Chapter 75

Song Zhaolan raised his eyelids, turned to look at him, his eyes moved slightly, and was about to speak when Yu Tingfeng interrupted: “Why are your clothes so wet?”

Song Zhaolan looked down and saw that the right shoulder was almost wet.

“Did you get wet while holding the umbrella?” Yu Tingfeng pushed him to the opposite bedroom, “Hurry up, you go back and change first.”

“…”

Song Zhaolan was changing clothes in the dormitory, while Yu Tingfeng was shut outside the door.

Sure enough, I’m still angry.

He couldn’t hold back for a while, and actually asked that kind of question out of his mouth, not to mention a bit abrupt, what if the answer is not what he wants?

People who have always acted casually are now beginning to be frightened, and dare not even bet on a small possibility.

No, he has to plan carefully to ensure that the result is foolproof.

“Let’s go.” Song Zhaolan opened the door and changed into another school uniform, “Go to the infirmary first.”

Yu Tingfeng: “Don’t bother.”

Song Zhaolan glanced at him, saw that he hesitated to speak, and asked, “What do you want to say?”

Yu Tingfeng pondered for a long time, and said, “Ah Chirp!”

Song Zhaolan: “…”

After going downstairs, Song Zhaolan went straight to the infirmary. Yu Tingfeng wanted to say something, so he said, “I’m going to buy some medicine, okay?”

“What medicine did you buy? Where did you get sick?” Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan: “Health medicine, troublesome heart.”

The doctor still had an impression of these two outstanding-looking people, and asked, “Who sees the doctor?”

“He.” Yu Tingfeng pointed at Song Zhaolan, and hurriedly said, “Get him some medicine for his heart, ah chirp.”

“This is a serious illness. I’m afraid it can’t be cured. And in my opinion, he doesn’t seem to be ill at all, but you.” The doctor smiled, took out a temperature gun and dripped it on his forehead, “I have a cold Come on, wait.”

Yu Tingfeng held a box of granules with an indifferent expression on his face, not paying attention to his condition.

“Give it to me.” Song Zhaolan reached out and took the granule, “Put the medicine here, come to me to take the medicine after eating, and I will supervise you.”

Yu Tingfeng was overjoyed: “Really? Then let’s do this.”

“Stop, both of you!” Downstairs, the director caught the two of them, “It’s class time, you’re not in the classroom, what are you hanging around here?!”

Yu Tingfeng: “Ah chirp, chirp, chirp.”

· “He is sick, I will take him to the infirmary to get medicine.” Song Zhaolan pointed to the medicine on his hand.

The director looked at Yu Tingfeng dubiously, saw that his face was a little pale, and his sneeze didn’t seem to be faking, so he waved his hand: “Go back to the classroom quickly, if it’s serious, go for an injection, don’t affect the class discipline and other students.”

Yu Tingfeng: “Oh, chirp K.”

director:”……”

At the door of Class A, Song Zhaolan called out to report, and the teacher told him to go in and attend the class. He returned to his seat, put the powder in the drawer, and when he took out his notebook, he accidentally brought out several envelopes, pink, yellow, blue.

He picked it up and took a look, but there was no name on the signature.

“Who put it here?” He whispered to the front desk.

Ji Xiuyuan turned around and passed a note to him: both Class C and Class D are there, and I just secretly released it when you were not in the classroom.

Song Zhaolan opened it curiously, and the opening sentence was “You are the April day in the world”.

“Song Zhaolan, what are you looking at?” the teacher asked on the podium.

The students turned their heads one after another, saw the pink envelope in his hand, and started booing maliciously.

Song Zhaolan picked up the envelope and replied, “I’m reading a collection of poems.”

The hall roared with laughter, Shen Te Meow’s poetry anthology!

The corner of the teacher’s mouth twitched, and he asked, “Then what are the other few letters? After reading them, I don’t believe they are all poetry collections.”

“If you were Schrödinger, can I be your cat?” Song Zhaolan finished reading the second letter, “Is this a physics experiment?”

The students burst into laughter, and someone interrupted: “Look at the third letter, what is it!”

“I am nine, you are three, besides you, it is you.” Song Zhaolan nodded, “This is the nine-to-nine multiplication table.”

A girl smiled and asked, “Then what do you think they are doing for you?”

Song Zhaolan: “Academic discussion?”

There was a sudden burst of pig-killing laughter in the teaching building, one after another, and the director downstairs came up to maintain discipline, and stood at the door of Class A and said, “Are you in the joke class? Don’t forget that you are A Ben, set an example!”

“Okay, okay, let’s start class right away.” The teacher’s face was almost frozen with a smile, and he continued to teach the students with reason.

After class, within three minutes, the news that Song Zhaolan regarded the love letter as an academic discussion spread.

