MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 55

Wu Xun was very relieved, but he had to tell him with regret that he had missed the opportunity to be nominated by the previous minister himself. The quota for the post of minister has already been submitted, and there are a lot of people coming for interviews, so I can only participate in the competition with other people.

Yu Tingfeng refused to accept: "I still have to compete with those people? That's not what you told me back then."

"At that time, I hadn't resigned, so I could directly invite you to join the sports department, and then let you take over, but you refused. Now I'm already a past minister, and I don't have much right to speak. You should hurry up and fill out the registration form." Wu Xun persuaded.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Seeing his pity, Wu Xun said, "I have another way."

Yu Tingfeng: "What way?"

Wu Xun: "Go to the interview, I will give you a solemn vote."

"Isn't this still a competition? And what's the use of your vote?" Yu Tingfeng left irritably.

Wu Xun looked at Liu Yun slowly, and said in surprise, "He really came to beg me to be a minister. You really guessed it right. How did you guess it?"

"Use your eyes more and your mind more." Liu Yun smiled, "Let's gamble and see if this kid will go for an interview."

 …

More than half of the people in the auditorium dispersed, and the interviewers returned to the classroom after handing in their volunteer forms and a simple preliminary test.

Sun Yicheng, Zhang Wei and the others hid in the dark, their teeth itching as they watched, and muttered, "Did you see that? A lot of people are trying to curry favor with Xue Canming and those guys! No, I have to find some trouble for them."

After finishing speaking, he jumped out and ran up to Xue Canming to make a scene, trying to find fault with Xue Canming, so that the other party didn't want to work.

Zhang Wei huddled in the corner, hurting himself secretly: "There are too many **** who gave snacks to the goddess! I received seven or eight packs of toffee and potato chips in ten minutes, **** it."

Tu Minghua: "My condolences, your luck is not good today."

"I don't care, I'm going to deliver it too!" Zhang Wei rushed to Yu Xiaohui in two steps, touched half of the pocket of his clothes, took out a box, and stuffed it forcefully into her hand, "Thank you for your hard work, here are two pieces of Xuan Mai Bar."

Yu Xiaohui lowered her eyes and said indifferently: "Do you want to die?"

Zhang Wei looked down, his face suddenly changed.

Just now I was too impatient, I didn't notice that I took the wrong cigarette case, and handed it to the other party as Xuan Mai!

Zhang Wei frightened face: "Can I pretend I didn't see it?"

"President, someone smokes here, and the stolen goods were stolen." Yu Xiaohui reported on the spot.

Song Zhaolan didn't raise his head: "Take it."

"Yes!" Yu Xiaohui grabbed Zhang Wei's arm and walked out, "Come with me."

Zhang Wei glanced at her hand, and his mind wandered again. Could this be a blessing in disguise?

Before he had time to be happy for two minutes, Yu Xiaohui handed him over to the dean in person.

Zhang Weibei came from it, and was fined to clean the men's restroom in the administrative building for a week.

On the other side, a boy was also punished by the director. Zhang Wei took a closer look. Isn't this a coincidence.

"Geng Yiming, you bully your female classmates, do you still want to stay in this school?" the director snapped.

Geng Yiming complained that he was wronged.

Director: "Then what do you mean by chasing Liu Zhui and chasing the whole school?"

Geng Yiming: "She said show me something good, let me go after her, and if I catch her, show me what it is, but I didn't expect her to run so fast!"

"How can a weak little girl outrun your tall, burly boy? Haven't you seen how she is crying?" The director said seriously with a straight face, "In the future, stop hitting girls with crooked ideas. Did you hear me!"

"I heard it, I heard it." Geng Yiming was really dumb and couldn't tell what he was suffering from.

The two walked to the men's room together, dislike each other.

Zhang Wei sneered and said, "Awesome, you actually made our sister Zhui Zhui cry. You don't know that she is a celebrity in front of our boss. You will have good fruit in the future."

"Fuck you, she's obviously pretending to cry!" The more Geng Yiming thought about it, the more he realized something was wrong, "Damn it, did she come here to provoke me on purpose?"

