《Wulin No.1 Middle School》 CH 1.1 The scorching summer had drawn to an end, with a slight chill in the air. Many people sported a loose school jacket over their thin short sleeves. As soon as the National Holiday ended, the students at Wulin No. 1 Middle School had to settle down and return back to the campus. ¡°The law of gravity, proposed by Newton, is a law of interaction between objects. Any two objects in nature are attracted to each other. Gravity is one of them. The formula is.. ¡± In class, the physics teacher was tirelessly reviewing this point for everyone. When he saw that everyone was listening to his class very seriously, he felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. As expected of Class A students. Wulin No. 1 Middle School was divided into six classes of ABCDEF in sequence according to their grades, and the prestigious teachers were naturally inclined to Class A. He originally wasn¡¯t taught this class, but the former physics teacher suddenly took a long leave of absence before National Holiday to go see a psychiatrist, so he was asked to take his place. ¡°This student, what do you want to ask?¡± The teacher smiled kindly. The boy in the front row was upright and his face was keen on knowledge: ¡°Who is Newton?¡± Physics teacher: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ?¡± ¡°If gravity meets our alliance leader¡¯s Pinsha Tayan, will it still work?¡±The boy asked. ¡°What alliance leader? What Pinsha Tayan?¡±The physics teacher¡¯s brow was wrung. ¡°My lord, please show this gentleman your qinggong. So that he could see what it was like walking on sand like a flat ground, and faster than the swallows like the return of the wild geese!¡± The boy turned and looked admiringly at the boy in the last row of the classroom near the window, ¡°Knock this Newton down!¡± Physics teacher: ¡­¡­ Newton¡¯s coffin was about to collapse. ¡°Yes! That¡¯s right! My lord, please do it now!¡± ¡°What¡¯s this rotten place? Why should we listen to this old man?¡± ¡°Newton sounds powerful. There is no harm in making friends with him, Brother Song, how do you think this matter should be handled?¡± ¡°Quiet, quiet. You don¡¯t even know who Newton is? You fools!¡± As soon as the physics teacher finished shouting, he suddenly felt a hint of murderous aura, no it was clearly a wave of murderous aura. Many of his students¡¯ eyes had changed, they were as sharp as a blade, and seemed like they wanted to peel off his skin. ¡°Everyone, wait a minute ¡­ ¡± The boy in the last row raised his head from the book, his eyes were dark and distant. He scanned around indifferently before resting his eyes on the teacher. ¡°He¡¯s our teacher now, not a mole from the Demon Sect,¡± he said. With the order, everyone restored to their friendly faces. The physics teacher was silent, and quickly came to a conclusion. He suspected that the students had read too many martial art novels while they¡¯re on a holiday, and now they¡¯re learning how to form cliques. But this group of high school students were tall and strong, he couldn¡¯t afford to provoke them, otherwise he would be the one that was unfortunate. He sensed that the eight-grade-syndrome students seemed to listen to the tall and handsome boy¡¯s orders, and wiped down his cold sweat, ¡°You guys are really the worst class A students I have ever had, who is the class leader, come out and take care of the discipline¡± ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± The boy in the last row stood up lazily and reported his name, ¡°Song Zhaolan.¡± ¡°Oh, it¡¯s you. Sit down.¡± The physics teacher had heard the great name of this boy who took first place in Wulin No. 1 Middle School. ¡°Where¡¯s the representative of the physics class? Write down the names of the people who have just started a ruckus.¡± ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± Song Zhaolan stood up again. ¡°Sit down.¡± The teacher said, ¡°Who is the disciplinary committee?¡± As soon as Song Zhaolan was about to stand up, his teacher gestured and asked him to sit down: ¡°Forget it. Where is the English class representative?¡± Song Zhaolan didn¡¯t stand up this time, and answered directly, ¡°Here.¡± The teacher endured and endured, and he couldn¡¯t endure it any longer: ¡°Why are you even the representative of the English class?¡± ¡°I¡¯m untalented, it was all thanks to them for choosing me. The class cadre you want are all me¡± Song Zhaolan said modestly. ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± The teacher was speechless. ¡°There are so many class assignments you have to do, with only you, you would have too many responsibilities on your shoulders.