Chapter 79

The day of the art festival is getting closer, and the students who have programs are hurrying to rehearse. The student union is even more busy with both studies and work. It not only needs to arrange venues and props, contact teachers, but also organize and coordinate performances and other matters.

The people in the Wulin League are all busy, and they haven’t sat down to eat and chat together for almost a week.

On Friday, Song Zhaolan called a few people from class F to continue training in physical education class, and arranged the final formation.

Both Zhang Wei and Geng Yiming learned simple moves from the Demon Cult, and then just stood in line to fish in troubled waters.

But except for the first day when everyone met together, the usual practice was basically separated. The two were very curious about the effect of class A’s practice, and especially wanted to see Yu Xiaohui’s performance.

“Boss Song, where’s Yu Xiaohui, why didn’t you come?” Geng Yiming asked standing in the queue.

Song Zhaolan replied: “She has gone to help Ji Xiuyuan, and other programs are being rehearsed by the art department. Let’s discuss the formation for the official performance first, and I will tell her afterwards.”

“You arrange it, they all listen to you.” Yu Tingfeng said lightly.

The Demon Cultist looked at Yu Tingfeng in surprise, his eyes full of doubts: When did we say this? !

“I don’t have any experience myself, so I discussed it with Ji Xiuyuan, and she gave me a suggestion. Let’s try it later, and if possible, go directly to the art department for rehearsal.” Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng nodded: “Okay, they have no objection.”

Demon cultist:? We have big opinions and dare not say anything.

A group of people rehearsed the entire performance method according to Song Zhaolan’s instructions, and all votes passed, and they rushed to the art department together.

Consciously or unintentionally, Yu Tingfeng took a few steps behind, and while no one was looking, he secretly stuffed a piece of cake into Song Zhaolan’s pocket.

“Boss.” Liu Zhuizhui turned around suddenly.

Yu Tingfeng quickly raised his hand, scratched his head and brushed his hair pretentiously: “What are you doing?”

“I have something to discuss with you, come here.” Liu Zhuizhui waved.

Yu Tingfeng subconsciously glanced at Song Zhaolan, Song Zhaolan nodded, and then he walked forward pretendingly casually.

Liu Zhuizhui immediately got close to him, muttered in a low voice, didn’t know what to say, and laughed loudly.

Afterwards Yu Tingfeng pressed her head hard, Liu Zhuizou touched her hair, and shouted to hit him, the two chased on the road.

Song Zhaolan followed their figures with eyes, and heard Xue Canming’s conversation: “What’s the matter? A few days ago Liu Zhuizhui was still staring at me, why didn’t he give me a look today? Is my charm just like that?” Is it low?”

Wu Xiaoyu asked: “Could it be that you like Liu Zhuizhui?”

“How is it possible! I am very principled, and I will never fall in love with her!” Xue Canming said firmly, and then lowered the volume a bit, “But this does not prevent her from being impressed by my charm and secretly agreeing to me. ”

Mao Hongxi sneered: “To put it bluntly, you are just being driven by vanity.”

Both Wu Xiaoyu and Chen Yuting agreed.

“Then I don’t believe you don’t have any vanity.” Xue Canming pointed at them and said, “If Liu Zhuizhui falls in love with you, I don’t believe you can be completely indifferent. Who doesn’t like being pursued by beautiful girls?”

Wu Xiaoyu said: “This is impossible, not to mention that Liu Zhuizhui won’t like us at all, at most she just wants to seduce us decent people for fun, if you are tempted, you will lose.”

Mao Hongxi echoed: “That’s right, maybe it’s because you were too obvious that she lost her sense of challenge, and she might be about to change her target soon.”

Xue Canming thought about it, and it seemed to be the same reason, and asked curiously: “Then where will she shift her target?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Chen Yuting pointed his hand away, everyone looked over and saw Liu Zhuichui and Yu Tingfeng fighting fiercely, and they showed such expressions as expected.

“It’s strange to say that these two are childhood sweethearts, why haven’t they been together?” Xue Canming asked.

“Sooner or later, although Yu Tingfeng is very popular, he has been rejecting other women. I saw him rejecting a girl’s confession in the teaching building yesterday.” Mao Hongxi said.

“In the case of Liu Zhuichui, although he teases men everywhere, he always breaks up after two or three days, and dumps them as soon as the novelty wears off. Why do I feel more like trying to make Yu Tingfeng jealous?”

“Forget it, it’s better for them to be together in a crooked way. They harm each other, so don’t provoke us good people.” Wu Xiaoyu said.

Several people were talking lively, Xue Canming saw that Song Zhaolan had not spoken, and shouted: “Song Zhaolan, why don’t you speak?”

Song Zhaolan looked back at them, and they all fell silent at the same time.

