MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 66

Song Zhaolan pulled the progress bar back to ten minutes ago and looked at it again.

Each frame is zoomed in, and Yu Tingfeng's expression is more obvious, impatient, silent, hesitant, nervous and expectant, smelly and shameless... In places where no one sees, Yu Tingfeng Stopping the wind completely put his mood on his face.

Song Zhaolan locked the door and walked to the dean's office. The other party was browsing the forum, and his face was so angry that it almost changed shape: "These little **** are scolding me again."

"Director, I leave the key here." Song Zhaolan handed over the key of the surveillance room to the table.

The director was startled, raised his head from the screen, and smiled mischievously: "Oh, it's you, was it caught?"

"Not sure yet." Song Zhaolan said, "We'll let you know when we confirm."

"Alright." The director quickly waved his hand, "Go back to the classroom."

After class, Xue Canming surrounded Song Zhaolan again and asked, "Who is the suspect?"

"Let's go to Class F first." Song Zhaolan ordered.

"Look! I said it must be something good they did!" Xue Canming cursed and followed them downstairs to class F.

The corridor of Class F was as bustling as people going to a market, huddled together, joking and joking, making a mess.

At this moment, someone in the crowd yelled, "Why are people from Class A here?"

There was a moment of silence in the corridor, and everyone looked at the group of uninvited guests with puzzled expressions.

Class A and Class F have always been at odds, which is already an old tradition in No. 1 Middle School.

In society, status is determined by fame and fortune, while in schools, people are recognized by grades. The top and bottom are the most incapable of empathy, and they don't like each other.

But there is only one phenomenon that can break this barrier and be popular no matter where it is, that is appearance.

No matter how much people in Class F scolded Class A for being pedantic nerds in private, seeing Song Zhaolan and Yu Xiaohui, they still couldn't help being elated.

"What are you doing here?" A girl raised her voice, and then pretended to unintentionally arrange her hair.

"Let's look for Yu Tingfeng." Song Zhaolan said politely, "Is he in the classroom?"

The girl turned her head and yelled into the classroom, Sun Yicheng slipped out first, before anyone could see clearly, she said fiercely: "Who is interrupting our boss's homework! Boss, Song Zhaolan and the others have come to our territory to provoke, come quickly! "

Yu Tingfeng put down his homework and walked outside, and his subordinates followed one by one.

The two people with their own aura looked at each other, and the people around them subconsciously quieted down, paying attention to their movements.

"What's the matter?" Yu Tingfeng swept around, "The battle is so big?"

"Are all your people here?" Song Zhaolan looked at a group of loyal people behind him.

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Xue Canming said first: "We suspect that some of you vandalized public property and stole the photos on the bulletin board!"

As soon as the words came out, some of the onlookers immediately said: "No wonder I said why I didn't see the photos this afternoon, and I thought they hadn't been posted."

"But who is so boring to steal these photos?"

Yu Tingfeng's face darkened: "Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

"Who said no, we checked the surveillance!" Xue Canming said eloquently.

Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan, seeing that he had no intention of refuting, he turned around and asked, "Which of you stole the photos?"

Sun Yicheng shouted: "I don't have any! If I steal the photos, I won't even grow taller in my next life!"

Liu Zhuizhui said disdainfully: "Who cares about those photos, they didn't show the beauty of my old lady at all. After all, I have to thank the kind-hearted people who stole the photos."

Zhang Wei's eyes were glued to Yu Xiaohui's body, but his mouth was not idle: "No one really wants to steal photos. The few of us stick together all day long, and we can all testify to each other."

Xue Canming chuckled: "Target each other? Then tell me, what did Yu Tingfeng do by himself when he didn't go back to the dormitory for lunch break?"

The subordinates fell silent and looked at Yu Tingfeng at the same time. No one really knew what he was doing during his lunch break?

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a while, his brows furrowed slightly: "Where I go is none of your business, I didn't..."

"He's with me." Song Zhaolan suddenly interrupted his words.

Yu Tingfeng was startled, staring at him intently, a smile flashed across his eyes.

The female students began to boo, but the pros and cons were struck by lightning, as if they heard about Nuwa and God being together, colorful expressions flashed across their faces.

The corridor was extremely lively, and students from other classes on this floor ran out to watch, rubbing their shoulders to the front, but no one dared to squeeze into the center, and Geng Yiming could only stand nearby and watch.

Zhang Wei was very puzzled: "Isn't it normal for them to be together?"

Xue Canming put his head in his hands: "How could this happen!"

Sun Yicheng has nothing to love: "Where is it normal?"

The others also looked greatly shocked.

Zhang Weidao: "A president of the student union and a director of the sports department are discussing the affairs of the student union together. Isn't there an art festival coming up next month? There are a lot of things to arrange."

