MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 59

A cold wind swept by at night, and the weather suddenly became cold. The dead leaves on the trees trembled, fell down, and were swept into the trash can by the broom.

Xue Canming yawned, and a cloud of mist rose from his mouth: "Leader, I've finished sweeping this piece."

The public areas of the school are cleaned by each class in turn. This week, Class A is responsible for each area. Song Zhaolan, Xue Canming, and Yu Xiaohui were assigned to the playground area by the health committee.

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan said, "By the way, don't call me the lord from now on."

"Do you want to quit your job again?" Xue Canming ran over dragging the broom and asked.

Song Zhaolan: "No, I'm the president of the student union now, and many people are paying attention to us. If you keep calling the leader, you will be laughed at by others, thinking that we have some serious illness..."

"Secondary illness." Yu Xiaohui came over to answer the question, "I heard Ji Xiuyuan say it."

"Yes." Song Zhaolan nodded, "That's the disease."

"Okay, at worst, let's change the name." Yu Xiaohui said, "Why don't we call him the president?"

"You don't have to be so polite. The students call me by my first name. You should call me by my name too." Song Zhaolan said.

Xue Canming felt inappropriate: "Isn't this a violation of etiquette?"

"Don't you want to call my name?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"I'm thinking about it, hehe." Xue Canming called tentatively, "Song, Song Zhaolan?"

"Um."

"Song Zhaolan."

"Um."

"Song Zhaolan!"

"Um."

"Song Zhaolan, that's great!" Xue Canming howled excitedly, then hugged him and laughed loudly, "Song Zhaolan, your name sounds really nice."

"Yes." Song Zhaolan smiled helplessly.

The people passing by were attracted by Xue Canming's voice just now, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

Seeing this, Yu Tingfeng in the crowd rolled his eyes silently: "The morals of the world are declining, and the morals are degrading."

Because of cleaning, the time for breakfast was delayed. After several people put the cleaning tools back into the classroom, they hurried to the cafeteria.

Everyone in the cafeteria had almost eaten, and there was not much food left.

Seeing that there was no noodles he wanted, Xue Canming planned to go to the supermarket to buy some bread and biscuits, and Yu Xiaohui followed him.

Song Zhaolan still wants to eat some staple food, biscuits can only be a snack for him. He browsed through a row of windows, and there were only three left in the window of Shengjianbao.

Just when he was thinking about whether to buy two or three, a figure suddenly appeared beside him and got there first.

"Three fried buns."

Song Zhaolan looked at the other party in surprise, saw that it was Yu Tingfeng, and asked, "Have you finished eating the three?"

"Why?" Yu Tingfeng took the bag that his aunt had packed, and said, "You didn't order it yourself, who is to blame?"

Song Zhaolan knew he was wrong, turned around in frustration, and had no choice but to go to the supermarket.

After walking out of the cafeteria, he found that Yu Tingfeng had also followed, but he still ate the pan-fried buns with relish.

"Well, it smells so good, the skin is thin and the stuffing is tender, the taste is delicious and the color is delicious, and Yizhong's fried buns are delicious." Yu Tingfeng praised while eating.

Song Zhaolan stopped and looked back at him with complicated eyes: "Eat as you eat, whatever you say, be careful not to choke to death."

"How come, I have a big mouth." Yu Tingfeng swallowed the last bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and chewed it with gusto.

Song Zhaolan snorted coldly and quickened his pace to go to the supermarket.

"Hey, wait." Yu Tingfeng pressed his shoulder with one hand, "I can't seem to finish eating."

Song Zhaolan said angrily, "You can buy three if you can't finish it?"

"I am willing." Yu Tingfeng asked, "There are two more, do you want?"

Song Zhaolan struggled for a moment: "Yes."

"Say it nicely, and I'll give it to you."

"handsome guy?"

Yu Tingfeng was in a happy mood: "What else?"

"I love you." Song Zhaolan read it expressionlessly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Here." Yu Tingfeng gave him the bun stiffly, thinking that this glutton is really cunning!

The two kept a close distance and walked towards the teaching building while keeping silent. Yu Tingfeng couldn't calm down and didn't want to speak out, while Song Zhaolan was eating buns seriously.