"Ah bah, you bastard, sister Zhui Zhui doesn't like you at all, why would she deliberately provoke you, don't be an idiot." Zhang Wei spat.

"Isn't she Yu Tingfeng's celebrity? Yu Tingfeng must have asked her to come!" Geng Yiming guessed.

"Tch, who are you, we need our boss to miss you, he wants to beat you, it's like playing."

When passing the auditorium, Zhang Wei saw Yu Tingfeng standing at the back door, staring at the things in his hands with a tangled expression.

He beckoned: "Boss, are you still not going back to the classroom?"

The next moment, he didn't know what he thought of, and he slipped over in two or three steps, and asked happily: "Boss, is that a volunteer form in your hand?"

"No." Yu Tingfeng immediately vetoed it, and hurriedly hid the things behind him.

"What's that?" Zhang Wei looked back and forth behind him, "Let me see."

Yu Tingfeng quickly stuffed the things in his hand into his breast pocket, and then reached out to stop him from approaching.

During the dispute, Geng Yiming suddenly kicked Zhang Wei from behind. Zhang Wei accidentally fell forward with Yu Tingfeng in his arms.

"Boom" sounded.

There is a lot of movement.

"Boss, are you okay!" Sun Yicheng stopped arguing with Xue Canming, Tu Minghua also put away the astrolabe, and several of them ran towards the back door at the same time.

Other students gathered around and asked about the situation.

Song Zhaolan also heard the movement, and as soon as he walked to the side, he saw Zhang Wei lying on Yu Tingfeng's body.

"Boss, are you alright? Is your head bleeding?" Zhang Wei raised his head, grabbed Yu Tingfeng's collar anxiously, held Yu Tingfeng's head and touched it.

Yu Tingfeng glared at him, and was about to scold someone, when he paused out of the corner of his eye, seeing Song Zhaolan looking at him from the side, he forgot what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, the boy Sun Yicheng asked for him: "What's the matter with you! You don't have eyes, can you take responsibility for breaking the boss?!"

"Someone plotted against us." Zhang Wei said, helping Yu Tingfeng up, "Let's not talk about that, and send the boss to the infirmary to see if he is injured. His back seems to have hit a step."

A group of people escorted the two of them to leave. When they passed the door, Yu Tingfeng turned his head and glanced in Song Zhaolan's direction.

Eyes met, Song Zhaolan moved a step, and heard the others calling him to continue to preside over the overall situation.

He responded, and when he looked at the door again, Yu Tingfeng was no longer there.

"Who wins this game?" Wu Xun asked, standing in the corner, "Yu Tingfeng's volunteer form has not yet been handed in, and the deadline is a few minutes away, so it must be impossible, so I won, right? "

"Not necessarily, it's not the last moment yet." Liu Yun smiled deeply, "Let's go, it's time to go back to class."

After the first meeting of the student union was over, people from various departments screened some, handed over the list to Song Zhaolan, and waited for the next step.

Song Zhaolan put the form in one place and asked Zhao Mingdeng to take it back to the classroom for safekeeping.

"Aren't you going back together?" Xue Canming asked.

"I still have something to do, you go first."

The partners do not doubt that there is him. Since Song Zhaolan became the chairman, he has become much busier than before, and often places orders.

Song Zhaolan watched them enter the teaching building before turning around and walking in another direction.

As soon as he walked to the door of the infirmary, he heard Sun Yicheng's distraught voice: "I heard from people who were nearby at the time that they saw Geng Yiming kick Zhang Wei before you fell. Damn it, I have to kill this bastard." !"

Zhang Wei said: "It should be him. I just had a few words with him. It should be revenge. Others don't have the courage to directly confront me and the boss."

Sun Yicheng said angrily: "What kind of **** is it? It's not because he flattered Song Zhaolan! I said that there are no good people in Zhengdao, they are all hypocrites. Relying on an honest face, they turned out to be full of evil and instigated their subordinates to seek revenge."