! !

The eyes are so scary!

Although it was only for a moment, they still felt sympathy, as if they had misunderstood the person. It was hard to believe that their mighty leader would show such a vicious expression.

Taking a closer look, the leader’s face was calm, and there was no illusion from just now.

A group of people arrived at the Ministry of Literature and Art. Song Zhaolan stood at the door and waited for all these people to go in. He glanced at Zhao Mingdeng who was at the end. His face was pale and his footsteps were flimsy. He asked concerned: “What’s wrong with you? You don’t look very good.”

Zhao Mingdeng waved his hand: “It’s okay, maybe Tianhan caught a cold.”

“Do you want to take a rest next to me?” Song Zhaolan suggested.

“It’s okay, the rehearsal should be over soon.” Zhao Mingdeng said weakly.

There is another class in the classroom who is rehearsing, and they are waiting next to it.

Yu Tingfeng found an empty table, sat on it, subconsciously looked for Song Zhaolan, and saw him sitting in the corner with the bald head.

Then Song Zhaolan got up, went to fetch a cup of hot water, and passed the water to Zhao Mingdeng in a hurry without looking sideways as he passed by.

Yu Tingfeng: “…” I got angry.

When Song Zhaolan passed by again to pick up the water, Yu Tingfeng rubbed his toes on his calf, and when the other party looked over, he showed a very unhappy expression, indicating that he was angry.

However, before Song Zhaolan could react, Xue Canming pointed at Yu Tingfeng and chased after him: “Why did you deliberately kick him?”

This voice made many people look over, the two sides stared at each other, and the tense atmosphere came again.

“Are you sick?” Zhang Wei couldn’t stand it any longer, and stood in the middle and explained, “I can testify that our boss’s foot has been resting there all the time, and it was accidentally touched by Song Zhaolan when he passed by. He’s dead, do you have some compulsive paranoia?”

Xue Canming looked at Song Zhaolan: “Is that so?”

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng: “Yes, I accidentally bumped into his foot.”

Zhang Wei mourned: “Our boss is really miserable, and we have to take the blame for everything.”

Xue Canming looked away awkwardly, and saw Liu Zhuizhui on the opposite side, just about to put on a handsome pose, but who knew that the other party glanced at him, turned his eyes away, and turned his head to talk to Yu Tingfeng in a low voice .

“I don’t think that Xue Canming has any challenge at all. I want to change it.” Liu Zhuizhui said, “I want to challenge the hardest one!”

Yu Tingfeng said: “Song Zhaolan, don’t even think about it.”

“I didn’t want him.” Liu Zhuizhui looked around, paused in the corner, suddenly smirked, covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, “How about Zhao Mingdeng? Breaking a precept is in line with my identity.”

The corner of Yu Tingfeng’s eye twitched: “666”

“Hehehe.” For some reason, Liu Zhuizhui sighed, “It’s a pity that Yu Xiaohui is not here. If she sees her brothers all bowing down under my pomegranate skirt, how angry will she be?”

“Come on, get ready for the next show.” Ji Xiuyuan shouted loudly, with a confident smile on her face. Compared with her timid look before, she was a completely different person.

“We are still short of one person, and Yu Xiaohui is not here.” Song Zhaolan said.

“She went to help carry the props and will be right back.”

As soon as Ji Xiuyuan finished speaking, Yu Xiaohui came back with beads of sweat on her face. She glanced at them silently and knew what to do next. She stood neatly back in the line and listened to Song Zhaolan’s orders.

The official rehearsal began, and the previous performances were very good. When it was the turn of Class A, he didn’t make any mistakes at the beginning. Until Zhao Mingdeng’s part, he gestured twice on the spot, and suddenly closed his eyes and fainted. on the ground.

Everyone was startled, Sun Yicheng asked: “What’s wrong with him? Touching porcelain?”

Song Zhaolan was the first to run over, pinched Zhao Mingdeng’s wrist, and quickly called for help from his companions, helped him onto his back, and escorted him to the infirmary together.

“What happened to the bald head?” Sun Yicheng asked.

“It’s all gone.” After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he followed, and Liu Zhuizhui followed him to check the situation.

“Malnutrition, let’s hang two bottles of nutrient solution first.” The doctor said after the examination, “Did you usually eat too little?”

Everyone knew what was going on as soon as they heard it, Xue Canming said: “He doesn’t eat meat, he usually eats rice and vegetables, and the vegetables have to be boiled, otherwise they have to rinse with boiling water before eating.”

“That’s not okay. You are growing up, so how can you not eat some meat. Look, your hair won’t grow any longer. It’s not okay to be bald at a young age.” The doctor said.

Xue Canming: “He shaved it himself.”

Doctor: “You don’t know the beauty of having more hair when you’re young.”