"Song Zhaolan." A girl walked over and stood in front of Song Zhaolan.

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng stopped at the same time.

Yu Tingfeng had seen this girl before, Qi Ran, the flower of Class B, once handed a love letter to Song Zhaolan during the student union audition, but Song Zhaolan ended this supposedly romantic scene with a volunteer form.

But Banhua was not discouraged, instead, she entered the department with the most contact with Song Zhaolan—the secretariat by virtue of her strength.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Qi Ran smiled and said, "About the arrangement of the art festival, I have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"

"Okay, let's talk as we go."

Yu Tingfeng followed behind, and when he saw the girl talking, his eyes were fixed on Song Zhaolan, his face was full of smiles, and he couldn't hide his thoughts.

"I think this activity can be a little more creative and active. Don't always limit each class to produce programs. It is better to carry out more cross-class cooperation tracks, which can achieve the most effective results and promote students. Friendship, what do you think?" After Qi Ran finished speaking, she waited expectantly for a reply.

Song Zhaolan nodded: "Yes, you can mention it to everyone in the next meeting."

"Okay." Qi Ran smiled and asked, "Aren't you only having breakfast until now? Do you like fried buns very much? Next time I'll help you buy them?"

Yu Tingfeng gritted his teeth secretly, feeling very upset.

"No need, someone will buy it for me." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng couldn't help but whistled.

Qi Ran glanced back at him, as far as I know, the two groups of Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng have always been at odds, and they want to be the first in everything, especially the group of people under him, it is not wrong to say that they are natural enemies.

She carefully pulled Song Zhaolan two steps forward, and said vigilantly, "Yu Tingfeng is right behind us."

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan pushed her hand away, "Before reaching out next time, remember to notify me in advance."

"Why?" Qi Ran showed a blank expression.

"I'm afraid I can't help but hit you."

"...?"

Yu Tingfeng smiled secretly.

Song Zhaolan explained: "I'm sorry, I have been used to it since I was a child, and I can't let strangers get close."

"Then you have a strong sense of safety." Qi Ran relieved himself, and then glanced at his face, "But it's good to have such a thought, you really need to be more careful. There must be many people with such a good-looking face People want to get close to you."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Are you talking about yourself?

Qi Ran pretended to casually mention: "By the way, what are you going to do on weekends?"

Song Zhaolan: "Do the questions."

Qi Ran: "What about entertainment?"

Song Zhaolan: "Practice martial arts."

Qi Ran: "Wow, you can still practice dancing? What dance?"

"can not say."

Qi Ran covered his mouth and smiled: "It's quite mysterious, do you want to play the escape room?"

After Song Zhaolan finished eating the buns, he looked at her suspiciously: "Escape from the secret room?"

Qi Ran: "That's right, in live-action games, you can choose a variety of scenes, which is very exciting and fun."

Song Zhaolan: "That sounds very interesting."

"Let's form a team together that weekend. There are only two people missing. You can invite another friend to come with you. That's the deal." After Qi Ran finished speaking, he waved goodbye without giving him a chance to refute.

"Are you going?" Yu Ting said abruptly.

"Where are you going?"

"Escape room."

"Go, it's quite interesting." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng put on a dirty face, and was about to scold someone, but he heard him say, "Shall we go together?"

"Me?" Yu Tingfeng was taken aback.

"Well, didn't she ask me to bring another friend?"

Yu Tingfeng pursed his lips, held back a smile and asked, "You're not just my friend, why did you drag me there?"

"If you don't want to go, forget it." Song Zhaolan said.

"Hey wait." Yu Tingfeng grabbed his arm, "I'll think about it."

"How long to think about."

"Think about it, go and go, this is what you begged me to go."

"I do not have."

"There is."

"Fine."

Yu Tingfeng smiled with satisfaction.

"Yu Tingfeng! What do you want to do!" Mao Hongxi passed by, and saw Yu Tingfeng holding Song Zhaolan from afar, and ran over in horror, "Let go of that boy!"

"Cut." Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, winked at Song Zhaolan and left from another direction.

