MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 93

Not long after, the police came to them to make investigation records, and Yu Tingfeng told the whole story, of course omitting the matter of women's clothing.

"Why did he sneak up on you, a boy?" the policeman was puzzled.

Yu Tingfeng looked embarrassed, and glanced at the people in the room: "Anyway, that's what happened."

"Auntie, let's go out first." Song Zhaolan said suddenly.

After everyone else left, Yu Tingfeng explained how he was forced to dress up as a woman, and how he fought back after being attacked.

The policeman pursed his lips tightly, obviously suppressing a smile.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Your kid is considered a meritorious service." The police officer took the record, told him to rest well, and then left.

That night, Song Zhaolan was sent home by Song Nian, unable to sleep in the middle of the night, and wanted to call Yu Tingfeng, but was afraid that he would fall asleep.

Early the next morning, he got up and went to the hospital.

In the ward, only the old horse was accompanying the bed. Yu Huan went to the shop and brought Yaya along. Now the old horse was sleeping soundly on the folding bed.

Song Zhaolan pushed open the door lightly, and the person on the hospital bed woke up. He turned around and saw that it was him, and smiled at him: "It's so early."

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Song Zhaolan asked standing at the door.

"casual."

Song Zhaolan went downstairs to buy three breakfasts, and when she returned to the ward, she saw the doctor changing Yu Tingfeng's dressing, and the sound of the old horse washing his face came from the toilet.

He put the breakfast on the table next to him, then walked to the doctor, watched him skillfully change the dressing, and then found that the doctor was young and handsome, and Yu Tingfeng's eyes swept over the doctor's face from time to time.

"How old are you?" Yu Tingfeng asked the doctor.

"Twenty-eight."

"He's pretty good-looking, are you married yet?" Yu Tingfeng asked again.

Song Zhaolan glanced at him.

"No." The doctor answered his words, but he didn't stop moving his hands, his expression was very focused, his brows and eyes were a little stern, and he seemed to be a cold person.

"Why haven't you got married yet?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"It's not something you need to worry about." After the doctor finished speaking, he bandaged the wound on his knee, "I can leave the hospital tomorrow, just come back for regular dressing changes and checkups."

"Okay." Yu Tingfeng smiled, "Your bandaging skills are quite good, and you even tied a bow."

"Well, cute, it suits you." The doctor said blankly.

Yu Tingfeng laughed out loud, and after watching the doctor leave, he reached out to grab Song Zhaolan's hand, but he dodged it.

"Eat." Song Zhaolan opened the table, "Mr. Ma, come over to eat after washing."

"Okay." Ma Jingyang's face was dripping with water, and he came out to eat the buns, "Thank you Xiao Song, you came to see him so early?"

"Go back after eating." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Yes, Xiao Song, you should go back to rest early after eating. You were also shocked last night, so sleep well at home today." Ma Jingyang said.

Yu Tingfeng: "Mine is you."

Ma Jingyang: "?"

After the meal, Ma Jingyang confirmed again and again: "Do you really want me to go?"

"Otherwise, how embarrassing it would be for me to be in the same room with you two elders." Yu Tingfeng said.

Ma Jingyang: "Okay, then I'll go to the store to see how your mother is doing, and I'll come back to accompany you at night."

"Whoever wants you to accompany, go quickly." Yu Tingfeng pushed him out, "Close the door."

The door closed with a click, and Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan with a smile on his side: "Come here, it's too far away, I can't even hug you."

Song Zhaolan took out a few papers from his schoolbag expressionlessly and put them on the table: "Hurry up and do your homework."

"No, I'm already like this, and you still want to force me to do my homework?"

"Who said you have to study hard?"

"Then give me a kiss first, and I'll write right away."

"Want to write or not." Song Zhaolan sat at the other end of the table and started to do her homework.

It's just that Yu Tingfeng is always dishonest, not fiddling with his hands and feet, but lying on the other side of the table, staring at him, laughing twice, and sighing again.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhaolan raised his eyes and asked.

