MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 72

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Yu Tingfeng kept asking what happened, but Song Zhaolan just looked at him secretively.

"If you don't say it, don't think about leaving here today." Yu Tingfeng threatened.

"Don't you know?" Song Zhaolan asked with deep meaning.

Yu Tingfeng was surprised and said, "Is the old horse aware of my copying of homework?"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yu Tingfeng grabbed his arm and suddenly showed an aggrieved expression: "Just tell me, what is it? Why do I think it's a big deal? Tell me, just tell me." Tell me, good man Song."

"Are you acting like a baby?" Song Zhaolan smiled.

"Let go of your stinky fart." Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand angrily, "If you don't talk about pulling down, who cares."

"Okay." Song Zhaolan was about to say, when the phone rang, he glanced at the phone and said, "Next time, Liu Yun has something to do with me, so I'll be leaving first."

"It's Liu Yun again." Yu Tingfeng kicked the pebbles on the ground, "He's already in his third year of high school, why is he looking for you all day long, is it because he doesn't have enough homework?"

"I have something to look for him, goodbye." Song Zhaolan left with the red bean cake.

Yu Tingfeng stared at his back for half a minute, and was about to follow him secretly, but was called in by Yu Huan: "What are you doing outside, come in and look at the store."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Half an hour later, Song Zhaolan arrived at the coffee shop, ignored the bewildered eyes of the clerk, and only ordered a glass of boiled water.

"It's so cold outside, why are you sweating so much?" Liu Yun asked, rubbing his hands.

"Exercising a bit." Song Zhaolan said, putting the handbag on the empty seat next to her.

"Come here, come here, what else to eat, bring me one, and see if it tastes good." Liu Yun said.

"No, go buy it yourself."

"If you want something to eat, you will die, right?"

"Yes, people are like iron and rice is steel, and I panic when others take it." Song Zhaolan took a sip of warm water from the cup.

"..." Liu Yun glanced at him extremely speechless, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Song Zhaolan talked to Liu Yun about the arrangement of the art festival, and said: "This time, everyone wants to play something different from before. The cross-class cooperation method is adopted, and the enthusiasm of the students is high and the participation is very high. But if this is the case, The rehearsal time is difficult to come together, which will affect the normal class situation, and the teachers will not agree to use the class time to rehearse the program."

Liu Yun glanced at the program list: "You are all big programs, and it must be difficult to rehearse. Or choose a few suitable programs to cross classes, and other small programs should be produced by the class, otherwise it will be too difficult to reconcile."

"I think so too, but other students want to participate in the cross-class program."

"Normal, who wouldn't want to play with students from other classes, and skip class openly." Liu Yun paused, "Why are you looking at me like that? Have you got an idea?"

"I have an immature idea and need the help of your former president."

"what?"

Song Zhaolan whispered a few words to him, and Liu Yun frowned slightly: "Even if my friends agree, the teacher and director may not necessarily agree, right?"

"So I will go with you to talk to the school leaders, and it should be successful."

"What about my friends? They are all in their third year of high school, so they may not have the time to play with you."

"It's not for fun, don't you want to leave some other memories in the last year?"

Liu Yun thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll ask their opinions first."

"Thank you."

Liu Yun took a sip of coffee, and was suddenly happy: "I really didn't find the wrong successor."

"The award is only for the scholarship." Song Zhaolan said.

Liu Yun laughed loudly: "But I saw that you were not happy at first, and I was really worried."

"Then why did you choose me?"

"Maybe it's intuition?" Liu Yun said slowly, "I think you may be like me, once you identify a thing or a person, you will fall headlong to the end."

Song Zhaolan always felt that there was something in his words, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Who are you talking about...Wu Xun?"

Liu Yun nodded: "When did you see it?"

"The first time I saw you and Wu Xun."

"..."

Liu Yun carefully recalled the scene at that time. It was under the corner of the abandoned building. He and Wu Xun were secretly kissing when they suddenly heard someone jumping in from the wall. He walked out from behind the tree and saw Song Zhaolan and Yu Xun who seemed nothing had happened. Stop the wind.

"you saw it?"

Song Zhaolan nodded and took a sip of water calmly.

"I saw it then?!" Liu Yun said incredulously, "But I observed you at that time, and you didn't look abnormal."

"What's unusual, this is a matter between you, it has nothing to do with me." Song Zhaolan asked.

Liu Yun was speechless: "Your determination is really useless. After my buddies found out, they would gossip about me all day long, and they are so annoying."

Song Zhaolan smiled: "Instead of inquiring about these gossips, I might as well eat more food."

"I hope everyone can think like you." Liu Yun smiled helplessly, it can be seen that he calmly took out a piece of cake from the bag and ate it alone. He was still calm and felt that he was weaker.