Qi Ran listened to the recounting of the students with relish, and secretly rejoiced that she was calm and didn’t try this trick.

It’s just a love letter, how could Song Zhaolan be taken down?

simple.

The people in class F also knew the news, and they were all making fun of Song Zhaolan for being a nerd, and the girls in the row behind Yu Tingfeng gossiped: “Fortunately, I didn’t like him a long time ago, this kind of person is simply not within our reach. Yes, I will not have that dream.”

“The key is that people don’t understand amorous feelings at all. Maybe you even take the initiative to tell him that I like you, but he still thinks you are saying that I pity you, clamoring for porridge.”

After finishing speaking, a group of girls laughed.

Yu Tingfeng: “…” How did you guys guess so accurately?

Could it be that he really wants to prepare some porridge?

Although the love letter incident spread jokes among the students, love letters, an enduring way of expressing emotions, will not be easily buried, and once again set off a love letter craze.

When a group of brothers gathered together, Tang Yuan suddenly asked: “Brother Zhang Wei, can you teach me how to write a love letter?”

A group of people got excited and leaned their heads over one after another. Sun Yicheng said, “Who are you going to chase?”

“Of course it’s Ziying. I heard that a love letter is a ritual. I haven’t written a letter to her yet.” Tang Yuan said shyly.

“Not bad, great love.” Zhang Wei praised, “Come on, everyone sit down, Teacher Zhang is about to start class. First of all, love letters are to be sent to the person you like, and the key point is to express your heart.”

Tu Minghua: “But I don’t have anyone I like yet.”

“Learn first, and you will meet sooner or later.” Zhang Wei finished speaking, and continued to teach, “There are many ways to hand over love letters, you can give them in person, or secretly, it all depends on the emotional state of you and the person involved. You have to think If there is a show, just give it face to face, you can observe the other party’s expression and reaction, and you can basically guess the result.”

Liu Zhuizui poked Yu Tingfeng: “Do you have someone you like?”

Yu Tingfeng: “Why?”

“I think you are listening very seriously.” Liu Zhuizhui said.

“I don’t have it.” Yu Tingfeng glared at her, and turned his pen on his own.

Liu Zhuizhui shrugged his shoulders and asked, “What should I write about?”

“This brings us to the most critical point!” Zhang Weidao, “There are several common styles of love letters, such as flat and direct narrative, story, poetry, or directly drawing a picture. There are so many people who write love letters, how can you highlight your personal charm?”

Everyone stared at him curiously, waiting for the next step.

“I don’t know either.” Zhang Wei spread his hands, “If I know this trick, will I not be able to catch up with the goddess?”

Everyone: “Cut.”

“If you are interested, you can do an after-class exercise, and I will correct and correct it for you.” Instructor Zhang Wei said.

Sun Yicheng, Tu Minghua and others returned to their seats, eagerly starting to write.

Liu Zhuizhui bit her pen and wanted to have fun. Although she had received many love letters, she hadn’t written to anyone on her own initiative. After thinking for a long time, I didn’t know who to write to, so I turned around and asked Zhang Wei: “Who do you want to write to?”

“Yu Xiaohui.” Zhang Wei said with a sad face, “I don’t know what type she likes. I have written more than a dozen letters, but I haven’t responded to any of them.”

“Yu Xiaohui…” Liu Zhuizhui’s eyes lit up, “I know what she likes, and I’ll write it for you.”

“Really? It’s so kind of you to chase after sister!” Zhang Wei doggedly said.

As soon as Ma Jingyang entered the classroom, he saw this group of people with their heads buried in their pens, and Lao Huai was pleased: “I am really happy to see everyone so motivated. Yu Tingfeng, why are you in a daze?”

Yu Tingfeng stared at the draft paper for a long time, and almost made a hole in the paper.

After class, Zhang Wei took out a pink envelope out of nowhere: “Sister Zhuizhui, are you sure Yu Xiaohui will like this letter?”

“That’s natural.”

“Then can I see it?”

“No, this is a secret.” Liu Zhuizhui proudly stuffed the letter into the envelope, “Go, you will succeed this time.”

“Or you can go with me.” Zhang Wei was still a bit worried, he couldn’t read the content of this letter himself, and he was always uneasy.

“Okay.” Liu Zhuizhui just wanted to see Yu Xiaohui’s reaction, and just about to go out, he turned around and shouted, “Boss, come with me to class A and keep me safe.”

Sun Yicheng sat on the seat and said from a long distance away: “Boss is not willing to be a bodyguard…I’m stupid, boss, you walk so fast!”

The three came to Class A, Liu Zhuizhui and Yu Tingfeng pulled in the same way, standing behind Zhang Wei, staring arrogantly at the people in the classroom.

Zhang Wei called out respectfully: “Student Yu Xiaohui, please come out for a while, I have something to ask you.”

The classroom was silent for a moment.