"Look at you." Yu Tingfeng smiled, "The more you look at you, the more beautiful you are."

Song Zhaolan froze for a few seconds, bowed his head and quickly solved the problem.

"Do you think that doctor looks a bit like you just now?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan asked without raising his head, "Where does it look like?"

"It's hard to get close to him, but he's still not as good-looking as you." Yu Tingfeng said, "I was just thinking, how handsome you would be if you wore that white suit, don't you think?"

Song Zhaolan turned to look at the doctors and nurses passing by the door: "Really?"

"Of course it is, that dress really matches your temperament." Yu Tingfeng was excited, and accidentally untied the bow on his knee, and it couldn't be tied well no matter what.

Song Zhaolan stretched out his hand to help fasten it.

"Look, the bows you tie are even prettier than his." Yu Tingfeng couldn't help but think of Song Zhaolan in a white coat, and smiled happily, "You have a smart mind and precise technique, maybe it's someone else The angel in white in the mouth. If I get hurt in the future, I can let you come and heal me directly, so I don’t want these outsiders to come.”

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yu Tingfeng looked at him with a smile, and was about to hold his hand, when a boy with a walking stick came in from outside: "Boss! What's wrong with you, Boss? I heard that your leg was broken too?"

Yu Tingfeng withdrew his hand and looked at Sun Yicheng with a dark face: "Why are you here?"

"I was sent to this hospital last night. I just got up and saw the news. I'll come to visit you right away."

"You have a broken leg, why don't you lie down properly, why are you running around?"

"It's connected to Xue Canming, it's very convenient to have a walking stick. Boss, do you want to use the walking stick?" Sun Yicheng said, noticing Song Zhaolan beside the bed, "Why are you here?!"

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng were silent for a while, and looked at each other, Yu Tingfeng's eyes were full of questioning, Song Zhaolan thought for a while, then nodded.

The corners of Yu Tingfeng's mouth were slightly curved, and he turned to look at Sun Yicheng: "Because we..."

Before he finished speaking, a few more people broke in at the door, they were Tu Minghua Tang Yuan and Liu Zhuizhui.

"Boss, how are you?"

"Boss, I brought you something to eat."

"Boss, I specially downloaded a game, and I will play with you today."

"Old Sun is here too, so let's play mahjong."

Several people were chattering, and they were not surprised to see Song Zhaolan. Tu Minghua also shared a drink for Song Zhaolan.

Sun Yicheng asked curiously, "He's Song Zhaolan, why are you being so friendly to him?"

Tu Minghua tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, Song Zhaolan is our boss' lifesaver."

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng looked puzzled, and heard Tu Minghua and Sun Yicheng say: "I told you about the situation last night, the boss was kicked down the mountain by a pervert, thanks to Song Zhaolan who caught him in time, and I was also killed." He was seriously injured, so the boss didn't roll down the cliff, and died of exhaustion."

Yu Tingfeng:?

Yu Tingfeng looked at Liu Zhuizhui,

Liu Zhuizhui took an apple, sat down on the edge of the bed, bit it leisurely, and talked eloquently: "You guys don't know how urgent the situation was at that time! It was dark and dark, deep in the mountains and old forests, danger was imminent! I saw Song Zhaolan in the boss's fall The moment they went down, they stretched out the hand of justice. By the time everyone realized it, the two of them were already in love...ah no, they rolled down round and round several times. If it wasn't for Song Zhaolan One stop, our boss may really leave this world smoothly, and his body may be smashed to pieces."

Those who heard it were really sad and those who saw it burst into tears. This group of people escorted Sun Yicheng to the hospital in advance last night. They didn't know the details behind it at all. Hearing what Liu Zhuizhui said, the way they looked at Song Zhaolan changed.

