Chapter 63

The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the two found Malatang on the roadside.

“You can’t eat a big hot pot, but a small hot pot for one person is still fine.” Yu Tingfeng broke apart his chopsticks, added some chili oil to the soup, stirred it for a while, picked up a beef ball and ate it.

Song Zhaolan can also eat spicy food, and both of them filled their bowls with bright red.

After eating, the color of the lips is much brighter.

Yu Tingfeng went to get two more bottles of Coke, put one in front of him, and heard him say, “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Let me think about it, who else has memorized…… Liu Zhuizhui counted it as one, she was attacked by a lunatic when she secretly delivered food to me.” Yu Tingfeng said.

“anything else?”

“Tuming Hua, his martial arts are not top-notch, but he is quite honest. Once, he was almost killed by my father because of a miscalculation.” Yu Tingfeng sighed.

“…Is there any more?” Song Zhaolan said slowly.

“Sun Yicheng has memorized it too.”

“Sun Yicheng?” Song Zhaolan didn’t have a good impression of this man, and he was clamoring and fighting all day long, which was really noisy. But it seems that after Yu Tingfeng was injured, he was so anxious that he almost cried, which is quite unexpected, “I can understand the left and right guardians. According to Sun Yicheng’s position, you shouldn’t need to memorize it yourself, right?”

“That was before he entered the Devil’s Cult.” Yu Tingfeng boldly took a big sip of Coke.

Song Zhaolan poked the mushrooms in the bowl: “Oh…so he joined the teaching because of you?”

“You can also say that, but it’s not the main reason.” Yu Tingfeng brought up the past, “When I was young, I sneaked out from the Devil’s Cult, went to the best restaurant in the town, and had a big meal. Unexpectedly, there was an accident in the restaurant, and a hero killed more than a dozen low-level children of the Devil’s Cult in public, which won a lot of applause.”

Song Zhaolan was a little confused: “So Sun Yicheng has something to do with these Demon Sect disciples?”

Yu Tingfeng shook his head: “He is the young owner of this restaurant. When the fight broke out, the scene was very chaotic. His father wanted these people to go out to fight, so as not to affect the business. In the chaos, the hero stabbed the Demon Cult with his sword. His father rushed up to stop him, but unexpectedly the sword stabbed two people one after the other.”

Song Zhaolan was stunned: “Ah, this…”

“At that time, Sun Yicheng was beside him. He saw his father die in front of his own eyes. He ran up to hug his father and cried loudly, but the people around him were all congratulating that hero for eradicating the Demon Cultist. Sun Yicheng rushed over and bit Daddy. Xia’s leg was kicked away and he fell to the wall, almost dying.”

Song Zhaolan said, “Is this really a hero?”

“Who knows, he claims to be a so-and-so hero, and he killed so many members of the Demon Cult with his own hands. He may have bluffed people. Heroes, most of them are people who are trying to gain fame.” Yu Tingfeng sighed.

Song Zhaolan asked: “So you took Sun Yicheng away?”

“Well, I thought that there are still a few doctors in the church, who can cure him if he can, and find a place to bury him if he can’t be cured. I didn’t expect his life to be so hard, he came back alive, and he still lingered. He said he wanted to practice martial arts.” Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan ate thoughtfully, and asked again: “Then why did you take him back? Didn’t we meet by chance?”

“Maybe…” Yu Tingfeng picked up a group of fans with chopsticks, and smiled, “Maybe I was in a good mood at the time, and he happened to see me handsome, so he secretly served me an extra plate of peanuts. ”

Song Zhaolan had almost finished eating, wiped his mouth, and suddenly asked, “Where is the town you mentioned?”

“Cloud Water Town.”

“Yunshui Town?” Song Zhaolan paused suddenly, “I often go there to sell goods, I don’t know if we have seen it before?”

Yu Tingfeng looked up at him: “I’ve seen it before.”

Song Zhaolan’s eyes sparkled, “When?”

“It was the same day, when you…” Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hands to compare on his knees, “It’s just this high.”

“impossible.”