“This kid is here to send a love letter again, right? Why hasn’t he given up all this time?”

“Yu Tingfeng and Liu Zhuizhui have followed, Zhang Wei has a lot of face.”

“How could our class flower be picked off by the cow dung of class F! Brothers, protect our teammates!”

Song Zhaolan and his companions also looked out the door, but their eyes collided with Yu Tingfeng.

“What do you need from me?” Yu Xiaohui walked out, followed by many classmates.

Zhang Wei nervously handed over the love letter: “Please accept it.”

Yu Xiaohui opened the envelope, glanced at him twice, and looked at him seriously: “You wrote this?”

Seeing this expression was not very good, Zhang Wei leaned his head over to take a look, his eyes blurred—

Are the dense acupuncture points and kung fu on it serious?

Is it a love letter or a martial arts secret book?

Zhang Wei subconsciously said: “No, no, this is written to you by Sister Zhui Zhui!”

After the students were quiet, a burst of laughter broke out: “Liu Zhuizhui wrote a love letter to Yu Xiaohui? Did you make a mistake?”

Liu Zhuizhui’s arrogant face gradually turned red: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

“Did you write it?” Yu Xiaohui asked holding up the paper.

Liu Zhuizhui: “Yes, so what if it’s me!”

“I’ll withdraw first.” Zhang Wei escaped in seconds.

“You traitor!” Liu Zhuizhui turned around and went to kill Zhang Wei.

The others laughed for a while, and then slowly dispersed. Yu Tingfeng also had no reason to stay any longer, he glanced in the direction of the back door intentionally or unintentionally, and saw Song Zhaolan take out a dozen love letters from the table.

Yu Tingfeng:!

Is it over for these people? Why are you getting more and more frustrated!

As soon as the break bell for the next class rang, Class F ushered in a distinguished guest. Yu Xiaohui stood alone at the door, which attracted the attention of the students in the class.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Zhang Wei, thinking that the goddess was finally looking for a licking dog.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaohui shouted: “Liu Zhuichui, come out.”

Liu Zhuizhui walked out swaggeringly: “What are you doing?”

“This is for you.” Yu Xiaohui handed a letter to her, then turned and left.

“Ahhhhhh! The goddess replied! This is the first time I’ve seen her reply!” Zhang Wei ran over beating his chest and snatched the letter.

“You give it back to me, she gave it to me!” Liu Zhuizhui grabbed his hair.

“Ah, ah, here you are, let go.” Zhang Wei returned the letter to her with a grin.

The other partners quickly gathered around, Sun Yicheng: “There will be no fraud, right?”

Liu Zhuizhui spread out the letter directly, and read it in a few seconds: “She said that their group will also join the martial arts performance team, so let’s live in peace for a while.”

Everyone was taken aback, including Zhang Wei: “What martial arts performance?”

“I signed up for you.” Yu Tingfeng took the letter away, glanced at it casually, “Is it really Yu Xiaohui’s reply to you?”

“Otherwise? She gave it to me in full view.” Liu Zhuizhui put her hands on her hips, very proud.

“So, there is really a possibility of replying?” Yu Tingfeng muttered.

Sun Yicheng’s focus was still on what was said in the letter: “What does it mean to live in peace? There is no balance between good and evil, and it is impossible to live in peace even if we are killed!”

“Why not?” Tang Yuan squeezed his head in, “If the person you like is decent, let me see if you dare to say such a thing.”

Yu Tingfeng glanced at Tang Yuan: “How are you and Lou Ziying doing now?”

“I’m so happy.” Tang Yuan said shyly, “She is the most gentle, generous, understanding, simple and reliable person I have ever met…”

Yu Tingfeng waved his hand, and the others ran away.

The last class in the afternoon was physical education class. Zhang Wei went to play with his classmates from other classes for a while, then came back sneakily, took out a bottle, and said excitedly, “Look what fun I got.”

The members of the Demon Cult were sitting under the tree chatting and playing around, Liu Zhui asked, “What?”

“Disposable spray hair dye.” Zhang Wei sprayed a little on his head, “I can have a new hairstyle again, and my yellow hair is back.”

“It’s a bit powerful, give me a try.” Liu Zhuizhui picked up a strand of long hair, and after spraying it on, the color of the hair was indeed different, and said happily, “Does it look good?”

Zhang Wei gave a thumbs up: “Very nice!”

Liu Zhuizhui took the bottle and sprayed a few more, Zhang Wei boasted: “Wow, you can still get highlights.”

Others saw it and wanted to try it.

“Boss, do you want it?” Zhang Wei asked.

Yu Tingfeng stared at the bottle without saying a word.

“Do you want to make a change and surprise Song Zhaolan?” Zhang Wei asked secretly.

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyes: “Then I… have a try?”

