Wulin No.1 Middle School - CH 5

On a Saturday morning, there were two-session class left before school ended.

The homeroom teacher began the two-session math class. There was still ten minutes before school ended, he began the re-election of the class representatives.

During the first election, there were still several students in the class who wanted to recommend themselves. Unfortunately, they were all scared away by Song Zhaolan’s friends with their intimidating eyes.

Now that they are re-selecting, the other students first glanced at Song Zhaolan and then at the faces of his friends who were full of reluctance, and they surprisingly couldn’t bear it.

“Teacher, may I recommend Song Zhaolan to continue to be our class monitor?” A girl asked.

“Then I recommend student Zhao Mingdeng to be our disciplinary committee member!”

“Yu Xiaohui should be the literature and arts committee member!” A boy shouted, and the surrounding boys immediately laughed in a peculiar manner.

As early as the beginning of the school year, the boys would privately discuss the class beauties, especially the most temperamental Yu Xiaohui, who is proud and aloof and speaks very little. She quietly sat there like a painting, some people secretly called her Class A’s Xiaolongnu.

Now the Xiaolongnu of Class A turned her head and glanced at them and the boys immediately became excited. Xiaolongnu inexplicably frowned.

The Yushan sect is an all female sect who had no interest in men.

Yu Xiaohui gently withdrew her gaze: “I, Yushan… Yu Xiaohui only listens to Song Zhaolan’s orders, you all go aside.”

Boys: … Shit!

Song Zhaolan, you are the public enemy of boys!

Song Zhaolan didn’t notice the jealous eyes of the boys, and instead asked, “Do you want to be a literary and arts committee member?”

Yu Xiaohui shook her head.

“Then don’t.”

“Okay.”

Homeroom teacher: “… … ” Do you still have me in your eyes? !

The homeroom teacher directly selected a group of class cadres, and as for Song Zhaolan, he was made a nominal deputy monitor, it can be said he was given an honorary position as a student with good grades. There was nothing he needed to do, as long as he can discipline himself is already the greatest respect for his work!

After school, Song Zhaolan went outside carrying a backpack. More than a dozen people followed behind him walking in unison, drawing the attention of passers-by until they ran into another group of people showing off their power.

When enemies meet face to face, their eyes blaze with hate.

Both sides stopped at the same time.

The people around wanted to stop and watch the fun, but they were forced to retreat by the vicious faces of Class F.

Yu Tingfeng raised his chin: “Instead of choosing a day, it’s better to start immediately, we’ll finish what we didn’t finish last time.”

Song Zhaolan was eager:  “Yes.”

The two men turned around and walked toward the school gates in unison but their men didn’t follow.

Yu Tingfeng looked back at them, and the Right Guardian guilty bowed, explaining: “Sect leader, well, my family is going to the aquarium today and I’m a little curious about what’s like … ”

The Left Guardian fiddle her long hair, coquettishly shook her shoulders and in a sweet voice: “Sect master, I want to go shopping~~”

Subordinate A: “I, I, and my family have come to pick me up, right at the gate.”

Subordinate B: “I want to play games…”

Yu Tingfeng waved: “Go, go, all roll off for me.”

When Xue Canming and others saw that their opponents had all run away, they simply said goodbye to Song Zhaolan, and went back to their new homes to experience their new lives.

Song Zhaolan looked at the desolate back and let out a long sigh, “Let’s hurry up, I have to go back early for lunch too.”

“What time is it? You’re still thinking about lunch.” Yu Tingfeng snorted

“Where to compete?” Song Zhaolan pumped his fist.

There’s a food street across from the school, and Yu Tingfeng took him there.

After walking a little distance, Yu Pingfeng glanced at his calm face and thought about how he could sneak up on him, but wouldn’t he lose his dignity? Then should he just use his ultimate move?… Forget it, it’s a bit of a pity to have an opponent who can fight hundreds of rounds ……That’s it! Just beat him up until he joined the demonic sect!

After making up his mind, Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at the person next to him… Where is he?

He looked around and saw Song Zhaolan standing still in front of a stall.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Yu Tingfeng

turned back and stood by him and asked.

Song Zhaolan pointed at the hand-grabbed pancake and asked : “Does a hand-grabbed pancake need to be grabbed by hand?”