After returning to the classroom, Yu Tingfeng summoned the spies alone and asked, "Do you know Qi Ran?"

"Of course I know her, she looks so pretty..." The spy suddenly shook his head like a rattle drum after thinking of something, "I don't know him, I don't know him, he looks ugly, I never look at other people much. woman glance."

Yu Tingfeng didn't understand why he changed his tone so quickly, but frowned: "You can think about it, what will happen if you hide me?"

"Well, you forced me to do this, not because I want to observe other women on purpose." The spy said in a low voice, "Qi Ran is in Class B, with excellent grades and good looks, although he is not as cold as Yu Xiao Hui , not as **** as our Liu Zhui Chau Hufa, but she wins because of her strong affinity, compared to the previous two unattainable beauties, she is more likely to make men feel approachable as a popular goddess, and thus generate the desire to conquer and possess."

Yu Tingfeng said: "Is there? Why do I think she is quite ordinary?"

"Boss, you can't use your eyes to look at other people. In your heart, is there anyone who looks better than you?"

"No."

"Is there any woman who makes you feel beautiful?"

"No."

"So, it's your destination to be alone forever."

After the spies finished speaking, Yu Tingfeng grabbed his collar suddenly, and then he immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly made amends: "No, no, I didn't mean that! Didn't you say that yourself? No one in the world can be smarter than you. Excellent, but I don’t want to start a family, I just want to spend the new year in style.”

"..." Yu Tingfeng let go, "Continue to tell the news."

"Okay." The spy said, "There are many boys who pursue Qi Ran, but she has been unmoved. Until recently, people in her class have been rumoring that she is attracted to Song Zhaolan. The reason is unknown."

"Continue to explore and find out the reason for me." Yu Tingfeng said with a gloomy face.

"Okay." The spy carefully looked at his face, "Boss, why are you so curious about Qi Ran? You must have moved Fanxin, right?"

"Who are you asking for gossip from?" Yu Tingfeng glanced at him.

"Let's leave now, little one!"

On Saturday afternoon, Song Zhaolan arrived at the agreed place ahead of schedule, in a shopping mall. Before waiting for a while, Qi Ran came with a few girls.

"I'm sorry to have waited for a long time, there is a bit of traffic jam on the road, how long have you been waiting?" Qi Ran dressed up a little softly and well-behaved today, with her hair draped over her shoulders, a beret, and light makeup, she turned her head when she smiled. Turn your head and face him with the right side of your face, because it looks best from the side.

"I just arrived too." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, she glanced at the few friends behind her.

"Let me introduce to you. These are my good friends. They are all in the No. 2 and No. 3 Middle Schools. We usually have parties and play together on weekends." Qi Ran introduced several girls one by one.

The girls greeted him one by one, and then secretly showed Qi Ran a thumbs up, the surprise and admiration in their eyes almost overflowing.

Qi Ran smiled and asked, "Where's your friend, hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan kept looking at the elevator entrance.

"Which friend are you calling?" Qi Ran asked, "Is it Xue Canming? Or Wu..."

Song Zhaolan relaxed, "He's here."

Qi Ran turned her head curiously, almost losing control of her expression.

"Yu, Yu, Yu Tingfeng? You called him!?" Qi Ran covered her mouth in surprise, "Aren't you natural enemies?"

"Can't natural enemies play games together?" Song Zhaolan's tone became a little more relaxed, "We can win or lose."

It seems to make sense, but Qi Ran still finds something weird. The friends were obviously excited, staring at Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan excitedly, they can feast their eyes today.

Qi Ran took a closer look at Yu Tingfeng who was wearing private clothes. A thin overcoat was draped over his body, and his thin and broad shoulders were more obvious. A youthful vitality was ready to go, and his steps were careless and somewhat lazy. handsome.

However, Yu Tingfeng just glanced at them hastily, with a look of sleepiness, he stood beside Song Zhaolan and asked impatiently, "What time does it start?"

Sure enough, it is the state of natural enemies.

Qi Ran looked at the time: "There are still ten minutes, do you want to buy a cup of milk tea first?"

"No." Song Zhaolan directly refused, "I have no money."