¡± At this time, more than a dozen students clasped their fists together and powerfully shouted: ¡°We are at the beck and call of Alliance Leader Song at any time, we are willing to sacrifice our lives.¡± Teacher: ¡°¡­¡­ ¡± The rest of the class burst into laughter, and one said, ¡°Teacher, now you know why the last teacher went to see the psychiatrist!¡± CH 1.2 As soon as the bell rang, the teacher took his textbook and rushed to the homeroom teacher to report the situation. A dozen boys and girls gathered around the last table. ¡°My Lord, this place is dangerous. How can we get back?¡± ¡°Life here was unfamiliar and everyone have different appearances and identities. It was a blessing to still be able to meet you all¡± ¡°What Sect Leader Yu said is very ture.¡± ¡°Amitabha, since we have come to this place, it must be fate. We might as well observe the situation for a while, and maybe we can find a way back¡± Everyone all spoke their opinions. They were originally martial arts warriors, and before the war between good and evil, they needed to choose a new alliance leader. After losing to Song Zhaolan one by one, he was chosen as the leader of the alliance and joined forces to besiege the nest of the demon sect. When the two sides were fighting to the death, all of a sudden, dark clouds rolled and thunder rumbled, the sky appeared to have been ripped open, and the golden light leaked, bringing them all to this place. Song Zhaolan said to the monk: ¡°What Master Mingdeng said is true. Let¡¯s get used to life here first.¡± Everyone nodded, looking around and out the window, feeling what the new environment was like, as well as the others¡¯ sympathetic yet amusing gaze in the classroom. In the corridor, people come and go, in groups of twos and threes, smiling and talking. ¡°Have you heard? Class A has driven the teacher crazy again, ha ha ha!¡± ¡°It¡¯s really amazing. Class F downstairs just made an English teacher go crazy, let¡¯s hurry to see the excitement!¡± The corridors upstairs and downstairs were so lively that other students jostled in two places, even the birds in the trees were blown away by their noses. A plump white pigeon emerged from nowhere and circled in the air, drawing the attention of the students, one after another lying on the railing and waving at. ¡°Coo, coo.¡± The white pigeon flapped around for a while, and finally landed on Class A¡¯s windowsill, ¡°coo coo coo.¡± A slender hand held its plump body down and removed a bamboo tube tied to its leg, and a small roll of paper fell out. There were eight words written on it ¡ª¡ª Three quarter rooster hour, meet in the grove. (TL: three quarter rooster hour: is around 17:45 to 19:45) ¡°It was from the demon sect.¡± Song Zhaolan spoke calmly. As soon as that phrase came out, they suddenly quieted down. Xue Canming, the young disciple of the Qing Tong clan, who was in the first row that asked the teacher the question, looked at the paper and laughed, ¡± Everyone be ready at the three quarter rooster hour. We must take down these thieves this time!¡± Everyone clasped their fist, ¡°Yes!¡± In the last class, Xue Canming sneaked up to sit next to Song Zhaolan, planning to ask him how to duel later. Seeing Song Zhaolan burying his head in his painting with seriousness, he leaned over and said, ¡°What are you painting, my lord?¡± Song Zhaolan beckoned him to see it himself. Xue Canming took a closer look, it was a yellow round cake, and two words were written on the bottom for remarks¡ªegg tarts. ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°It¡¯s delicious.¡± Song Zhaolan said, ¡°I ate it in the canteen yesterday.¡± ¡°The beef noodle in the canteen is good too.¡± Xue Canming said. ¡°Really? Which window is it?¡± ¡°The third from the left¡± . ¡­ Wait, I¡¯m here to talk about a duel! ¡°My lord, do you think it would be better for us to fight one-on-one or a group attack?¡± Song Zhaolan reflected for a while, frowning: ¡°Nonsense. The third one on the left is obviously for spicy sour noodles.