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MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 83
Song Zhaolan returned to the backstage, noticed Yu Tingfeng's gaze from a long distance away, and nodded at him.
Only then did Yu Tingfeng feel relieved.
"Song Zhaolan, where did you go just now? I haven't seen you for a long time." Qi Ran came over and asked.
Song Zhaolan was silent for a while, and Ji Xiuyuan who was at the side replied, "I just asked him to help me a little, what can you do?"
"Oh, that's it." Qi Ran had already changed back into her clothes and was arranging her hair. When she saw Ji Xiuyuan standing beside her, she rolled her eyes and said, "Later, our class is going to perform magic tricks, can you stop the camera from taking pictures of the details?" ?”
"Okay." Song Zhaolan turned around and went to the front of the stage to look for the camera.
After dismissing the person, Qi Ran glanced at Ji Xiuyuan, pulled her back and asked in a low voice: "I want to ask you something, Song Zhaolan doesn't have a girlfriend yet, right?"
Ji Xiuyuan: "No." There is a boyfriend.
"Then when the event is over, can you tell him for me to wait for me in the auditorium, I have something to do with him." Qi Ran said with a blushing face.
Ji Xiuyuan: "What's the matter?"
"Study, study matters." After Qi Ran finished speaking hesitantly, he waved his hand, "I leave this to you."
After Song Zhaolan came back, Ji Xiuyuan told the truth about the matter, but afterwards, she felt that it might not be simple. But there are still a lot of things to be busy at the scene, so she can't allow her to ponder slowly, so she has to hurry up and watch the preparations for the next show.
Song Zhaolan went around and saw that the student union had maintained the order, so he found his friends, they were chatting and chatting very lively.
"Oh, the lord is here, hurry up and take a seat." Xue Canming laughed.
The others got busy and wiped the stools: "Leader, please."
Song Zhaolan sat down in a fog, and said, "Didn't you say that you don't need to call me the leader?"
Xue Canming smiled, touched the clothes on his body and said: "I don't know why, once I put on this clothes and see you all, I can't help but want to call you the leader."
"Me too." Mao Hongxi held a fake sword and drew it vigorously, "I haven't felt this way for a long time."
Yu Xiaohui nodded: "I miss it a bit."
One side fell into homesickness, while the other side burst into bursts of applause, and the demons jumped up and down, almost using this place as their lair.
Seeing this, Wu Xiaoyu sighed straight away: "I never thought that one day we would actually perform with the Demon Cult. If we let our compatriots know about it, wouldn't we laugh so hard?"
Since Zhao Mingdeng broke the precept, he has become even more empty-handed: "It's okay, they won't know anyway."
Everyone: "..." That's right.
Lou Ziying ran back from the other side and said to her friends: "Yu Xiaohui, just now they praised you for looking good today."
Yu Xiaohui was expressionless, and Lou Ziying said again: "Hey, I actually feel that we can all play together. They are discussing going out to climb mountains on New Year's Day. It will be more fun if there are more people."
Xue Canming asked: "They are going to climb the mountain, so let's go to the sea! It happens that I have never seen any sea. I heard that the sea is so big that it can hold the Titanic."
"Be careful and come back with your life." Lou Ziying laughed, "Why don't you play against them, it's quite warm to go hiking in this weather, let's go to the beach again during the summer vacation."
Song Zhaolan looked back, and was surrounded by a group of chattering subordinates discussing plans to climb the mountain, while Yu Tingfeng was sitting in the middle of the crowd, looking at him quietly, and raised his eyebrows at him when he saw him looking over.
Song Zhaolan immediately turned around, pretending nothing happened.
"Leader, what do you think, is it better to climb the mountain or go to the sea?" After Xue Canming asked, he paused, "What are you laughing at?"
"Huh?" Song Zhaolan looked up at them, "What did you say? Can you say it again?"
"Leader, are you hungry?" Xue Canming could only think of this possibility, and the hungry leader would lose his mind. He asked the others, "Do you have any snacks?"
"No, who would bring food at this time." Wu Xiaoyu touched the pockets of his clothes, and he had already changed his clothes.
After finishing speaking, the big guy saw Song Zhaolan take out a piece of cake from his bosom, and ate it like no one else was there.
Everyone: "..."
Wu Xiaoyu: "Leader, what did you put in?"
Xue Canming: "As expected of being the leader of the alliance, there is always something to eat."
Yu Xiaohui: "This cake seems familiar."
Hearing this, everyone leaned over to take a look, and Wu Xiaoyu and Xue Canming recognized it first: "This seems to be Huanji's cake, and it is the shop opened by Yu Tingfeng's mother."
