MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 50

A new week begins, eyes open and competition begins.

The election has come to the last juncture, Song Zhaolan is full of confidence again after fighting Yu Tingfeng.

During the exercise time between classes, he and Yu Tingfeng followed Liu Yun to the playground to check the exercise situation of each class. Originally, Liu Yun was not required to be responsible for these matters, but now he needs to lead them to practice and supervise the practice by the way, so he has to do it himself.

The appearance of the three together caused quite a stir.

The female students who were still doing exercises were peeping from side to side, and the male students were discussing in whispers. In short, there are not many people who are doing exercises well.

But there are exceptions.

For example, Yu Xiaohui, who is not sensitive to handsome guys, still does exercises in the same standard way, and the brilliance is still so radiant.

"Well, the students in Class A are doing well." Liu Yun tilted his head and praised Song Zhaolan, "The overall situation of your class is not bad."

"Strengthening the body is the right thing to do." Song Zhaolan glanced at Yu Tingfeng confidently, and Yu Tingfeng looked at Class F embarrassingly.

All of them are lazy, like the abandoned crop stalks in the field, swaying to and fro, and none of them are in shape.

"F class must work hard." Liu Yun said, "It seems that Yu Tingfeng has a lot of things to manage, so how about this week, you just work hard to improve your class style, and strictly follow the school spirit and discipline. conduct."

Yu Tingfeng rolled his eyes.

In addition to the competition between the two leaders, the subordinates also spontaneously started canvassing activities.

The Demon Cult people know that Liu Yun and Yu Tingfeng are not easy to deal with, so naturally they won't take care of them, so those of them who are subordinates have to be more considerate, and add fuel and vinegar to the great cause of the leader... Ahhhh, add bricks and tiles.

Sun Yicheng took his brothers to other classes one by one, called out every candidate who had voting rights, and showed his fist: "Do you know what this is?"

candidate:"......"

"Come someone." Sun Yicheng called out, and an unnamed spy came out.

"You look good to me." After Sun Yicheng said harsh words to the candidate, he punched the spies in the chest. The spies immediately let out an "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up" and fell back on the upper body. He took several steps back and then collapsed. He fell to the ground, dying and said: "Good, very strong boxing."

candidate:"......"

"This is the fate of being disobedient." Sun Yicheng patted the candidate's face and said coldly, "If you don't vote for Yu Tingfeng, this is the fate, is it clear?"

"Rogue!" the candidate yelled, touching his face.

Seeing that her classmates were about to come out, Sun Yicheng quickly ran away with his brothers and kicked the spies.

The spy crawled on the ground twice, stood up quickly, and did not forget to turn his head and say harshly: "We will definitely come back!"

In this way, they threatened several people one after another, but found that these people did not accept this method at all.

"Why aren't you afraid of us?" Sun Yicheng asked a thin boy.

The boy said: "Before you, someone has already come to us."

"who is it?"

"you guess."

"Our boss? Or Song Zhaolan? Or the class teacher... Wait, what am I talking to you about!" Sun Yicheng made a gesture to beat him up.

"Geng Yiming, it's Geng Yiming!" The boy quickly hugged his head, "He has already threatened us once, and said that if someone troubles us, he will help us solve it."

"So it's this bastard." Sun Yicheng let go of his hand, "Brothers, let's go and meet that guy."

A group of people came to Class E and stood outside the classroom. Sun Yicheng provocatively said: "Geng Yiming, get out!"

Geng Yiming grinned at them and refused to go out.

Sun Yicheng was anxious: "Come out quickly, I will make your life worse than death!"

Geng Yiming smiled at them, and slowly raised his hand: "Mr. Ma, the students in your class bullied me, huh."

Sun Yicheng was startled, and quickly looked at the podium in the classroom, only to see that Ma Jingyang was still teaching them, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurried back to class F.

After a while, Ma Jingyang appeared at the door of the classroom and asked, "Sun Yicheng, what did you go to class E for?"