After a while, Xue Canming patted his chest: "It makes sense, it makes sense."

Sun Yicheng let out a long sigh of relief: "That's no problem, it's just working normally, and there is no dark secret."

Darkness.

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng glanced at each other at the same time.

Sun Yicheng started pointing at Xue Canming: "Students, take a look, this person not only slandered us, but also slandered our boss, he really has a vicious heart!"

Class F's emotions were inflamed, and they were clamoring for an explanation, otherwise they would not be able to die well.

Geng Yiming stood up to Song Zhaolan without thinking, leading his brothers to scold class F.

When the people in other buildings heard the commotion, they thought for a while that there was going to be a gang fight again, and even the entrance of the corridor was full of people watching the excitement.

Xue Canming squeezed Song Zhaolan's shoulder, not sure himself: "Tell me, is the suspect from the Demon Cult?"

Song Zhaolan's eyes were still searching the crowd, then he looked away and asked, "In your team, there is a boy who is always sneaky and hooked around his waist, why isn't he here?"

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at Tu Minghua. Tu Minghua had been calculating for a long time, and sighed, "Boss, it seems that this matter is really not good for us..."

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did Tang Yuan go?"

Tang Yuan is their spy. On weekdays, he is always on the lookout, looking for all kinds of news, and rarely gets together with them. He also belongs to that kind of inconspicuous marginal student in the class.

"He disappeared after class." Sun Yicheng said in a low voice.

"He's not here, let's talk about it after the evening self-study is over." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Okay." Song Zhaolan turned around, looked at the dense crowd, and took out the red armband from his pocket, "The student union is doing business, please let me go."

Everyone: "..."

After they left, Zhang Wei said, "It's gone, it's all gone."

Sun Yicheng approached Yu Tingfeng and asked in a low voice: "Are we really going to hand over Tang Yuan? What if he was wronged? Even if he was not wronged, but he is one of us, how can he be easily handed over to the martial arts decent sect? Will he come back alive?"

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him, and said, "Didn't you see that Song Zhaolan put on the red armband on purpose? This is telling everyone that they are doing things for the student union, not pure martial arts grievances. If they find Wrong people, we can make them apologize, but we can't directly resist, understand?"

Sun Yicheng seems to understand but not understand.

"Besides, Tang Yuan acted alone to find out for us, did any of you order him to steal the photos?" Yu Tingfeng said in a deep voice.

Several people glanced at each other and shook their heads in denial.

"Does he have two minds?" Sun Yicheng speculated.

"So it's the best choice to hand him over. Let people from the student union investigate him, and deal with him as he wants."

Zhang Wei was stunned: "Boss, you look like a king now! So cool!"

Sun Yicheng proudly said: "That's right, it's scary for our boss to calm down."

Zhang Wei looked over adoringly, and saw the king strode back to his seat, restarted his homework, and scratched his head sadly.

Zhang Wei: "..." Kings are sometimes defeated by homework.

After the evening self-study, the students went to the dormitory in groups. Yu Tingfeng called Tang Yuan aside and asked him to follow.

"Where are we going?" Tang Yuan followed them and found that the direction was not right. "Isn't the dormitory on the other side? Boss, did you go wrong?"

A group of people were silent, and the atmosphere was strange.

Tang Yuan hugged his clothes tightly and bowed his waist habitually. When he came to the basketball court, he was even more confused: "Isn't it so late to play basketball? The lights are going to be turned off soon, be careful that the student union remembers again our name."

"Don't panic." Tu Minghua patted him on the shoulder, "The student union is waiting for you right ahead."

"What are you waiting for me?" Tang Yuan looked forward curiously, and saw a group of people standing under the streetlight not far away, either squatting or standing, all eyes focused on him.

"Someone brought it here, is it him?" Yu Tingfeng rubbed his neck, "You'd better show evidence that he did it."

Tang Yuan froze on the spot with a puzzled expression on his face. He saw that the group of decent martial arts people surrounded him, while his own people stood on the periphery. No one spoke, and they didn't fight each other. The scene was very strange.

Xue Canming and others circled around him.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yuan was dizzy and rubbed his arms, "We don't know each other, right?"

Song Zhaolan who stood aside said, "It's him."

Xue Canming also stopped: "That's right, it's the back of the dog! Tell me honestly, what are you doing stealing the photos on the bulletin board?!"

"What photo?" Tang Yuan rolled his eyes quickly, and then he noticed that there was a bulletin board on the side of the road, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Don't be so stubborn, we have found out." Xue Canming said.

"Nonsense, where did you get the evidence!" Tang Yuan thought that there were no leaks, and even cleaned the footprints at the scene, so it was impossible to leave any traces.