The others had never eaten it, but when they heard Yu Tingfeng's name, they were surprised: "Master, why do you eat their food?"
Song Zhaolan said, "It's delicious."
"It's really delicious." Xue Canming continued, "We passed by that store last time, and his mother stuffed us with a lot of delicious food. It tastes really good."
Yu Xiaohui nodded: "Anyway, that beautiful lady is very nice and innocent."
Mao Hongxi said: "We didn't seem to say what to do to her? By the way, is this really delicious? Leader, give me a taste."
Song Zhaolan stuffed the cake into his mouth: "No more."
Mao Hongxi: "..."Stingy!
Xue Canming persuaded: "Forget it, our lord has always protected food, I will take you to buy it some other day and try it."
Song Zhaolan pinched the packaging bag, looked at it, and laughed silently with his head down.
The following programs were reduced one by one, and the two and a half hours of watching made the students a little tired. Some sat in their seats and started chatting, and some secretly played cards.
Finally, the host began to introduce the last program, and everyone was speechless.
These days, who wants to watch martial arts, isn't it just a group of people cheering and posing, it's about the same as military boxing.
Some people have already got up and are about to leave.
Qi Ran stood at the side of the stage, and couldn't help sweating for them. After the proposal was passed, she was still very worried about the effect, so she specifically asked for better costumes.
In this way, even if everyone's martial arts performance is not good, the audience can applaud for their good looks.
The host retreated from the stage, the stage lights dimmed, and at the same time, the sound of rain sounded, and a rain curtain appeared on the LED screen.
This is not like the opening of military boxing.
The audience couldn't help sitting up straight, and those who were just about to leave looked at the stage curiously.
At this time, a woman in red came to the stage holding an umbrella, followed by a slightly embarrassed man with disheveled hair, panting and pointing in a certain direction. full of hope.
"I'll go, Liu Zhuizhui's outfit looks good, and Zhang Wei looks like a man in ancient costume."
"Is this a drama? What about the martial arts performance that was promised?"
"Is there such a sense of story?"
There were whispers in the audience, but the sound of rain in the background became more and more urgent.
A group of people in black clothes suddenly appeared on the stage, wearing bamboo hats and striding forward. Tu Minghua gave a loud shout, and the others threw punches and uppercuts one after another. Their movements were quick and uniform, and the stage was shaken several times by their steps. , The momentum is domineering.
The audience was stunned. They didn't expect that this group of people from Class F would fight with style. The speed of punching and the strength of kicking alone made people overwhelmed, and they would not dare to provoke them in the future.
This group of people showed their martial arts for two full minutes, and the audience thought it was over, so they burst into applause, but the woman in red, played by Liu Zhuizhui, had a desperate expression on her face, as if she was afraid of being caught by this group of people. The man fled in the other direction.
At this time, Sun Yicheng turned over and jumped onto the lap of the person next to him, and then used the shoulder of the person behind him to turn and chase after him.
Several other people also practiced somersaults, or held on to the bamboo hats and went straight there.
Audiences:! !
Geng Yiming, as the only one who doesn't know martial arts, can only be responsible for playing handsome. He took off his bamboo hat, revealing a face with scars, and pointed his sword directly at the throat of the woman in red.
"Ahhh, Liu Zhuizhui, run!" The girl next to the stage couldn't help but yelled out.
"Geng Yiming, if you dare to touch my wife, you will die."
"Geng Yiming's scar is so cool!"
"Aren't you going back to the dormitory? Why don't you leave?"
At this time, a figure leaped out, kicked the sword away from Geng Yiming's hand, and slapped his chest twice. Geng Yiming rolled on the ground twice, then sat up on his knees with the sword in his hands, keeping his shape still, and called it a day. .
The woman in red quickly got up, hid behind the visitor, and pointed at the group of men in black in horror.
The person who came was holding a sword in his hand, he raised his thumb, and with a sound of "clank", the sword came out of its sheath.
He pulled out the sword, and with a flash of cold light, he rushed towards the last man in black without saying a word, each move was crisp and neat, and the sword tried to hurt the man in black several times, but was easily avoided.
"It's so exciting! Are they really not stuntmen?"
"The sword dancer is Mao Hongxi from Class A, right? How can he be so good at swordplay?"
A leader usually likes to watch martial arts dramas the most. Seeing this scene, he clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good sword, good sword!"
The woman in red turned around and went to ask someone for help. After a while, three people ran up the stage, one of them was wearing a blue short jacket, and it was Xue Canming, who started fighting with Sun Yicheng with his bare hands.