Yu Tingfeng tugged on Cha Liu Zhuichui's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Broken to pieces? Yu Xi"

"What do you know?" Liu Zhuizhui pulled back his sleeves and pouted in Song Zhaolan's direction.

Yu Tingfeng looked over and saw his subordinates offering their snacks to Song Zhaolan one after another. Even Sun Yicheng threw his milk into his arms very awkwardly.

Since this group of subordinates came to visit and asked around Yu Tingfeng non-stop, Song Zhaolan had to take the papers to a corner to do.

Half an hour later, footsteps were heard outside again, Xue Canming, Wu Xiaoyu and other martial arts righteous people also came.

Several people saw Song Zhaolan first, and asked, "Are you not injured?"

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "It's a small matter, it doesn't hinder, why are you here?"

Several people looked at each other, hesitated to speak, and finally Yu Xiaohui explained the purpose of coming: "Come and see Yu Tingfeng."

The parents were scared to death after they were sent home last night. They learned from the parents that the pervert was not only obscene, but also committed rape.

It turned out to be a demon that everyone shouted to beat, but suddenly became an envoy of justice, which made them a little confused.

But one yard counts, and Yu Tingfeng was injured as a result. They should come to visit. Ji Xiuyuan even brought two fruit baskets from home.

Within a short while, the ward was full of people, and the atmosphere was confusing and awkward.

Ji Xiuyuan inexplicably had the illusion that they wanted to make friends, but were too embarrassed to take the initiative to speak up, and asked, "Then what, don't stand still, I brought mahjong, does anyone want to play?"

Liu Zhuizhui made the first promise, and then pulled Tu Minghua, and Ji Xiuyuan also called Shangyu Xiaohui.

The mahjong table was bustling with activity, Xue Canming glanced at it, and suddenly called out: "Hello."

Sun Yicheng was taken aback: "You called me?"

"How are your legs?"

"It's okay, thanks." Sun Yicheng finished in a low voice, then looked at Wu Xiaoyu again, "You still have your car, thank you."

Wu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "You're welcome, it's just a little effort."

The atmosphere eased slightly, everyone played their own way, and occasionally asked each other a word or two. Everyone eats lunch together, and the takeaway ordered is delivered to the ward.

Yu Tingfeng said unhappily: "You guys use my place as a camping place? Why do you order such delicious food? Are you pure-hearted to seduce me?"

"Wu Xiaoyu ordered it. He is rich and ordered a lot!" Sun Yicheng said.

Wu Xiaoyu said: "I'm sorry I forgot that your wounded can't eat spicy food. I'll order another one for you."

"No need, I'll just eat this." Yu Tingfeng took a box of cabbage and ate it.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head and suppressed a smile, and handed his box of ribs to him: "Eat this."

"I won't eat yours."

Seeing this, Tu Minghua murmured to Liu Zhuizhui in a low voice, "Why is the boss treating his benefactor like this? He was so kind, and he refused too quickly."

"You know what a fart." Liu Zhuizhui said, "He was obviously afraid that his benefactor would not have enough to eat. It would be embarrassing to say it, and he has no masculinity at all."

"Nonsense, the boss is very powerful."

"That's an outsider." Liu Zhuizhui rolled his eyes, "See if he dares to be fierce to his wife."

"Wow, I don't know what the boss' wife will be like in the future?"

Liu Zhuizhui glanced at Song Zhaolan, buried his head in digging for food: "The kind that will surprise you."

On the day of school, Yu Tingfeng could be discharged from the hospital, but the doctor suggested that he should lie down and rest at home for a few more days, but Yu Tingfeng refused. He could still see Song Zhaolan at school, so what's the fun of staying at home?

However, walking was still a little bumpy, so I simply went to class with crutches just like Sun Yicheng.

Unexpectedly, he became a celebrity.

As soon as he entered the school, countless people he knew and didn't know came to say hello and gave him a thumbs up: "Yu Tingfeng, you are so awesome."