¡± Xue Canming: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Pardon him, he had forgotten that the position of the alliance leader was the result of everyone coaxing Song Zhaolan into it after a few meals. With a casual glance, Xue canming¡¯s eyes suddenly stopped and stared out of the window Song Zhaolan looked sideways, and saw a man standing at the back door. His face was exposed in the small square window, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and slightly high cheekbones. Like the devil in Shura¡¯s hell, he could eat a man in one gulp. And those dark and terrifying eyes were staring at their every move at this time. He was no other than the homeroom teacher of class A. Every now and then, he appeared around the classroom, his movements were unpredictable, his eyes were fierce. He observed every person who made a small move. Under such a majestic and terrifying sight, Song Zhaolan and Xue Canming slowly lowered their heads. Xue Canming couldn¡¯t help but silently thought: what a good teammate it would be if the head teacher could appear in their Jianghu. With only one look, he could suppress the demonic sect! Finally, when the bell rang after class, the teacher was about to drag the class, when he suddenly saw this group of people standing up together and rushing out. Let¡¯s just say there were no rules, they kept in a perfect formation even when they escaped. ¡°Hey, come back! I¡¯ll talk for two more minutes, just two more minutes, it won¡¯t be long!¡± CH 1.3 Wulin No. 1 Middle School has a long history and is surrounded by green trees. The grove is located on the southeast side of the campus. It is full of shrubs and towering trees. The area is not small, it¡¯s the best place for fighting, dating, and violating the school rules. At this time, just after class, a mighty crowd suddenly poured in. Led by Song Zhaolan, about a dozen people carefully observed the surrounding environment, guarding against the use of hidden weapons. At this moment, a leaf floated down with the wind and landed firmly on Song Zhaolan¡¯s head. ¡°Alliance leader, beware of hidden weapons!¡± Xue Canming stood beside him vigilantly. Song Zhaolan raised his hand, grabbed the leaves, raised his eyes lightly, and looked in a certain direction of the forest. ¡°Did you find us?¡± said a man in the forest. ¡°Nonsense. Can a tree block your fat body?¡± a languid voice sneered. As soon as he heard this voice, Xue Canming¡¯s fighting spirit ignited: ¡°Yu Tingfeng, if you have the ability, come out and decide the outcome, come out, don¡¯t hide in there and be silent!¡± ¡°Strange. Did I not say something?¡± Just then, a tall man walked out from behind a tree. He was tall, with sharp brows and bright eyes, a high nose, and thin red lips. The school jacket was tied around his waist, with the short sleeves lifted up to the shoulders, revealing muscular arms. A long leaf was held in his mouth, the narrow and sharp eyes looked at them, and the smile was a bit evil. Before he could speak, there were a lot of followers behind him. One of them was a short boy who was less than 1.5 meters tall, jumped up and scolded, ¡°Just you bunch of rubbish, dare to provoke us!¡± As Xue Canming was about to stand out, Song Zhaolan pushed him back. ¡°Let¡¯s keep the old rules, Yue Tingfeng.¡± Song Zhaolan glanced at the time and decided to skip the harsh words. If he didn¡¯t hurry up, he would miss the canteen¡¯s hot egg tarts. ¡°Sect Master, let me meet this little white face this time!¡± The short man rolled up his sleeves rudely, and just two steps forward, he was kicked to the side by Yu Tingfeng, ¡°Ouch!¡± ¡°If you lose, where will our Demon Sect¡¯s face go?¡± Yu Tingfeng said in disgust, and walked two steps forward, looking straight at Song Zhaolan, ¡°Don¡¯t think I¡¯m reluctant to kill you. .¡± Before the words fell, the two of them had already exchanged hands, one move to another. Ten minutes later, the people on both sides squatted on the ground or climbed trees to watch. What¡¯s more, there was someone who¡¯s playing chess beside them. Since coming to this world, the rules of order have changed a lot. Without knowing the situation, the two sides took the lead in order to ensure the least casualties and reached a one-on-one consensus. Each time a battle happens, one person will be sent. More than a month later, the two men were fighting each other every day. Shorty can¡¯t sit still, and he has to get up: ¡°My hands are itchy. I haven¡¯t used any Kung Fu at all until now. I must end it today!¡± As he said this, he went straight to Xue Canming, who was eating melon seeds on the opposite side. With a grin, he slapped him angrily and hit him in the chest. ¡°puff¡ª¡± Xue Canming spat out a few melon seed skins at him: ¡°Hehe, it doesn¡¯t hurt at all.¡± ¡°?¡± Shorty: I¡¯m gonna hit you! I¡¯m gonna hit you again! Xue Canming: ¡°Come, let¡¯s do it on the back too, it feels really comfortable.