Zhao Mingdeng: “…”

After hanging up the bottle, the doctor walked outside to the consulting room, leaving a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

Song Zhaolan persuaded: “If you want to break the precept, eat some meat.”

Others also nodded.

Zhao Mingdeng had no blood on his face, his lips were chapped, and he shook his head: “No.”

Song Zhaolan: “In the past, you ate vegetarian food because you still had internal energy, but now you have neither internal energy nor kung fu. How can you do it with only such a little food?”

Xue Canming: “Besides, there is no longer your temple here, and no one supervises whether you are eating meat. It doesn’t matter.”

Mao Hongxi: “We won’t say anything about it. God knows about it, everyone here knows about it.”

Wu Xiaoyu: “The times are different. You see, if I don’t go begging for food, don’t I live a good life?”

Chen Yuting: “Brother, life matters, we won’t say anything even if you eat meat.”

Yu Xiaohui: “People are iron and rice is steel. If you don’t eat a meal, you will be hungry.”

However, no matter how hard they persuaded, Zhao Mingdeng still refused to eat meat, and everyone was helpless.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and it was time for dinner. Yu Xiaohui was not hungry, so she asked the boys to eat first, and she was here with Zhao Mingdeng.

A group of people walked out slowly, only to notice that Yu Tingfeng and Liu Zhuizhui had been standing here all along, and no one noticed.

But they didn’t care about the two of them, they all wanted to finish their meal quickly, and then bring some food to Yu Xiaohui and Zhao Mingdeng.

Liu Zhuizhui rolled his eyes, he didn’t know where to go by himself.

Song Zhaolan was the first to finish her meal and rushed to the infirmary, but was dragged into a nearby gymnasium on the way, and the door slammed shut.

Song Zhaolan turned around and saw Yu Tingfeng blocking the door: “What’s wrong?”

Yu Tingfeng looked at the packed food in his hand and rubbed his head irritably: “You haven’t talked to me all day.”

“Is there?” Song Zhaolan asked.

“Have.”

Song Zhaolan stepped forward, pulled off the hem of his clothes, and said sincerely, “Sorry, I forgot.”

Yu Tingfeng’s backlog of emotions dissipated in an instant, his heart was itchy, and he stretched out his index finger to poke him on the face: “I am your closest person, why do you only care about your friends?”

“Then you haven’t talked to me all day?” Song Zhaolan said, “You and Liu Zhuizhui are still very close.”

“How could we have it? It’s just that she is fooling around and being ignorant.” Yu Tingfeng immediately retorted.

“Really? Then what did you say on the way to the rehearsal?” Song Zhaolan asked.

Yu Tingfeng’s face turned reddish: “It’s nothing.”

Song Zhaolan loosened his clothes, with a cold expression on his face: “Oh, don’t ask, then I’ll go.”

Yu Tingfeng immediately grabbed his arm, closed his eyes, and blurted out: “I said yes, she said that Chen Yuting’s women’s clothing is pretty good-looking, if it were me, maybe… maybe it would look better.”

After a while, Yu Tingfeng quietly opened one eye: “Do you think she is messing around?”

“Well, this…”

Yu Tingfeng saw that he was looking at himself seriously, and the alarm bells sounded in his heart. As expected, he heard him say in the next second: “It seems to be very beautiful, why don’t you try it?”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

Song Zhaolan frowned, and asked again: “Then what happened to the girl who confessed to you yesterday?”

“What confession?”

“A girl downstairs confessed to you.”

Yu Tingfeng smiled meaningfully, leaned closer, stared at his face carefully and asked, “Are you jealous?”

“yes.”

“…” Unexpectedly honest.

Yu Tingfeng pinched his face: “It’s not a confession, I don’t even know her, so she asked me to watch a movie together on weekends, what’s so good about it.”

“… Isn’t this called a confession?”

“She didn’t say she liked me.”

“…You idiot.” Song Zhaolan relaxed his body, leaned his head forward, and rested his head on his shoulder.

Yu Tingfeng froze on the spot, raised one hand, not knowing what to do, moved forward slowly, and when he was about to stick it on his back, he heard his muffled voice: “Stop contacting girls from now on.”

“what?”

“What if a girl likes you?”

“What should I do? I don’t like them, I only like you.” Yu Tingfeng said.

Song Zhaolan raised his head and looked at him: “Then what if other boys like you?”

“It’s none of my business, I told you that I only like you.” Yu Tingfeng looked at him inexplicably, “I just like Song Zhaolan, even with the same name and surname, I only like this Song Zhaolan in front of me. I usually look at you You’re so smart, why would you ask such a stupid question?”

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: Because love makes people demented.

Yu Tingfeng: A wise man falls in love and builds a beautiful motherland together