"Do you want evidence?" Song Zhaolan took out a printed piece of paper and stretched it out in front of him, "Is this person you?"

Tang Yuan:! !

Mistake, I was famous for a lifetime, but lost to high technology!

Yu Tingfeng took the paper, and his subordinates gathered around to take a look. The person who stole the photo on the picture is the same as the person in front of him, and there is no possibility of whitewashing.

"Tell me, why did you do such a thing?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Tang Yuan was silent, with a heroic expression: "You don't want to get something out of my mouth, just step over my corpse if you have the ability."

This obviously hit their weak point. The upright martial arts seldom use the death penalty to extract a confession, so they can only stand in a stalemate with him, waiting for his conscience to wake up.

"Really?" Yu Tingfeng sneered, "Sun Yicheng, prepare the tiger stool for him."

"Okay, the many kinds of torture we have studied haven't come into use yet, so we can finally try it this time." Sun Yicheng eagerly grabbed his hands.

Tang Yuan's face turned pale, his family must know their own methods, as if he had already felt what the torturer felt on him, he said tremblingly: "I say I say!"

Martial arts decent: "..."

Tang Yuan looked around, fixed his eyes on Song Zhaolan, lowered his head and said, "I stole the photo because I wanted to admire Song Zhaolan's demeanor."

Martial arts decent: "..."

Demon Cult members: "..."

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng, and Yu Tingfeng said, "Sun Yicheng, tiger stool."

Sun Yicheng: "Okay!"

"I was wrong, I said I said!" Tang Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy, "I just want a photo of a person."

"Then why did you steal everyone's?" Song Zhaolan asked interrogatively.

Tang Yuan: "I'm afraid that if I only steal one, it will arouse suspicion."

Song Zhaolan: "Then if you stole a slice, no one will suspect it?"

"..." Tang Yuan said, "I thought no one would find out, but I didn't expect you to..."

"I found surveillance." Song Zhaolan paused and asked, "Why did you go to such lengths to steal the photos?"

"Because the photos are beautiful, I want to keep them for myself." Tang Yuan's voice was very soft.

Yu Tingfeng suddenly asked: "You mean Song Zhaolan?"

Song Zhaolan was startled, glanced at him, but didn't know what to say, so he could only purse his lips and suppress the smile on his lips.

Fortunately, Tang Yuan had just mentioned Song Zhaolan, so no one noticed the abnormality in Yu Tingfeng's words.

"It's not Song Zhaolan." Tang Yuan said.

Sun Yicheng patted his head bitterly: "Say it or not, I'm really on the tiger bench!"

"Can you be more civilized?" Xue Canming couldn't help but say, "You let people think about their names."

Sun Yicheng: "...Do you think he would steal someone's photo without even knowing their name?"

"I'm familiar with this scene. Isn't this the daily routine of licking dogs? I also wanted to make the goddess..." Zhang Wei was suddenly blessed, and halfway through speaking, seeing Yu Xiaohui looking over, he immediately said seriously, " Cough, I also admired the photo of classmate Yu Xiaohui at the time, and I yearned for it. As the saying goes, Guan Guan Jujiu is in the river continent, a fair lady, I really want to pursue, I really want to pursue..."

Yu Xiao: "Chen Yuting."

"I'm coming too! Dangdangdangdang!" Chen Yuting took a few steps forward, walked in Beijing opera steps, and let Zhang Wei go around in circles, "Say what you just said again, hey!"

Zhang Wei: "..." Where did the neuropathy come from, bad luck!

As the situation became more and more chaotic, Song Zhaolan shouted to stop: "Stop making trouble, time is running out, please hurry up and tell the truth, whose photo do you want to take, and what is your intention?"

Tang Yuan bit his lower lip, and still refused to reveal the other party's name.

"Don't force him anymore." A woman stood up behind Song Zhaolan: "What he wants to take is my photo."

Everyone looked over, and the decent people in the martial arts world were even more puzzled.

"Ziying, why are you bothering?" Tang Yuan said sadly, "I can bear it alone, so don't stand up."

"Tang Lang, can I bear to see you suffer alone? What if the people from the Demon Cult really want to put you on a tiger bench?" Lou Ziying walked to him, took his hand, and announced to the others, "Fact As you can see, Tang Yuan and I are in love."

! !

Among the people present, Zhang Wei was probably the only one who was not so shocked that his soul went out of his body.

"Lou Ziying, he is a member of the Demon Cult!" Xue Canming said sadly, "Why have you been corrupted by the Demon Cult?"

Lou Ziying said: "We both like each other."

Wu Xiaoyu said in disbelief: "But, there is no balance between good and evil."

Hearing this, Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng again, who knew that the other party was also watching him.