Wu Xiaoyu was wearing tattered clothes, holding a rotten rice bowl in one hand, and a stick and Tu Minghua in the other.
And Zhao Mingdeng and several other people also made gestures. For a while, the stage seemed to be duel, but it was chaotic and orderly, which made people dazzled and passionate.
"Damn it, hit him! Hook his legs! Hit him on the head!"
"The speed is so fast, it will take a few years of practice to achieve it? They didn't enroll in martial arts classes since they were young, did they?"
"Ahhhhh teacher, please give us back your phone, I want to record it!"
"I feel like I'm watching a live martial arts show, it's so cool!"
"They are so handsome, woo woo woo, even Geng Yiming and Zhang Wei are much more pleasing to the eye!"
Seeing that they had no time to take care of her, the woman in red hurriedly tried to escape, but was spotted by a man in black and stopped in front of her.
The audience hung their hearts for a moment, nervously waiting for the next development. Although they knew that someone might appear, they were still nervous for her and curious about who would appear next.
"Did Song Zhaolan come out? A scene where a hero saves the beauty?"
"It should be him, almost all the boys have come out."
"It's Yu Xiaohui?! My god, it's her!"
A white shadow flashed past, grabbed the man in black's wrist, and folded back, the man in black fell down in pain.
Yu Xiaohui was dressed in white. Just as she was about to deal with this one, she raised her foot backwards without looking back, and kicked the sneak attacker behind her in the jaw, causing another person to fall down.
Yu Xiaohui has a light figure, and every kick she raises and kicks has strength, but she still has a sense of beauty, which makes people surprise again and again.
"??? And you said she is not the reincarnation of Xiao Longnu?"
"Yu Xiaohui is really amazing! What kind of man do you want, Yu Xiaohui is so sweet!"
"I really want to hang out with beautiful women."
"I declare that Yu Xiaohui is my goddess!"
The fighting gradually stopped, and there was no winner. The swordsman and his opponent were always behind the stage.
Suddenly, the man in black snatched the swordsman's sword, and quickly struck it against his chest.
"Look behind, there is a situation! The swordsman is about to lose!"
"What? Does the swordsman hide love in his heart?"
"Swordsman, fight back!"
"By the way, who is that black man?" Some students couldn't help standing up to see the real face under the bamboo hat.
Just when the man in black was about to make a move, a white figure suddenly appeared on the opposite side, lifted the scabbard in the swordsman's hand, and flew the hat of the man in black.
"Ah! The man in black is Yu Tingfeng! So **** handsome!"
"When did Song Zhaolan go on stage?!"
"Song Zhaolan's outfit, I've seen it thousands of times and never get tired of it, please put this look on me!"
"Ah! Is this scene connected to the last scene of the show just now?!"
"!!"
The black and white figures moved almost at the same time, and the others dispersed to make room for the two.
If the duels in the first few groups were breathtaking, then this last group is definitely an eye-opener.
Maybe it's because the contrast is too great. No one thought that Yu Tingfeng would be so handsome when he looked serious, let alone that Song Zhaolan could know martial arts? !
It's true that people who are better than you work harder than you, Song Zhaolan must be secretly learning martial arts in a place where they can't see, and beat them to death!
The two of them moved at the same speed, before they had time to see clearly, they had already made several moves. Even though the audience did not know martial arts, they could still tell whether the posture was standard or not. Moreover, the two seem to have a tacit understanding, attacking and defending properly.
But in the eyes of martial arts practitioners, it's not that simple. The more tacit understanding they seem, the more evenly matched they are in reality. Every move is caught by the opponent and counterattacked.
Moreover, the moves of the two became more and more strange, and gradually deviated from the movements during rehearsal.
This is a real fight, the people on the stage thought so.
Yu Tingfeng was the first person to discover this problem. When Song Zhaolan stretched out his palm to his chest instead of passing it past his ear, he knew that the other party really wanted to fight him.
No wonder, Song Zhaolan had always wanted to compete with him, so he just took this opportunity to fight him.
When Song Zhaolan realized that he was starting to deal with it seriously, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then his moves became more and more fierce, relying on his quick reflexes, he dodged a few palms. When the opponent uses the hidden wind finger, lean back, the upper body is almost parallel to the stage, and then stand up straight.
There was a burst of applause and shouts from the audience: "Young man, what a waist!"
Song Zhaolan: "..."
When he was distracted, Yu Tingfeng hit his right shoulder. He stepped back a few steps, and Yu Tingfeng's expression suddenly changed: "Be careful."