Sun Yicheng brought him a cup of hot water: "Didn't I see that you are having a hard time dragging the hall, so I specially prepared tea for you."

Ma Jingyang took the cup and warned: "Be more honest, if you dare to go to Class E to find someone to fight with recently, I will make a note of it for you."

"Okay, okay." Sun Yicheng nodded and bowed, obediently.

Yu Tingfeng walked in from the door, and was stopped by Ma Jingyang: "If you have time, take care of your friends, don't let them run out and cause trouble."

After Ma Jingyang left, Yu Tingfeng looked at Sun Yicheng: "What's going on?"

After Sun Yicheng explained everything in detail, he still couldn't swallow the breath, and clenched his fists: "Geng Yiming just wait for me, sooner or later I will take revenge."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Tingfeng slapped his head.

"Go to class, don't give me a moth, and is your hair too long? Go and cut it for me on the weekend."

Sun Yicheng held his head in horror: "Boss, you have been corrupted by the student union!"

Yu Ting walked to his seat without looking back, and Sun Yicheng supported his table and said: "Boss, don't you just have the heart to lose power by yourself? Geng Yiming must be canvassing for Song Zhaolan. If we don't do something, we will lose !"

"who said it?"

"Is not it?"

"If you stay honest, you won't necessarily lose."

"Really?" Seeing that his expression was determined, Sun Yicheng had no choice but to dismiss the idea, "Okay then, I believe you."

However, to put it simply, Sun Yicheng still does not believe that this battle can be won by just waiting to die, especially when he heard that righteous people have also started canvassing for votes.

Wulin Zhengdao didn't intend to take any action at first, but Geng Yiming came to report that class F was threatening other classes with force and trying to rule with violence, which angered everyone.

Everyone held a temporary martial arts conference, and the martial arts leader missed this meeting because he went to the supermarket.

"The Demon Cultists are really scheming and have a heart of snakes and scorpions." Yu Xiaohui said.

"That's right, we just let them take the lead." Xue Canming was filled with righteous indignation, "If these youngsters are allowed to become the president, it will be a catastrophe for both our martial arts and the school."

Mao Hongxi: "Then what should we do now? Do we also have to canvass for the leader?"

Wu Xiaoyu: "That's natural, we must not let the Demon Cult, which uses low means, win. I'm going to reason with those candidates!"

"Wait, you might as well ask Master Mingdeng to go. He is a disciple who talks to the Buddha three hundred times a day. He is merciful and can save evil people." Xue Canming suggested.

Everyone looked at the master in unison, and Zhao Mingdeng accepted the job calmly.

In order to save time, everyone split up, called all the candidates together, and asked the master to give them a collective class.

"What do you want us to do?" One person asked, "If there is anything you can't talk about, you have to run to this dark grove."

At this time, the evening self-study is over, and they still want to use this free time to play.

"No way, your time is not right, it is too difficult to gather people, so I can only choose this time." After Xue Canming finished speaking, he pushed Zhao Mingdeng in front of him, "Come on, I will listen to a session for you for free next time." Master class, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is difficult for many people to get his enlightenment."

A group of people looked at Zhao Mingdeng whose head was cooler than a street lamp, and fell into a deep silence.

Zhao Mingdeng was very solemn: "There is a saying in the Buddha's words: One thought of ignorance is the end of prajna, and one thought of wisdom is the birth of prajna. I give these two sentences to you, as the saying goes..."

"Wait, what on earth are you doing?" Someone interrupted him.

Zhao Mingdeng: "I am a monk."

Candidates: "..."

Another person asked: "Stop talking about it here, and tell us why you came here."

Zhao Mingdeng answered subconsciously: "The "Nirvana Sutra" says: You can't talk about not being born, you can't talk about being born, you can't talk about being born or not, you can't talk about not being born or not, you can't talk about being born, you can't talk about not being born If there is a reason, it can be said."