Yu Tingfeng smiled: “Anyway, it’s very small.”

“You’re bluffing me, who remembers such a small thing, you can just make up a story.” Song Zhaolan touched the Coke bottle.

“You were carrying a wooden stick and looking for your parents everywhere.” Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan was taken aback for a moment, as if wondering if there was such a thing.

“Your mother was wearing a headscarf and a washed white coarse cloth skirt. Your father looked very similar to you, and said that you ran away with Uncle Tanghulu, so your mother gave me all the snacks she bought. .” Yu Tingfeng recalled.

Song Zhaolan sat up straight slowly: “Have you really seen me?”

Yu Tingfeng nodded.

After a long while, Song Zhaolan lowered his head and took a bite of the ball. After chewing two bites, he put it aside. His cheeks swelled so high, and his eye sockets were hot and humid.

Seeing this, Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears in surprise: “Didn’t we just meet once, so moved?”

“No…” Song Zhaolan shook his head, “I didn’t expect that there are still people who remember my parents, even I almost forgot.”

Yu Tingfeng paused slightly, then slowly withdrew his hand, quietly waiting for him to digest his emotions.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head, and passed a pack of paper beside him. He wiped his eyes, and continued to eat Malatang as if nothing had happened: “It’s so spicy, so spicy, it makes me cry.”

“Well, me too.” After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, his phone vibrated, and he picked it up to see that it was a photo sent to him by Qi Ran.

In the photo, Song Zhaolan was leaning on his shoulder while he was looking sideways.

They are quite good at taking pictures, the light from the street outside just fell on the faces of the two of them, like a painting.

Song Zhaolan collected her emotions, and when she raised her head, she saw him smiling strangely while holding his mobile phone, and asked, “Whose news?”

“Qi Ran’s.” Yu Tingfeng said casually.

“…Oh.” Song Zhaolan buried his head in his food, and he caught a glimpse of him replying to the message from the corner of his eye, and felt a little bored.

After Yu Tingfeng warned Qi Ran not to spread the photos, he continued to eat happily. After a few mouthfuls, Song Zhaolan got up and prepared to go home.

“So fast?” Yu Tingfeng hastily stuffed the last meatball into his mouth and chased it out, “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Go back to your homework.”

“Tsk, all right.”

The two parted ways and went home.

Song Zhaolan opened the door of the house, saw Song Nian having dinner, and silently moved in front of him.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

Song Zhaolan whispered, “I went out with some friends today, and I didn’t bring enough money.”

“Boy or girl?” Song Nian asked.

“Five women and two men.”

Song Nian glanced at him in surprise: “You’re more promising than me, yes, I’ll transfer it to you. When you go out to play in the future, let me tell you in advance, so as not to embarrass you because you don’t have money. How can a man have no money? Do you know?”

“it is good.”

Song Nian turned on the phone and checked the balance, it was 62 yuan.

Song Nian: “…Then what, you go take a shower first, and I’ll transfer it to you later.”

“Okay, thanks Dad.”

After Song Zhaolan returned to the room, Song Nian quickly called Zhao Qinghong: “My most beautiful wife, help me! Please transfer some money to me, please!”

After Song Zhaolan received Song Nianzhuan’s pocket money, he returned the 109 owed to Yu Tingfeng, and the other party received it in seconds, as if he was living in WeChat, maybe he was waiting for news from others.

Qi Ran?

Yu Tingfeng: 【Are you home? 】

Song Zhaolan tentatively said: 【Yes. Can I add Qi Ran’s WeChat? 】

Yu Tingfeng: 【Cannot】

Song Zhaolan: [Why? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [There is no reason, I will be angry, that’s it]

Is Qi Ran some kind of treasure? Do you want to hide it like this? Still angry, do you have such a good friend?

Song Zhaolan put down the phone, pouted, and got up to take a shower.

After drying his hair, he returned to his room and saw a bunch of new messages on his phone.

Yu Tingfeng: [Why did you add her on WeChat? what do you think of her 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Do you want her to be your lover? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Where are people? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Say yes first, as your good brother, I have to remind you that studies are the most important thing! You are not allowed to have **** with Qi Ran! 】

Are you in love with her?