Girls: "..." It's so frank to be poor.

"Then go after it's over, it's not easy to bring milk tea into the secret room." After Qi Ran finished speaking, he led everyone inside.

After registering at the front desk, they each received a bracelet with two colors. Those who are brave can press the red button to interact closely with NPCs, while the green one is for timid players.

The theme was the zombie theme chosen by the girls in advance. A group of seven people entered the secret room, and the surroundings began to smoke. There were some stumps piled up on the surrounding walls and the ground, and there were bloodstains everywhere.

After walking a few steps, three or four girls started to tremble, murmuring fear in their mouths, and followed closely the two boys in front.

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng were no strangers to this kind of scene, and they calmly led them to the first level.

The background setting of the situation is that human beings are occupied by zombies. In order to solve this disaster, the corpse king must be found and destroyed, otherwise human beings will lose completely.

The first question is that there will be a large wave of zombies coming, please count how many zombies there are.

Yu Tingfeng looked at the content of the question stem and became angry: "What are these numbers? Why do zombies still take the application questions? It's really inhuman."

Song Zhaolan and Qi Ran had already begun to bury their heads in the calculations, and they both came up with the answer at the same time: "30896."

Several other girls applauded and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you two are responsible for the brains, and I will leave it to you two."

Another person said: "It's too strong, is this the refreshing feeling of knocking on a strong cp?"

As soon as the words fell, several people started to laugh, Qi Ran pretended to look at them angrily: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Yo yo, but I'm still shy~"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

These people are invited to act, right?

Qi Ran quarreled with his friends a few times, then turned around and said, "Song Zhaolan, don't listen to them...well, what about others?"

Yu Tingfeng pointed to the direction of the corner.

A few girls walked over and were the first to be startled by the sudden movement of the fake corpse hanging on the wall, and screamed in groups: "Ahhhhhh!"

In the panic, I don't know who caught Yu Tingfeng's hand and hugged him into a ball.

Song Zhaolan came out from the shadows, seeing Yu Tingfeng being held firmly by several girls, his eyes flickered.

The next moment, Yu Tingfeng squeezed out by himself, frowned, patted his clothes and sleeves, and left the crowd to move forward.

"Let's go." Song Zhaolan didn't say much, and turned to follow.

Qi Ran and a few girls held hands and followed behind tremblingly.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head and fiddled with the bracelet, accidentally touching the red color.

At this time, the lights in the room flickered twice, and suddenly a few runaway zombies flashed in front of them, rushing towards them with their **** mouths open, and the BGM was still the sound of zombies eating.

"Ahhhhh! Help!"

There was a burst of panic, screams one after another, and several girls hugged each other. When the NPC left, the BGM stopped, and the lights came back on, a lung-cracking voice could be heard: "Ahhh! ghost!"

They all looked forward together, and saw Yu Tingfeng jumped onto Song Zhaolan's body at some point, with his legs hooked around his waist, his face was completely pale, pale after being frightened.

Girls: "..."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

At this moment, Song Zhaolan patted him on the back and said softly, "It's not a ghost, don't be afraid."

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Children are afraid ∑(￣□￣)

Song Zhaolan: Huluhulumao, don’t be scared

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A few cuties in the comment area pointed out the problem of perspective, because this is a group wearing sand glyph, which is biased towards group portraits. It would be more convenient for both camps to have a perspective to tell (maybe my skills are not at home). And each event will have a certain emphasis, for example, the sports meeting is more popular and decent. But now is the time to be aggressive, so there will be more mental activities. Of course, it may also be that everyone is used to it when receiving the perspective, and they don’t find it unusual, but once there is an offensive perspective to tell, it will feel a little too much. If you are very concerned about the angle of view, I will consider changing it to an unknown angle of view.

In addition, it is said that Liu Zhuichui and Yu Tingfeng have a lot of interactions... I can boldly say that Zhang Wei, Sun Yicheng and Yu Tingfeng have more interactions than her, and the two protagonists and the two protagonists will not have any emotional entanglements , you can rest assured.

Accidentally said too much (cover face) Happy reading, everyone! (˙▽˙)