¡± Shorty retracted his palm in horror. What about the Black Bone Palm that only needs to hit the opponent¡¯s rib and the tibia will shatter and bleed to death? ! No, no, no. Where is my inner strength?! ¡°Is it my turn now?¡± Xue Canming showed eight teeth, and just as he was about to start, the Demonic Sect quickly surrounded him shamelessly. ¡°Hey, what are you doing, one-on-one? It seems that you are going to break the contract, brothers, let¡¯s go together!¡± In no time, the grove became a bare fists brawl. Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng simultaneously hit each other with one palm and retreated several steps. Song Zhaolan¡¯s face was listless, while Yu Tingfeng still had the leaf in his mouth. ¡°Good boy, I¡¯ll hit you next time.¡±Yu Tingfeng hooked the corner of his mouth. Song Zhaolan¡¯s eyes also lit up the flames, the egg tart must be gone! The pair settle down as they try to strike again. Holding his breath for a moment, Song Zhaolan instructed the others, ¡°Stop.¡± Yu Tingfeng looked at him, ¡°The homeroom teacher is here.¡± The righteous and demonic retreat back to their respective camps and listen quietly to voice nearby¡ª¡ª ¡°Are you sure they¡¯re fighting here?¡± the homeroom teacher of class F asked. ¡°I did see these bastards running here.¡± The homeroom teacher of class A gnashed his teeth. ¡°I have already received two complaints from two teachers today. If I find them fighting here, I must skin them.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter? I have been entangled by the teachers of the six subjects.¡± The homeroom teacher of class F said kindly, ¡°So I¡¯ve informed their parents one by one.¡± The righteous sect: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Why could there be people more evil than the demon sect? The demonic sect: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Who¡¯s the villain in the end? Yu Tingfeng whispered: ¡°Another day?¡± Song Zhaolan nodded: ¡°Hoped to see you again.¡± In an instant, everyone scattered like the birds and beasts. CH 2 Wulin No. 1 Middle School has two canteens, a small one and a large one. The former has a wide range of dishes, including all kinds of stir-fries, dessert and dim sum, but the amount was not much and they served on a first come basis. The school, in order to ensure the diet of senior high school students, deliberately let the seniors out of class five minutes early to beat the lunch rush. So if two juniors could grab the food in the small canteen, they were the chosen one. Today Song Zhaolan came a step late and had to go to the big canteen. The big canteen was just mediocre, with only a meat dish and a vegetarian dish, plus a laver egg drop soup. If you go too late, even the laver and the egg would be gone, leaving a little bit of clear soup. There were almost no people in line. Song Zhaolan took everyone to pick up the meal. A group of people were crawling at the window like hungry wolves, all staring at the hands of the canteen auntie. Song Zhaolan reassured the auntie: ¡°We have no ill intentions, we just hope that you don¡¯t shake your hands.¡± The auntie habitually shook the meat from the spoon back into the pot. When she saw such a beautiful young man, since there was no one to eat anyway, she gave half a spoon more! Subordinates: Alliance leader was so powerful, with one move could get an advantage of two! Follow the leader to have meat to eat! ¡°Brother Song, there are still seats left!¡± One pointed to the center, where a TV was hung on the beam column to broadcast the news. Several people quickly went to take seats, and the middle seat was naturally reserved for Song Zhaolan. As soon as he was seated, he turned his head and looked back at the female student behind him: ¡°Young lady, why do you keep looking at me?¡± The female students quickly turned red. What else could it be, it was naturally to look at a handsome guy! As her peers smiled and cheered at the show, the female student simply admitted: ¡°Because you¡¯re handsome!¡± This tone could shocked heaven as the canteen suddenly became silent and they all looked over. Song Zhaolan: ¡°You can continue to look then.¡± Her eyes brightened and she looked at her companions in surprise: He told me to keep looking. Does this mean I have a chance?! Companions: This settled it! The two quietly eavesdropped on what the group said, and one asked: ¡°Why isn¡¯t Brother Song angry?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°No harm done, she has no strength to hold a chicken. If she really wants to do something, I can kill 80 people with a punch.