Yu Tingfeng showed a disdainful expression as if he had heard a joke: “Nonsense, otherwise can it be called hand-grabbed pancake?”

The boss looked up and glanced at them.

Song Zhaolan again pointed to the stall next to him: “Then is there a sweetheart in that sweetheart cake?”

“Of course,” Yu Tingfeng said as a matter of fact.

The boss took another look at them.

Song Zhaolan was almost convinced, but immediately found a rebuttal: “But …. Why is there no dog in Goubuli bun?”

“Well… because the steamed stuffed bun shop was bought by our demonic sect, we don’t eat dog meat, so we don’t sell dog meat buns.” Yu Tingfeng said.

“Oh.”

The boss suddenly interjected: “These two handsome guys, are you students from No. 1 Middle School?”

Yu Tingfeng didn’t reply, Song Zhaolan nodded: “Is there something wrong?”

“No, I’m afraid you have something wrong.” The boss had already fished out his cell phone and  ready to call the police to sent back these mentally retarded teenagers back to the hospital.

Song Zhaolan once again was drawn to the fragrance of the hand-grabbed pancakes in front of him, this was a delicacy he hadn’t tasted yet.

Yu Tingfeng said: “Hurry up and buy it and finish our business.”

Song Zhaolan softly sighed. He touched his pocket, it was completely empty, and hesitantly said, “I’ve run out of pocket money.”

Yu Tingfeng: “… … ”

Song Zhaolan raised his eyes to look at him: “Do you have any? Can you lend me some?”

“Heh, I won’t lend any.” Yu Tingfeng pretended to cover his pocket tightly, so that he wouldn’t bluntly say that his pocket money was long gone. He raised his voice and bluffed, “Don’t forget what your identity is and what my identity is.”

The boss who was frying the pancake was becoming more convinced that these two have escaped from the mental hospital.

“Okay.” Song Zhaolan said dejectedly.

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him and said, “You…really want to eat?”

“Uh-huh.”

Yu Tingfeng put his hands into his pockets and said, “I have a way for you to eat it, but first you have to agree to one condition.”

Song Zhaolan asked with anticipation and vigilance: “What condition?”

“We will compete later, you will let me make three moves.”

“No problem.” Song Zhaolan pointed at the cake on the stall, “I want this.”

Yu Tingfeng nodded, then leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear, “Then get ready.”

“What are you going to do?” Song Zhaolan was puzzled and turned to look at him. He was caught off guard when his cheek bumped into the other side’s nose, and he brushed it off.

Yu Tingfeng’s body was slightly stiffened, he touched his nose and said, “Get your qinggong ready.”

“Hmm?”

As soon as Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he saw Yu Tingfeng use his Qianfeng finger, in the blink of an eye, two fingers reached into the iron bucket, and bare-handedly fished out a pancake.

Song Zhaolan’s eyes widened and the boss was also dumbfounded. The two looked at each other not knowing how to react.

“What are you still standing here for? Run!” Yu Tingfeng grabbed his wrist and ran.

After a moment, as if the boss first woke up from the dream, he then shouted to catch those thieves.

When passersby reacted, they saw two figures running faster than dogs and quickly disappeared from everyone’s sight.

… …

Deep in the alley, Song Zhaolan looked down at their wrists and asked, “Don’t you feel burned?”

“It’s burning me to death!” Yu Tingfeng immediately let go and tossed the pancakes with his hands. “These shit grabbed pancakes, are you trying to burn this grandpa to death?”

Song Zhaolan looked at him from the side, his eyes focused .

Until the other party finally held the pancakes firmly in his hand, he took it silently, well, the temperature was just right.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head and took a bite, chewing it.

Yu Tingfeng noticed that when he ate, he was inexplicably well-behaved, he didn’t make any noise, and he didn’t show any superfluous expressions, as if nothing could disturb him from eating something delicious.

Yu Tingfeng couldn’t help but ask: “Is it delicious?”

Song Zhaolan nodded.

“Give me a taste.”

Song Zhaolan turned his back and continued eating the pancake.

“Hey, you can’t even share a piece? Don’t you guys always boast about being righteous heroes?” Yu Tingfeng poked his back shoulder.