Song Zhaolan stepped on the edge of the stage, and before he could react, Yu Tingfeng grabbed his waist in time and pulled him back forcefully.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"I'm a dirt dog, and I love to watch this kind of stuff!"
"Although, in such a good scene, why isn't the protagonist Liu Zhuizhui or Yu Xiaohui?"
"What do you know, this is called surprise hehehe!"
"I really want to knock evil/religion!"
Song Zhaolan looked at him for a moment, blinked, and said in a low voice, "I lost."
Then flashed out from his arms, and resumed his rehearsal posture, Yu Tingfeng immediately followed.
In the end, regardless of the outcome, the two slapped each other, stepped back from each other, and stared at each other.
The sound of rain continued, Liu Zhuizhui was half lying on the ground, with long hair hanging down in front of him, I felt sorry for him.
Yu Xiaohui picked up the red umbrella on the ground and held it on Liu Zhuizhui's head.
Liu Zhuizhui raised his head to look at her, his face was pale, and he held the handle of the umbrella.
The two figures, one red and one white, were particularly beautiful, and the sound of the rain stopped.
The audience couldn't help but croaked and applauded for the ending. On the premise of creating a story, they showed martial arts again, like a real Jianghu drama. This is definitely the best performance tonight. Some even He said that he wanted to learn martial arts when he had time.
The audience began to whisper to each other, discussing this unparalleled performance.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Liu Zhuizhui jumped up suddenly, kicked the umbrella away, and with a strange smile on his red lips, he suddenly made a move, and the move went straight to greet Yu Xiaohui, and the two immediately started fighting.
The sound of the rain rose sharply, and the sound was more urgent and faster than before. When the lights gradually dimmed, the group of people could still be seen fighting chaotically in the rainy night again.
Everyone held their breath, and when the lights came back on and the stage was empty, everyone woke up. This time it was really over.
The playground was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of screaming, which could not stop for a long time.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh this ending is amazing!"
"It turned out to be an open ending?! Help, I really want to know what happened to them in the end?!"
"Is Liu Zhuichui the big boss? Oh my god, it's so touching!"
"Why do I feel that the boss is someone else? Everyone is very likely!"
"This is the real arena!"
Ji Xiuyuan excitedly grabbed Qi Ran's hand: "Ahhh! They performed well! I knew they could do it better than I expected!"
Qi Ran covered her mouth and almost burst into tears: "Great, is the ending what you want?"
"No, I just made a suggestion to Song Zhaolan. Adding a story will make it easier to attract the audience, and then he used this ending." Ji Xiuyuan was about to cry, "Oh my God, they just walked around during the rehearsal, I thought it was just Just play around."
"Me too!" Qi Ran hugged her, and the two of them were happy.
Song Zhaolan and others returned to the backstage and were cheered by all the contestants, who surrounded them and asked about the details of the performance just now.
Others couldn't help showing joy, or complacency, or humbly answering questions with the students.
The host announced on the stage that the art festival was officially over, and the teachers and student unions of each class organized the students to return to the classroom to put the benches.
The students were still immersed in the performance just now, and the road was full of discussions.
Several leaders couldn't help but exchanged their viewing experience, and finally patted the director on the shoulder: "Your students in this class are amazing."
The director laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "That's because they are fighting for their own strength."
The actors in the backstage gradually dispersed. After returning the costumes to the person in charge, they went back to the dormitory talking and laughing.
Song Zhaolan looked around and didn't see Yu Tingfeng, so he came to the empty auditorium, found a chair and sat down, looked down at his feet.
At this time, someone came in, and before the person approached, he asked, "Where did you go? Why didn't I see you just now?"
"What do you think?" Yu Tingfeng walked up to him and knelt down, took out a piece of plaster, and then pulled up his trouser legs, "Take off your shoes, let me see."
Song Zhaolan followed suit.
Yu Tingfeng pinched his ankle, Song Zhaolan frowned in pain.
"It's all so swollen, why are you trying so hard in the end, wouldn't it be enough to fool around a little bit?" Yu Tingfeng frowned.
"It's the last moment, how can all previous efforts be wasted."
Yu Tingfeng put the plaster on him silently, and after a while, he asked, "Did you hurt him when you almost fell?"
"Um."
Yu Tingfeng stroked his ankle lightly, regretfully said: "If I had known it earlier, I would have just surrendered, what's the comparison?"
"It's not your fault." Song Zhaolan held his face with both hands, looked into his eyes, and smiled lightly, "Blame me, I have no resistance to two things in my life."
Yu Tingfeng asked: "Which two?"
"Yu Tingfeng's martial arts, and Yu Tingfeng's red bean cake."