During the class, the teachers also praised Yu Tingfeng greatly, but they also suggested that they should pay attention to their own safety when encountering such a thing next time.

The school leaders specially sent the dean to greet him, and they also specially praised Yu Tingfeng at the flag-raising ceremony, listing him as one of the top ten figures on campus.

Not only that, but Ma Jingyang also told him that the police decided to give him a bravery award and a bonus.

At the end of the day, Yu Tingfeng felt a little flustered.

It wasn't until Song Zhaolan threw a stack of homework in front of him that he came to his senses: "Isn't it, so much to do?!"

The two sat in the student activity room, and Song Zhaolan knocked on the table: "You haven't done it these days, you've all fallen behind, so hurry up and do the questions."

Yu Tingfeng put the crutches aside, and really picked up his homework and started to do it seriously.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng smiled and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm just a little surprised that you do the questions so obediently."

Yu Tingfeng laughed twice, flipped through the Chinese paper, the topic of the composition was "ideal and life".

"Didn't I tell you? I have to study hard so that I can take care of you in the future." Yu Tingfeng scratched the composition question twice at will, "I think I seem to have found something I want to do. It's ideal."

"What ideal?" Song Zhaolan asked curiously.

"I want to be a policeman." Yu Tingfeng said surprisingly, "They are very handsome, and their clothes are also very handsome."

He didn't understand the real meaning of punishing the evil and promoting the good until today. He just happened to solve a bastard, but invisibly saved the victims who had been or were about to be hurt. He was called a hero by countless people.

It never occurred to him that he, too, could be called a hero.

In the past, he practiced martial arts to protect himself, but now he doesn't need it. Is it possible to use spare energy to protect the people in front of me, and more people?

Song Zhaolan: "Is it really just because the clothes are handsome?"

"It's still very powerful, and everyone has to cooperate with them in handling the case." Yu Tingfeng shook his head coolly, "It's very majestic."

"But there will be danger." Song Zhaolan reminded.

"You think I'm afraid of such a thing?"

Song Zhaolan smiled: "Very good, then you can go in this direction."

"Yeah!" Yu Tingfeng rolled his eyes, and asked furtively, "And if I really become a policeman, I will walk with your father, will he like me?"

Song Zhaolan laughed softly: "He likes you very much now, and has been praising you at home for the past two days."

"It seems that my kung fu has finally come to fruition." Yu Tingfeng was complacent, his back felt itchy, he raised his hand and wanted to scratch it, but Song Zhaolan pinned his wrist.

"Don't scratch."

"But it's very itchy and uncomfortable."

"Where is it itching?"

Yu Tingfeng pointed to the location, and the next moment, a hand was inserted into his clothes, and the cold hand was pressed against his back, driving away the itchiness at once.

"What about the medicine?"

"In your pocket." Yu Tingfeng took out the ointment, took off his coat without saying a word, and lifted up the autumn clothes inside, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's starting to itch again."

Song Zhaolan rubbed the medicine on him carefully.

Ji Xiuyuan and Qi Ran came to the activity room arm in arm to get things. As soon as they walked to the door, they saw Song Zhaolan touching Yu Tingfeng's bare/naked back and cried out.

Ji Xiuyuan: "Ah! Sorry to bother you!"

Qi Ran: "You guys should close the door anyway."

Song Zhaolan: "Listen to me..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Ran had already closed the door for them, and slipped away with Ji Xiuyuan.

Song Zhaolan withdrew his eyes in embarrassment, but Yu Tingfeng didn't take it seriously: "Quickly wipe quickly."

The cold hands were running on the back again, Yu Tingfeng got up distracted, but the five-star red flag above the podium washed away his unsightly thoughts. He coughed and asked honestly: "What is your ideal? Have you thought about the work you want to do in the future?"

"Um."

"What is it?"

Song Zhaolan looked down at the scabbed wound on his body: "That's right, there is a job I want to do."