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± Girl: Who are you gonna to kill? ! Within two minutes of eating, Xue Canming noticed movement in the opposite canteen. The two canteens were just a road away. From here, he could see what was happening right across the street. He poked Song Zhaolan¡¯s arm: ¡°Look, those guys are doing evil again.¡± In the small canteen, several people were in high spirits. They looked around and walked up to the four-eyed schoolboy, stepped on a chair next to him and viciously asked, ¡°Whose meal are these?¡± The four-eyed glanced at the table next to him: ¡°My classmate¡¯s, he went to the toilet and will be back in a minute.¡± ¡°Have you touched the dishes?¡± ¡°Not yet.¡± ¡°Here sect master!¡± Regardless of what others¡¯ faces like, he took the meal away and respectfully sent it to Yu Tingfeng. On the iron plate were several dishes, a small stir-fried beef, roast chicken with potatoes, and a cup of Yangzhi nectar. Yu Tingfeng took a quick glance and reluctantly took it. As a result, he bumped into a frowning Song Zhaolan. Immediately, he was in a good mood and went straight to the main canteen, and threw the big iron plate in front of him. With such a big movement, not to mention that the food could be spilled, but the Yangzhi nectar might come tumbling down But in fact, no liquid was spilled and the food remained in the bowls. Yu Tingfeng sat down in front of Song Zhaolan and ate his food, as if he was showing off his meal. His few followers also naturally sat down. The people on both sides began to duel with their eyes. ¡°Gee, you devil, why are you looking at me like that?¡± The woman of the demonic sect was angry at the bald head sitting in front of her, conversely, she threw a coquettish glance at him. Ming De: ¡°¡­ ¡± Amitabha. Excellent, excellent. Other students who saw the scene: ¡°¡­ ¡± Was there still any law? Huh? Openly flirting and no one cared? ¡°Demon girl, demon girl¡­¡± Xue Canming clicked his tongue, and simply didn¡¯t want to watch further. He turned to look at Song Zhaolan, but only saw him eating quietly as if nothing had happened. He could be calm and at ease in the face of the big devil. This was truly heroic! He leaned over and whispered, ¡°My lord, when do we start?¡± Song Zhaolan didn¡¯t understand: ¡°I¡¯ve already started eating?¡± They first eat and move once they have their fill. Yu Tianfeng saw that he was so carefree and ate so happily, he was not happy. He tightly knitted his brown, and looked at the other side¡¯s meager clear soup, he stretched out his chopsticks and clamped Song Zhaolan¡¯s chopsticks. The two looked at each other in silence. The people on both sides suddenly stopped their chopsticks, keenly stared at each other and waited for an order to kill and won¡¯t leave until the fishes died or the net split. But the order was not given. A few moments later, Yu Tingfeng said, ¡°Is it delicious?¡± ¡°Delicious.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe it.¡± ¡°Suit yourself.¡± ¡°Speak well, you don¡¯t need to give me face.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°¡­Bastard!¡± ¡°en.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll tear you apart tomorrow!¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± Crowd: ¡­? What¡¯s with the noise? Quickly fight! Yu Tingfeng held his breath, and a storm was brewing in his eyes. He slapped his arms on the table, startling everyone around him. Demonic Sect: We¡¯re ready!!! Yue Tingfeng¡¯s eyes tilted: ¡°How long will you watch? Do you believe I won¡¯t cut you?¡± The girl who was warned by him shrank: Woooo~ Is it life-threatening to peek at a handsome guy these days! One moment, she was threatened by a punch that could kill 80 people. The next, she was threatened to be cut down. Mommy saved me! By this time, Song Zhaolan had finished eating and left without stopping. Immediately, the subordinates approached Yu Tingfeng and asked, ¡°Just let him go?¡± ¡°I have my own arrangement.¡± He sneered as he stared at his back. He was about to let out a series of an unruly, evil laugh but his head was suddenly slapped. ¡°It¡¯s this stinky brat who robbed others of their meal!¡± The canteen auntie pointed at him and complained. As Yu Tingfeng maliciously gritted his teeth, angrily turned around and saw the homeroom teacher standing next to the canteen auntie with a smiling face, and the wronged four-eyed student by the side. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡± Homeroom teacher: ¡°Follow me.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ In the office, the homeroom teacher asked: ¡°Why are you stealing other people¡¯s meals?