"Then you said it!"

Zhao Mingdeng: "Vote for Song Zhaolan."

Candidates: "..."

Xue Canming and the others secretly applauded at the side. As expected of a master, he successfully enlightened this group of stunned people, and they all left alive and well.

"It's safe." Wu Xiaoyu said happily.

"It's time to turn off the lights. Get out of the people inside and go back to the dormitory quickly." The students on duty from the student union shouted from the playground.

A group of people ran back to the dormitory, just in time to turn off the lights, Song Zhaolan had finished washing, lay down obediently and was about to fall asleep, with his hands on his stomach, as if about to be buried in the ground.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, Song Zhaolan's eyelids moved slightly, he raised his eyelids, and looked sideways at Xue Canming who was on the opposite bed: "What are you doing?"

"Read comics." Xue Canming held up a flashlight, flipping through the book with great interest.

"Open the door." Someone knocked on the door suddenly.

Xue Canming got out of bed and opened the door: "Who is it?"

"Student Union, who was holding the flashlight just now?"

"I don't know." Xue Canming quickly waved his hands.

The student union stared at him and confiscated the flashlight in his hand.

Xue Canming: "..."

The next day, Song Zhaolan followed the student union to check the hygiene and discipline violations of each class.

When they came to Class A, the students were very obedient, quietly watching them check the situation, with excitement shining in their eyes.

However, Liu Yun noticed the most eye-catching bald head in the crowd: "Student, your hairstyle doesn't seem to be very good."

Zhao Mingdeng looked at him innocently: "According to the school rules, I don't have long hair."

"But yours is too short, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Zhao Mingdeng shook his head.

Liu Yun: "Isn't that too ugly?"

Zhao Mingdeng: "!"

No one has ever said that he is bald and ugly, is it because he is taking care of the face of his big disciple of Shaolin Temple?

"He's not ugly." Chen Yuting said across the aisle.

"Student, you got something on your hair." Liu Yun turned to look at him, reached out and touched his head, and pulled off the transparent glue on it, and the clinker tore off the whole hair , so frightened that his legs went limp.

"Be careful, you are not allowed to touch my wig." Chen Yuting straightened the wig and put it on firmly.

"Male, male?" Liu Yun asked in surprise.

Chen Yuting patted his chest: "A real man, just like a fake!"

Liu Yun had a complicated look on his face. Seeing this, the students couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After leaving Class A, Liu Yun was still a little bit overwhelmed, and said awkwardly: "Song Zhaolan, the situation in your class is not simple, and there will be a lot of worries in the future."

"But they are good people." Song Zhaolan said.

Several other members of the student union read from the violation book: "Xue Canming, class A, peeked at comics in the middle of the night. Chen Yuting, class A, wore heavy makeup and a headgear. Mao Hongxi, class A, publicized the benefits of alcohol. Wu Xiaoyu, class A, encouraged other students Going to beg for food. Yu Xiaohui from class A beat up a certain boy surnamed Zhang from class F...Are you sure these are good people?"

"Sure. Their mischievous behavior can't hide their kind hearts. After all, they never wanted to take the initiative to kill people."

Student Union: "..."

Is the bottom line of a good person already this low?

Several people came to Class F, and as soon as they walked to the door, they were shocked by the harmonious and progressive atmosphere inside.

Looking at the style of Class F over the years, I have never heard of such a love of learning. The book is loud and loud, and everyone reads aloud very seriously with the book in front of them, even though Sun Yicheng is holding "Hundred Thousand Why", Tu Minghua held "The Encyclopedia of Constellations", and Zhang Wei held a cookbook.

What's more, Yu Tingfeng held a math book in his left hand and a physics book in his right hand, reading aloud in turn: "whatareyoudoing? Newton, wake up. I'mreading, F and =ma is your second law."

Student Union: "..."

Song Zhaolan: "..."