"This is the most beautiful compliment I've ever heard for an honest person." Zhang Wei gave a thumbs up, "If I could have Song Zhaolan's face, I would also be willing to be an honest person."

"How do you grow others' ambition!" Sun Yicheng said.

Zhang Wei wanted to wring his head off so that he could take a good look at Yu Tingfeng's face.

How can you have such a confidant who doesn't know how to speculate, scolding your sister-in-law in front of the boss, it will drive you crazy!

Zhang Wei winked wildly at him: "How could Song Zhaolan be someone else, he is ours..."

"Enemy." Sun Yicheng clenched his fist.

Zhang Wei: "..."

It's hopeless, let's drag it down and kill it.

"Are you bothered? It's so noisy." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking irritably, his eyes swept away inadvertently, and he noticed a figure standing outside the door, and turned around and left the next moment.

Who will it be?

Is it Song Zhaolan?

But he quickly rejected this idea. Song Zhaolan should still be busy with the student union.

"Boss, are you okay?" Tu Minghua asked again.

Yu Tingfeng shook his head: "No, it just fell, what's the big deal."

"But I'm still on top of you." Zhang Wei said guiltily, "I've gained a few pounds recently."

The doctor walked in after finishing other patients, looked at the seven or eight people sitting on the hospital bed, and asked, "Which one is the patient?"

"Me." Yu Tingfeng said while sitting on the chair.

The doctor smiled: "The patient is so active, but there are so many people accompanying him, don't you think you want to skip class together?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, are we the ones who will make fun of the boss's life?" After Sun Yicheng finished speaking, his eyes were red, "If something happens to our boss, I can't forgive you!"

Doctor: "...If you are terminally ill, you should be sent to a tertiary hospital. I can't accept you. If you are acting, I can recommend you to go to the film school. I can't accept you either."

"..."

Yu Tingfeng: "Let's go, go back."

However, none of the subordinates wanted to leave, because the doctor gave them a new idea - pretending to be sick and skipping class!

In an instant, almost everyone's faces became painful, and they said "doctor help me", "my knee hurts", "head is so dizzy" one after another...

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Where should you go back, otherwise I will call your homeroom teacher and come pick you up in person." The doctor is also a very experienced person, and he turned to look at Yu Tingfeng, "Let me check if the patient stays a bit."

The subordinates left awkwardly, and Sun Yicheng said goodbye to Yu Tingfeng with great reluctance: "Boss, you have to be good."

Zhang Wei rubbed his arms: "Why didn't I see that you were so nasty before, it's so disgusting."

"You know what a fart!" Sun Yicheng yelled fiercely, and chased him out.

The infirmary finally fell silent, and the doctor asked, "Where is the injury?"

"I just fell." Yu Tingfeng said indifferently.

"Go and sit on the bed, lift up your clothes and let me have a look." The doctor ordered.

Yu Tingfeng did as he did, turned his back to him, and lifted up his clothes to reveal his back.

"It's okay, it's all red." The doctor looked for povidone iodine and safflower oil in the cabinet, "Don't be brave, young man, if there are other injuries, please tell me. I'll treat it for you first. ...This classmate, who are you looking for?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yu Tingfeng turned his head curiously, saw Song Zhaolan walking in, he was stunned for a moment, and noticed that the other person's gaze stayed on his back for a moment, he immediately put down his clothes, a little embarrassed.

"I'm looking for him." Song Zhaolan pointed to Yu Tingfeng.

Doctor: "A classmate again?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yu Tingfeng: "What can you do with me?"

"Come in." Song Zhaolan turned his head and shouted towards the door.

After a while, Geng Yiming reluctantly walked in and stood beside him.

"Apologize." Song Zhaolan ordered.

"I'm sorry." Geng Yiming rolled his eyes.

"Be serious." Song Zhaolan said, "Your behavior was very irrational just now. If there are other students around, you will probably be hurt too."

"I'm sorry." Geng Yiming said again.