He didn't believe that Song Zhaolan could remain indifferent all this time: "How are you and Yu Tingfeng doing?"

Song Zhaolan paused: "How about what?"

"Aren't you together?"

"Ahem." Song Zhaolan almost choked to death on the biscuits, and hurriedly drank a few sips of water, "Where did the rumor come from?"

"Rumor?" Liu Yun slowly opened his eyes wide, "Could it be that I have misunderstood all this time?"

Song Zhaolan was silent: "Why do you think we are together?"

"You two obviously look like...you treat him differently than others."

Song Zhaolan: "...How can I tell you, he is my benefactor, of course he is different from others."

"Just a benefactor? No other feelings?" Liu Yun asked.

Song Zhaolan buried his head in eating the biscuit, looked at the crumbs on the biscuit from the corner of his eye, and murmured, "Maybe I..."

"Oh, Wu Xun is here." Liu Yun suddenly looked out the window and waved.

Song Zhaolan turned his head and saw Wu Xun riding a bicycle, parked outside their window.

"Stop talking, I'm going back to write papers, you still can't feel the pain of the third year of high school." Liu Yun hurriedly packed his bags.

"But you smiled happily." Song Zhaolan said.

Liu Yun smiled from ear to ear: "Although the third year of high school is painful, the partner is sweet, and you can't understand it."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Liu Yun put his bag on his back, ran out of the window, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and waved at him without looking back.

Song Zhaolan watched them leave before getting up and going home.

When he got downstairs, he stared at the bicycle in the yard again. After returning home for dinner, he asked, "Where's our bicycle?"

"It's stored downstairs. No one rides it anymore. I don't know if it's rusted. What's wrong?" Zhao Qinghong asked.

"I'm going to ride."

"Go, the key is in your room, go find it yourself."

Song Zhaolan returned to the room, searched through boxes and cabinets, found several keys in the bottom drawer, took them down together, tried them one by one, and finally heard the sound of "click" to successfully unlock the lock.

Zhao Qinghong followed, took a rag in his hand, and wiped the seat cushion and the car carefully: "Okay, let's go ride."

Song Zhaolan sat on it, and just stepped on a step when the car tipped over.

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Zhao Qinghong: "...?"

Song Zhaolan rode again, stepped on it twice, and the bike tilted again.

Zhao Qinghong asked in shock: "Didn't you know it well when you were young? Why can't you sit still after not riding for a few years?"

Song Zhaolan said with a guilty conscience: "Maybe my physical skills have degenerated, I can just practice again."

"But I'm going to the hospital soon, and a patient came here temporarily. How about you learn it next week, I just happen to be on vacation, so I will teach you well."

"No, you go to the hospital, I will learn here, I won't fall."

Zhao Qinghong was still worried, and Song Zhaolan tried to persuade him to leave after repeatedly promising that he would not be injured.

"Then I'm really leaving. Call me if you have anything to do at home, and don't stay up late at night." Zhao Qinghong told him repeatedly with her bag on her shoulders.

After sending people away, he pushed the car to a nearby small park to practice.

There was also a kid next to him who was practicing with his family. The kid took a look at him and passed him on a bike braggingly: "Brother, you are good food."

Song Zhaolan helped the car: "Your car still has two training wheels, but mine doesn't."

Child: "Dad! Take those two wheels off for me!"

Song Zhaolan clicked on the phone and looked for the practice video. After watching it for two minutes, Yu Tingfeng's call came.

He blinked and connected: "Hello?"

"Haven't you finished meeting Liu Yun?" Yu Tingfeng said impatiently.

Song Zhaolan: "It's over."

Yu Tingfeng: "Then why aren't you at home?"

Song Zhaolan was taken aback: "I'm in the park?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Who are you with now?"

Song Zhaolan looked around: "With a child, and his father."

Yu Tingfeng:?

Song Zhaolan: "I'm learning how to drive, what's wrong?"

Yu Tingfeng: "What car to learn? Forget it, send me the location."

Song Zhaolan sent him the location, and the other party hung up in seconds.

"Brother, do you want to find a helper?" The child raised his head and asked.

"Yup."

"I can't beat me even if I have a helper!" The child rode a bicycle and drove forward.

Song Zhaolan also chased after him, but every time he took two steps, he was about to fall.

The kid's father couldn't bear to see it, and said with a smile: "Young man, don't always stare at the pedals below, but look at the road ahead. Come and let me support you at the back. You just need to watch the road ahead and step on it."

With a stable center of gravity in the back, the sense of security has increased a lot, Song Zhaolan carefully stared at the road ahead, and stepped on it.

After successfully walking half a circle, Song Zhaolan stopped and turned back overjoyed: "Thank you, brother."

"It's okay, it's okay anyway, I'll practice with you more." The eldest brother said kindly.