“I didn’t.” Song Zhaolan replied.

“I don’t care. Give me some.”

“It was agreed beforehand, this is my reward for giving you three moves.” Song Zhaolan paused, “If I give you some, wouldn’t it be equivalent to giving you my life in vain?”

Yu Tingfeng pondered that this seemed to be the case so he made a reasonable proposal: “Let me have a bite and I take back one move. You only need to give me two moves. How about that?”

Song Zhaolanxin said in his heart: Even if you give me ten moves, I still can beat you to the ground.

However, after all, Yu Tingfeng got this pancake. After thinking about it, he still handed it to Yu Tingfeng’s mouth: “Just one bite.”

Yu Tingfeng opened his mouth and took a big bite.

Song Zhaolan: “… … ”

Song Zhaolan looked at the last remaining small piece of cake, and deeply furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s not bad.” Yu Tingfeng commented after eating. “Give me another bite to see where exactly it is delicious. Let’s exchange it for another move.”

“No more.” Song Zhaolan quickly stuffed the rest of the pancake into his mouth in one breath. He chewed it until his cheeks puffed up. He stretched out a hand and coldly said, “Make your move. I’ll give you another taste of my Yufeng palm.”

Yu Tingfeng squinted his eyes, took two steps back and began to prepare for his moves.

The battle was imminent.

Song Zhaolan frowned and was about to make a move when a sudden sound of hurried footsteps interrupted their competition.

“They’re the ones who took my cake! I also suspect they have a problem with their brain, Uncle Policeman, please have a look!” The owner of the pancakes ran over with the police officers, followed by a few passersby who joined in the fun.

“You two, come with me to the police station.” The policeman said.

“No, why can others sit in a police car that can cover their whole person and you still need to hold it yourself? What’s that thing on your head do?” Yu Tingfeng said irritably.

The police officer rode a motorcycle and shouted loudly: “Who told you to run into me on a patrol? I only ride a motorcycle on patrol.”

Yu Tingfeng didn’t want to hold this strange man’s waist at all. He pushed his hand back and held Song Zhaolan’s waist.

Song Zhaolan froze and slapped his hand.

Yu Tingfeng didn’t let go. He didn’t fight just now, but now he’s inexplicably more vigorous. The more the other party slapped his hand, the tighter he held it: “Jie Jie Jie Jie, don’t even try to escape my palm!”

The motorcycle stopped in front of the police station, Song Zhaolan got out of the car, took off his helmet neatly, and kicked Yu Tingfeng: “You didn’t wash the hand that grabbed the pancake.”

Yu Tingfeng was kicked and wanted to take revenge, but the helmet on his head was too much of a hindrance, so he stomped his feet in place: “How the hell do you take off this thing?!”

“Don’t move.”

The policeman greets the security guard, and when he turned around, he saw Song Zhaolan helping the tall, thin boy take off his helmet, as if they were good brothers.

“All right, you pair of scoundrels that stole the hand-grabbed pancake, come with me.” As soon as the policeman had finished shouting, he saw the two scuffled.

“… … Stop it! Song Zhaolan!!!”

Yu Tingfeng paused suddenly, still pinching Song Zhaolan’s waist in his hand, and asked in a low voice, “Why does he know your name? Does he know mine? Could it be the mysterious power of this world?”

Song Zhaolan with his fist still against his jaw replied, “Because he is my father now.”

Yu Tingfeng: “?”

Song Zhaolan’s father may have a gun!

As soon as he had the idea in his head, Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, fell to the ground in the direction of his fist and pointed at Song Zhaolan: “He beat me and he ate the pancake.”

Song Zhaolan immediately turned to look at Officer Song: “He robbed the pancake.”

“Both of you come in here.” Officer Song said.

Song Zhaolan took two steps and saw that Yu Tingfeng was still on the ground and didn’t get up. He went back to stand beside him and stretched out a hand.

Yu Tingfeng looked up for a few seconds, then took his hand and stood up, patting the dust on his body: “Don’t think I won’t dare to hit you in the future.”

“It doesn’t matter who wins or loses.” Song Zhaolan clenched his fist confidently, “I’m tough here.”

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: I’m very tough here.

Yu Tingfeng: I am also very hard here.