¡± Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t answer and naturally his men remained silent. ¡°I¡¯m talking to you, Yu Tingfeng. You don¡¯t want this to be known to your parents, right?¡± Yu Tingfeng¡¯s expression changed several times, and indignantly looked at him. At last, the Right Guardian, who knew the inside story well, answered: ¡°Because we don¡¯t have any money.¡± The crowd lowered their heads in shame. It was really a penny that stumped beautiful women and fierce men! When they cross over to an unfamiliar place, before they have not had the time to adapt. They found that they no longer have internal strength and they were completely degenerated to the point of being slaughtered by others. This wasn¡¯t good. If the righteous alliance found out, wouldn¡¯t they slaughter them all? That was why they still kept the impression, ¡°I, your father, is the best in the world¡±. Let alone mentioning that they lacked internal strength, there was no money¡­. As the old saying goes, you can¡¯t go anywhere without money. On the way back to study hall, the group was indignant. The short boy was born with a loud voice, and said, ¡°How about we blow this broken place up!¡± After the words fell, the students couldn¡¯t help but salute them. ¡°What¡¯re you looking at? Look again and I ¡­.¡± Shorty didn¡¯t finish, but his partner covered his mouth and gestured to him to shut up. He lifted his chin and glanced at the person in front of him. He scratched his head and said, ¡°Sect master, you seem to be leading us in the wrong direction.¡± Yu Tingfeng, who had been silent all this time, turned and walked in the other direction: ¡°I was just thinking about a problem just now.¡± ¡°As expected of the master, he¡¯s thinking about the problem with so much focus!¡± Shorty boasted. ¡­ ¡­ It¡¯s time for the evening self-study, and the rest of the class was already sitting in the classroom, but there were always people talking to each other, so the discipline was very poor. Xue Canming was rummaging through the English textbooks on the table over and over again, unable to understand what kind of bird language is it.Then he pricked his ears and eavesdropped on his seatmates talking to the row of schoolgirls behind them. ¡°The more I look at our class monitor, the more handsome he is. Sisters, he¡¯s really like a male lead of the novel.¡± ¡°He just looked a little mean because he scared off all the girls who came to peek! He is even cooler like this!¡± ¡°I think that one from Class F, Yu Tingfeng, is also very extraordinary.¡± ¡°Forget it, I don¡¯t think these two guys and their groups still are not over their middle school syndrome phase. All day long, they all talked about what leader what alliance. It makes me want to laugh to death.¡± ¡°Indeed, he is handsome, but his brain has problems.¡± Xue Canming was sullen: ¡°Who¡¯s the one with the problems in their brain? Our alliance leader is well endowed with talents!¡± The class was silenced by a loud roar, and everyone looked at him, and a burst of laughter erupted. ¡°Song Zhaolan, what kind of talent do you have?¡± One of the students laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He turned and saw Song Zhaolan was sneakily eating a sesame biscuit, and said ¡°I think his talent is in this sesame biscuit!¡± ¡°This is funny, how the hell did you get in?¡± ¡°Help! You¡¯re so seriously funny!¡± Xue Canming:?? ¡°Can you manage discipline, monitor?¡± The students who were reading seriously were annoyed by this disturbance and reminded Song Zhaolan. ¡°Don¡¯t talk anymore.¡± Song Zhaolan had finished eating the sesame biscuit and when everyone was quiet, poked the female student in front of him. ¡°Monitor, what do I need to do?¡± The female student was surprised and whispered: ¡°It¡¯s just helping the teacher to manage the affairs of the class, you haven¡¯t been one?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Then why did that group of people choose you to be the class cadre of all the classes?¡± There was a teacher who didn¡¯t agree with it and his group seemed like about to beat the teacher, which frightened everyone to death. ¡°Because they can¡¯t beat me so they respect me very much.¡±Song Zhaolan said sincerely. ¡°?¡± The female student glanced over his thin arms and face, her voice was like a mosquito. ¡°You don¡¯t look like you can fight very well.¡± ¡°Brother Song, you¡¯re very powerful!