After Song Zhaolan edited this sentence, he immediately deleted it.

Crossed the line, crossed the line, good friends can’t intervene in this kind of love affair.

Song Zhaolan: 【Okay, I won’t get along with her】

 …

The flag was raised on Monday, and after the routine process was completed, it was time for the student union to report on the violations of the previous week.

This is Song Zhaolan’s first time standing on the rostrum since he became the president. He opened the discipline book without any haste. .

It can be seen that the strictness of the new student union is almost insane.

The one who suffered the most was Class F. Almost all members violated discipline and stood neatly in several rows under the rostrum.

Looking at the Class F team on the playground, there was only one female student standing alone. She explained to the others in a low voice: “I took a sick leave last week.”

The implication is that if they don’t take sick leave, their class F will have to move their family to the rostrum.

After Song Zhaolan finished reading, he handed the microphone to the director, then stood aside, looking around the field, and found that the people in class F were standing dishonestly, and many people were talking secretly.

Zhang Wei was almost posted on Yu Tingfeng, and he didn’t know what he was mumbling about, which greatly affected discipline.

He quietly tore off a bit of paper from the notebook, squeezed it into a ball, and threw it down when no one was looking.

“Oh, who is it?” Zhang Wei muttered, touched his head, took a ball of paper from the top of his head, and opened the crumpled paper to see that there was only one word “Hui” on it.

Zhang Wei’s spirit was shaken, he looked around, and then found that Class A was standing on the opposite side of the runway, and he saw the coldest little dragon girl in the crowd at a glance.

The other party also cast a puzzled look at him, and stared at him for three seconds.

“Boss, I’m in love again.” Zhang Wei pressed his chest, “Pressed his chest, “She’s teasing me, totally disregarding my life, Ah Wei is going to die on the spot today. ”

Yu Tingfeng said with disgust: “If you want to die in the crematorium, don’t affect my atmosphere.”

Zhang Wei stared at Yu Xiaohui with piercing eyes, but pulled Yu Tingfeng’s arm pretentiously: “Yu Lang, you are so cruel.”

“Most half of this semester has passed, hurry up and prepare for the end of the semester. Don’t think that the college entrance examination is still far away, you…” The director was giving a lecture on the stage, when suddenly there was a loud shout from the audience.

“Are you dead or not!?”

director:”……”

Zhang Wei: “…”

All teachers and students in the school: “…”

Everyone followed the source of the sound and saw Yu Tingfeng slamming Zhang Wei’s hand away.

“Yu Tingfeng, and the boy next to him, you two stand up for me!” the director said angrily.

After the flag raising, the students rushed to the cafeteria, and the campus was full of chatter and laughter.

Yu Tingfeng and Zhang Wei were left alone, and were reprimanded by the director for a long time, and asked to write an 800-word self-criticism before letting them go to dinner.

However, the cafeteria was so pretty for breakfast that it was sold out long ago.

The students went to the teaching building one after another to prepare for the next course.

The two wandered along the road on an empty stomach, and Zhang Wei thought: “The director is too stupid, this is to starve us on purpose.”

Yu Tingfeng didn’t bother to talk to him.

Right below the rostrum is a plastic playground, and on the back is a cement basketball court. Behind the rostrum, there is a glass wall, which is a style display column, and some new photos are posted inside.

The two approached a little closer, and saw several students happily looking around the wall for a while, and then reluctantly left.

“What are they looking at?” Yu Tingfeng asked casually.

Zhang Wei ran up two steps quickly, took a look, and his eyes lit up: “Come and see, the photos of our last sports meeting are finally displayed.”

Yu Tingfeng leisurely walked over, and saw Xue Canming and others in turn, as well as photos of himself and his subordinates, including outstanding players from other classes, some were snapped during the competition, and some were receiving awards time photos.

“Let me see the photo of the goddess.” Zhang Wei squatted in front of Yu Xiaohui’s photo with his eyes shining, and then took out his mobile phone to take a picture, “Private collection, hehehe.”