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng, and Yu Tingfeng's expression softened a lot: "Then I won't argue with you this time, brat, if you dare to do such a thing next time, I won't let you go."

Geng Yiming left angrily.

Song Zhaolan stood where he was, not knowing whether to leave or stay. Seeing the doctor applying medicine to Yu Tingfeng, he couldn't help but step forward and take a look: "Did you fall hard? Does it hurt?"

The cotton swab was stuck to his back with cold medicine, as if it was tickling, Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at him, and frowned suddenly: "It hurts."

The doctor glanced at him.

Song Zhaolan bent down in surprise, and looked at the injury: "Sure enough, your current body is prone to injuries. In the past, you should have no pain at all."

"It's different now."

"That's right, it's delicate now."

"..." Yu Tingfeng said delicately, "It hurts so much, do you just come to see me empty-handed?"

"Then what shall I bring you?"

"Forget it, you poor ghost, how can you have enough money to buy things for me." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking leisurely, he asked meaningfully, "You specially brought Geng Yiming to apologize?"

"Um."

"Isn't he your good friend? How can you let him come and apologize to me?"

"You are my friend too." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and almost shook his legs.

Song Zhaolan looked around: "Where's Zhang Wei?"

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Didn't you two fall together?"

"There's nothing wrong with him, he just fell on me." Yu Tingfeng stretched his shoulders.

"Then why doesn't he come to see you, aren't you good friends?"

"I drove him back." Yu Tingfeng paused, then glanced at him quickly, "You are my good friend."

"You're quite...reciprocal."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Tired, too lazy to curse.

After applying the medicine, the doctor asked, "How do you feel?"

"It hurts a lot." Yu Tingfeng said.

The doctor laughed angrily: "If it hurts so much, go to a big hospital and take a film to see if there is any fracture."

"So serious?!" Song Zhaolan exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, yes, if you don't go to the big hospital, you will be buried in the ground tomorrow." The doctor shrugged, turned and walked outside.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go." Song Zhaolan grabbed Yu Tingfeng's wrist and was about to go out.

"Wait." Yu Tingfeng sat steadily, pulled him back in front of him, and said with a sad face, "Before I go into the ground, I have something for you."

"what?"

When the words came to his lips, it was a little difficult to say, he took a deep breath and said, "You take it yourself, it's in your trouser pocket."

Song Zhaolan reached in and took out.

Almost at the same time, Yu Tingfeng had already begun to regret, and said tensely: "No need, I'll do it myself..."

"I found it." Song Zhaolan took out a piece of paper, opened it, and saw that it was a membership application form, and the ideal position was filled with the Minister of Sports Department. "Yes, I think no one is more suitable for this position than you."

"But now the deadline has passed." Yu Tingfeng said angrily, "It's all Geng Yiming's fault!"

"It's okay." Song Zhaolan folded the paper and carefully put it in his pocket, "I'm the president now, so I can secretly make an exception for you."

Yu Tingfeng looked up at him, a little deer in the young man's heart began to slam into the walls and doors thumping.

The smell of the potion permeated the surroundings, but what he smelled was a faint sweet smell from Song Zhaolan's body, he must have eaten something again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the person closer, leaned over to smell it, and found out what it smelled like.

Song Zhaolan raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then landed on top of his head, and stroked it lightly.

Yu Tingfeng was slightly stunned, Xiaolu seemed to have knocked down the gate of the city.

He raised his head and looked at Song Zhaolan's eyebrows and eyes. His facial features were picturesque, his temperament was like jade, his eyes were clear and pure, unadulterated with sophistication and smoothness. It was probably because of these eyes that the devil did fewer bad things than before.

The atmosphere at this time was a little delicate, Yu Tingfeng carried out several mental activities, and always felt that the other party was the same, and seeing that he hesitated to speak, he took the initiative to ask: "What do you want to say?"

Song Zhaolan couldn't hold it back, and patted his head again, with a look of pain on his face: "Before you go to the grave, you have any last words, let's explain them together."

Yu Tingfeng: "???"

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Tired, too lazy to curse.