Under the training of her eldest brother, Song Zhaolan was finally able to set off successfully, but the turning was not smooth, and she couldn't grasp the leader, so she followed the leader all the time.

"Be careful, you're going to hit a tree." The eldest brother shouted quickly.

Before hitting the tree, Song Zhaolan stepped on the ground urgently, and the eldest brother came to the side and reached out to support him.

"Let go of him!" A voice shouted in the distance.

The two were taken aback. Looking back, they saw a young man with a heavy and serious expression striding over, grabbing his elder brother's hand, and asked viciously, "Who are you? Why did you murder him?"

The eldest brother looked confused: "Murder? I didn't murder him."

"There was no murder, so why did you push him against a tree?"

"..."

"Let go." Song Zhaolan patted Yu Tingfeng's hand away, and apologized to his elder brother, "I'm sorry, this is my friend, he has a problem with his mind, don't take it for granted."

The eldest brother laughed: "It's okay, it's probably dark, and he didn't see clearly. Since your friend is here, I'll go see Xiaobao."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Bao had already come back from a circle: "Father, am I stronger than my brother!"

"Yes, yes, Xiaobao is the best." The eldest brother took the child to the other side to continue playing.

The two left looking at each other.

Yu Tingfeng scratched his head in embarrassment: "Is he really a good person?"

Song Zhaolan laughed and said, "You are a monster, you still doubt whether other people are good people?"

Yu Tingfeng pouted.

"What do you want from me?" Song Zhaolan pushed the car back and returned to the driveway.

"It's nothing, I just happen to be delivering goods nearby, so let's take a look." Yu Tingfeng glanced at the bicycle, "Are you learning this?"

"Yes, will you?"

"Yes, I can also play a little eDonkey."

"Oh." Song Zhaolan looked indifferent.

"Isn't it you, this can inspire the desire to win?"

"Can't you?" Song Zhaolan got into the car and continued to step forward. The car wobbled and was about to stop when Yu Tingfeng sat on the back seat.

Song Zhaolan: "I'm just learning the road, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Don't worry, before you get into an accident, I will jump off the car first. At this height, I can stand up immediately." Yu Tingfeng patted his waist, "It's good to watch the road and keep an eye on the front."

The car shook even more.

Song Zhaolan stabilized his mind, looked at the road ahead seriously, gradually getting better, mastered the essentials, and soon he was no longer controlled by the dragon head, and walked around the lake.

Then he started to challenge the cobblestone road next to him, which was extremely bumpy.

"Are you so eager for success?" Yu Tingfeng felt his **** was about to burst, "Can you change to a better way to walk."

"If you don't like it, go down." Song Zhaolan turned to look at him.

"You're watching the road!"

The tire happened to get stuck between two rocks, and the car tilted. Song Zhaolan hurriedly put his feet on the ground, but the person behind him suddenly stood up, hugged him and fell onto the lawn next to him, rolling in a circle.

"Are you okay?" Yu Tingfeng got up and asked.

Song Zhaolan's head was held by him, and it was well protected, but two hard rocks were thrown by his back.

He sat up with a pale face: "It was fine, but you murdered me."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm afraid you will fall into the lake in front." Yu Tingfeng touched his back, "Are you scratched?"

"It's okay." Song Zhaolan moved his arms and shoulders, "There seems to be no major problem."

"Let me see." Yu Tingfeng said as he was about to lift up his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhaolan grabbed his clothes angrily, "This is a park."

Yu Tingfeng looked around the circle: "What are you afraid of? It's so dark, who can see what we are doing? Quickly lift up the clothes and let me see."

What a bad line.

Song Zhaolan said: "It's so dark, you can't see anything."

"That's right, let's see when we go home." Yu Tingfeng held his hand and stood up, paused suddenly, then touched his hand again, "Why is it so cold?"

"It's cold."

"How long have you been studying here?"

"about an hour?"

"No wonder." Yu Tingfeng held his hands, rubbed them together, and exhaled fairy air into them.

The palm of the hand gradually warmed up, and the temperature transmitted was enough to warm the whole body.

Borrowing the faint light by the lake, Song Zhaolan stared at his face for a while, then suddenly heaved a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingfeng raised his head and saw that he was looking up at the dark sky, with indistinct emotions hidden in his eyes, he also raised his head to look at the sky, "There is not a single star, what are you looking at? ?”

Song Zhaolan said softly: "You said..."

"what?"

"Why isn't it raining?"

"What good is it raining?"

"There is no big change, lightning and thunder, and sparks and lightning all the way." Song Zhaolan said blankly, "Could the master lie to me?"

This familiar but terrible conversation immediately hit Yu Tingfeng's sore foot.

"...Are you looking for a lover again?!"

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: Look, there is a fool here.

Yu Tingfeng:? . ?