Yu Tingfeng looked around and finally finished looking at his own photos, there are two in total, one is the demeanor during the 100-meter sprint, and the other is the scene of receiving the award with Song Zhaolan and holding the trophy.

In addition to this group photo, Song Zhaolan also has a solo photo. Standing on the starting line, there is only one silhouette, but the effect of light and shadow is well coordinated, and the hair is all glossy.

“The level of photographers this year is pretty good. Unfortunately, I thought that the photos captured were all emoticons. This can be directly used to judge the school beauty and school grass.” Zhang Wei said in amazement, and took the photos of each partner by the way. I took a picture of them all and planned to send them back, “But it’s also thanks to our good-looking people!”

Yu Tingfeng touched his pocket, but it was empty. Then he remembered the fact that Ma Jingyang knew he had two mobile phones after he confiscated his mobile phone last time, and asked him to hand in two mobile phones when he arrived at school.

Yu Tingfeng patted Zhang Wei’s shoulder: “Take a shot and send it to me.”

Seeing him lift his chin in a certain direction, Zhang Wei followed his line of sight, saw the beautiful group photo, and immediately understood: “No problem, Yu Lang, just wait and see.”

Yu Tingfeng slapped him on the head: “Yu what? If you keep talking about it, I’ll break your leg.”

“Yu Lang, take it easy, Huan Huan…ah no, Wei Wei is in so much pain~” Zhang Wei played with him shamelessly, when he turned around, he saw a figure standing not far away inadvertently, with a serious expression on his face. As soon as he changed, he immediately stood up straight, “Yu Lang, the concubine is resigning!”

Just as Zhang Wei was about to leave, Song Zhaolan suddenly took two steps forward, took out a red armband, put it on, and took out a pen and notebook: “Zhang Wei from Class F, play with your phone in your spare time.”

Zhang Wei: “Damn!”

Sure enough, my sister-in-law can’t be messed with!

“Boss, save me, save me, save me.” Zhang Wei tugged at Yu Tingfeng’s sleeve and muttered softly.

Yu Tingfeng thought that he still had the photos he just took in his mobile phone, so he chimed in and said, “Can I pretend I didn’t see it?”

Song Zhaolan didn’t speak, but looked straight at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei was defeated by his fair and strict scrutiny, waved at him embarrassingly, turned around and ran away: “It’s none of my business! I’m just a tool man!”

Yu Tingfeng stood there awkwardly, seeing that Song Zhaolan was about to start writing, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: “Can’t you let him go?”

Song Zhaolan: “Are you pleading for him?”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

Song Zhaolan: “Okay, we haven’t competed for a long time, as long as you beat me in the competition, I will treat it as if I didn’t see it this time.”

“…” Yu Tingfeng asked silently, “Can you change the method?”

“No.” Song Zhaolan put the pen and paper into his pocket, rubbed his wrists, and began to warm up.

Yu Tingfeng explained: “I’m not trying to plead for him, it’s just that this phone is useful to me. And his mouth is poisonous. If he has nothing to do in the past two days, he will be Yu Lang Yu Lang. I’m almost bored to death. I wish I could slap him to death. Why? Will you intercede for him?”

“Oh? Are you bored to death?” Song Zhaolan paused for a moment, then shouted, “Yu Lang.”

Yu Tingfeng:!

“Yuro?”

“…”

“Yulang Yulang Yulang Yulang.”

“…”

“Hurry up, Yu Lang.” Song Zhaolan shouted loudly, walking towards him.

Yu Tingfeng’s heart beat faster, and he backed away slowly: “Stop shouting.”

“Why? Hearing this name, don’t you want to fight?” Song Zhaolan stretched his waist, put on a posture for a martial arts competition, and smiled slightly, “Yu Lang, come quickly, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“.”

Yu Tingfeng suffocated for breath, his ears were red, and he fled: “As you like, if you want to register your name, you can register your name!”

The author has something to say:

Zhang Wei, who was tragically recorded: I am miserable!