“No problem, I’ll fix it for you.” Zhang Wei sprayed him a lot, and then gave him a haircut.

Liu Zhuichui and the other brothers couldn’t help but stare blankly after seeing it.

The already fair skin looked even whiter under the yellow hair, which inexplicably complemented his unruly aura.

“Please solder this hairstyle to your head.” Liu Zhuizhui said in amazement.

“Really pretty?” Yu Tingfeng asked.

“Looks good.” All the subordinates said together, Liu Zhuizhui found a mirror, “Look for yourself.”

Yu Tingfeng took a few photos, and it was indeed a little different from the previous black hair.

Someone passed by behind them, they were students from Class A who were also in physical education class, discussing the problem.

“I don’t know how to do this, I’d better go to the classroom and ask Song Zhaolan.”

“Are you sure he’s in the classroom?”

“Sure, I saw him return to the classroom with my own eyes after the dismissal.”

Yu Tingfeng blinked and said, “I’ll go back to the classroom.”

“Why are you going back?” Liu Zhui asked.

“Take the meal card.”

“Go.”

Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom alone, fiddled with the table for a long time, then put his hands in his pockets, and wandered to Class A. Seeing that the students with the two questions hadn’t left, he immediately dodged behind the wall.

Song Zhaolan caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, and it quickly disappeared from sight. He quickly finished explaining the questions to the students: “Are you still going to the playground?”

The classmate said: “I don’t really want to go, why, what’s the matter?”

Song Zhaolan: “Can you do me a favor? Call Ji Xiuyuan back for me, I have something to discuss with her.”

“All right, let’s go and call her for you.” The two classmates immediately went to the playground holding hands.

After a while, there were slight footsteps in the corridor. Song Zhaolan looked at the book as if nothing had happened, and he didn’t turn his head to look until the window next to him was pushed open.

What caught the eye was a head of golden hair, almost dazzling.

“…”

Yu Tingfeng proudly pulled down the zipper of his clothes, pulled it straight to the top, and raised his head: “How is it? Are you stunned by the young master’s heroic appearance?”

Song Zhaolan took out the discipline book: “It is strictly forbidden to dye hair in school.”

“It’s not dyed, it’s just disposable, and it’s gone after washing.” Yu Tingfeng quickly explained, “The review is too difficult to write, so don’t mess with me.”

Song Zhaolan stopped writing: “Is there something wrong?”

Yu Tingfeng looked around and observed the situation in the corridor. It was the class time, and no one from other classes came out.

Song Zhaolan turned the pen around, staring at his school uniform pocket, very patiently.

Yu Tingfeng reached into his pocket, took out a piece of cake.

Song Zhaolan was a little surprised, but still took it: “Thank you. But you always give me cakes like this, aren’t you afraid that I will go bankrupt for you?”

“Then how fat are you?” Yu Tingfeng asked curiously.

Song Zhaolan: “…”

Forget it, let’s eat cakes.

“What are you?” Yu Tingfeng noticed with sharp eyes that he was stacking an orange envelope among the books on the table.

“Oh, why is there still here?” Song Zhaolan muttered and took out the envelope, looked at the signature, and was about to open it when someone slapped it on the table.

“What’s so interesting about this.” Yu Tingfeng pressed the envelope and said.

Song Zhaolan: “You have to watch it to know if it’s good or not.”

“Why don’t you look at me.”

Yu Tingfeng blustered, and took out an envelope from his pocket again. It was pink and had two little hearts drawn on it. The envelope was stolen from Zhang Wei.

Song Zhaolan took it over and looked at it: “It’s not signed, so it must have been written by Liu Zhuizhui?”

Yu Tingfeng: “I wrote what I wrote!”

The corners of Song Zhaolan’s mouth were slightly bent, and he put the letter on the table solemnly.

“Why don’t you look at Yuxi?” Yu Tingfeng urged, “Look quickly.”

Song Zhaolan took out a bag of medicine from the belly of the table: “You drink the medicine first.”

Yu Tingfeng: “I don’t want to eat, you watch first.”

Song Zhaolan: “If you don’t eat it, I won’t watch it.”

“…” Yu Tingfeng’s expression turned fierce, “I order you, hurry up and watch!”

The teacher from the next class came out: “What’s the noise?”

Yu Tingfeng nodded humbly, and when he looked at Song Zhaolan again, the other party was already lying on the table, with his back turned to him, and his back looked quite aggrieved.

“Eat, eat, eat, let me eat.” Yu Tingfeng compromised, his tone softened a bit.

Song Zhaolan immediately sat up like a normal person, and pointed to the water dispenser: “The hot water is boiling, eat quickly.”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

Yu Tingfeng couldn’t figure it out, the majestic generation of demons was actually being manipulated to death, is there any law?

Is this a loss of morality, or a distortion of human nature?

The author has something to say:

is love.