead, so let's save some energy first.

"Where did the boss go?" Zhang Wei asked casually.

"I don't know, I said I was going around." Sun Yicheng was secretly playing with his mobile phone, not paying attention to the movement around him at all.

Zhang Wei took a binoculars to scan around. As expected, Song Zhaolan was participating in the javelin throw competition in the center of the playground, and the boss was silently watching behind the crowd.

Tsk tsk tsk, stand in front of him if you like him! Cub ah, dad is very disappointed in you!

At the end of the women's eight hundred, there is no doubt that Yu Xiaohui, who has no feelings, won the first place. After receiving the award and taking pictures, she suddenly looked at the silver medalist Liu Zhuizhui next to her: "Do you know the reason for your failure?"

Liu Zhuizhui looked at her suspiciously.

"It's because of too much affection." Yu Xiaohui said straightforwardly, "Men, it will only affect our running speed."

"..." Liu Zhuizhui brushed her hair, "You don't understand, the second grade grass that accompanied me just now is growing well."

Yu Xiaohui: "Good-looking skins are useless, they are just bones in the end."

Liu Zhuizhui: "..."

When the men's long-distance running started, Song Zhaolan and the others found that it was not as easy as they imagined, because they had participated in too many events in the past two days and had exhausted too much energy.

Song Zhaolan's situation is a little bit better. He runs home every week and doesn't miss out on physical exercise. Currently, he can maintain his position in the top three.

Yu Tingfeng was always in the first place. Seeing him catching up, he was not in a hurry. Anyway, he only accelerated in the last lap, and the two kept running side by side at a constant speed.

Halfway through the run, some people had already started jogging, and Mao Hongxi even started to walk slowly.

"Come on, drink this." Yu Xiaohui ran over suddenly, took a bottle of water and handed it to him.

"If only there was wine here." Mao Hongxi took the bottle with a sigh, took two sips, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "This is it?"

"Rice wine. How is it? Does it work?"

"Yes!" Mao Hongxi was refreshed immediately, he became energetic, and ran away.

Yu Xiaohui waited on the spot for a while, and when she saw Song Zhaolan running over, she trotted up to report the situation: "As you expected, Mao Hongxi started running, and the others seemed to be dying, what should we do next?"

Song Zhaolan gave her some instructions in a low voice, and after Yu Xiaohui ran away, Yu Tingfeng ran to him as if nothing had happened and asked, "What are you muttering about?"

"I said we were discussing the topic, do you believe me?" Song Zhaolan replied.

"Of course I don't believe it." Yu Tingfeng looked back at Yu Xiaohui's movements, wanting to find out.

I saw Yu Xiaohui handing Zhao Mingdeng a pair of earphones, and the other party's face immediately became radiant, and his feet immediately picked up speed.

"What is that bald donkey listening to?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan: "Buddhist scriptures."

"..."

Yu Xiaohui ran near the finish line again, took out a bowl, and shouted loudly: "Wu Xiaoyu, run three more laps, and this rice bowl will be yours!"

Wu Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and his begging instinct immediately urged him to speed up.

"..." Yu Tingfeng looked back at the situation of his subordinates, and shouted impatiently, "Hurry up, everyone!"

"Boss, I also want to run fast..." Zhang Wei muttered pantingly, but he had a plan. He kept a constant speed ahead and started sprinting in the last two laps, so as to achieve sustainable development.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him and waved at him.

Chen Yuting: "Hi."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhang Wei immediately increased his speed and rushed forward, quickly exhausting the rest of his physical strength.

"Goodbye." Chen Yuting waved his hand again and passed him easily.

The competition became more and more intense, and the audience watched with gusto, and they had already begun to discuss the influential figures on the field in the past two days.

In the last lap and a half, Song Zhaolan started to speed up, but found that he could not overtake Yu Tingfeng.

"Your shoelaces are untied." Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan didn't look at it at all, his eyes were fixed on the finish line.

Yu Tingfeng glanced at his side face, and read the firm belief in his eyes. Sweat dripped down his chin and rolled down his neck, and his hair was soaked.

The next moment, Song Zhaolan tripped over the shoelaces as soon as the figure swayed, and there were exclamations all around.

Yu Tingfeng was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand, but the other party got up first, and continued to run forward, with scratches on his elbow.

"You knocked your leg too." Yu Tingfeng said looking at his legs at different heights.

"fine."

Yu Tingfeng glanced ahead, not far away was the finish line, and the people behind were about to catch up. The class cadres of Class F were shouting his name in front, and the biggest opponent was already injured. As long as he accelerated, The championship is easy and secure.

"Do you need to work so hard?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"You don't understand, this is a game, and there is faith in the game."

Yu Tingfeng's mind moved, and he suddenly grabbed his arm.

Song Zhaolan was taken aback, and looked sideways at him.

Yu Tingfeng didn't say a word, and led him to speed up a little bit, and crossed the finish line at the same time.

Immediately, some classmates came to catch them, and Yu Xiaohui helped Song Zhaolan to check the situation.

Yu Tingfeng pushed away his classmates, walked up to Song Zhaolan, and asked, "How is it?"

Song Zhaolan frowned, but didn't say anything, but asked, "Am I number one?"

"It should be." Yu Xiaohui said, "You two are tied for first place."

Hearing this, Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng and smiled knowingly, the smile was brighter than the sun: "Thank you."

Yu Tingfeng was so dumbfounded that he forgot to answer for a moment.

The next moment, Song Zhaolan smiled and asked, "Then can I get the free canteen coupon?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Say for a long time, your belief is canteen coupons!