¡± It was the female student¡¯s deskmate who spoke. The girl turned and looked at the head of her deskmate. Her eyes landed over his smooth and round forehead that was almost brighter than the light: ¡°Why did you shave your head?¡± Master Mingdeng, ah no, now he has a full name, Zhao Mingdeng replied, ¡°Family rules are like this, forgive me.¡± Female classmate: ¡°What kind of family are you from? And the rules?¡± Zhao Mingdeng: ¡°Buddhist.¡± Female classmate: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± City students are full of variety. Song Zhaolan lowered his head and continued perusing the books on the table, ignoring a passerby outside the hallway. A passing figure rushed to the F-class downstairs and came to Yu Tingfeng¡¯s side to report: ¡°Song Zhaolan, that guy is reading a book. He is very serious¡± Sitting around Yu Tingfeng, the Right Guardian interjected: ¡°Could he have found some secrets?¡± Hearing this, Yu Tingfeng nodded thoughtfully. Song Zhaolan, who had never been in the Jianghu before the great besiegement. He was a minor figure who had no name and no sect, suddenly gained fame when he was selected to be the Martial Arts Alliance Leader. There must be some hidden secret and it must not be taken lightly! ¡°What secret book is he reading?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked. ¡°This ¡­. This subordinate didn¡¯t see clearly.¡± Yu Tingfeng looked at him coldly. ¡°I didn¡¯t dare to get too close for fear of being discovered.¡± said the subordinate who was drenched in cold sweat. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°Go again, if you can¡¯t find out, you don¡¯t have to come back.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Three minutes later, the subordinate ran back to report with confidence: ¡°Reporting to the sect master, what he read is a book called Sapiens¡­. A brief history of humankind.¡± ¡°What?¡± Yu Tingfeng was greatly puzzled and shocked. ¡°Humans picking up shit still need to learn? He¡¯s actually learning this? !¡± The author has something to say: Yu Tingfeng: Me too (bushi). ¡°A Brief History of Humankind¡± is an excellent book, the author added. It is purely for fun and there is no intention of blaspheming it! (humble desire to survive) CH 3 Two minutes after the second session of the evening self-study ended, the Demonic Sect ran back to report: ¡°Reporting! Those scumbags seemed to be going to the martial arts conference!¡± Yu Tingfeng and others were immediately alert. ¡°Where?¡± ¡°On the rooftop.¡± ¡°Go.¡± The group of people hurriedly walked out of the classroom and followed behind Yu Pingfeng. The students along the road were amazed. ¡°Is this the scene of escorting a celebrity?¡± The rooftop door was tightly closed, so they subconsciously took light steps, and Yu Tingfeng specially sent his best hearing men to go in front of them to listen. The subordinates lay on the door and listened for a while, then repeated: ¡°The second martial arts conference officially begins.¡± Someone asked: ¡°Why is it the second?¡± Another person speculated: ¡°The first one may be discussing how to encircle and suppress us.¡± Yu Tingfeng¡¯s temple jumped: ¡°Do you know what eavesdropping is? If you keep talking so loud, I¡¯ll kick you off.¡± The subordinates yelled in unison, ¡°Yes!¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± On the rooftop, a dozen or so people formed a circle, all looking at Song Zhaolan in the center: ¡°What are the instructions, alliance leader?¡± Song Zhaolan said: ¡°Let¡¯s just take a look at the current situation. Are these all the people who have come to this place together? Is there anyone else that might be missed?¡± Xue Canming counted them one by one: ¡°I was the first to rush to attack the Demon Sect. I remember that behind me were the head of the Yushan Sect, the owner of Wuji Jianzhuang, and a few people from Banshan Pavilion.¡± Yu Xiaohui, head of the Yushan Sect, calmly added: ¡°The Beggar Sect and the Shaolin had also come to help, and there is also Xuanwen House.¡± Everyone counted the number of people and found that they were roughly the same, so they were afraid that there were still people left out. Because now some of these people look the same as they did before, and some of them look completely different. They can get together now precisely because of their new friend ¨C Song Zhaolan. Only Song Zhaolan¡¯s appearance and facial features did not change, so when he first came to this place, everyone quickly recognized him and started to form the group. ¡°The second thing, are you sure that everyone¡¯s internal strength has disappeared?¡± Song Zhaolan asked. When they first arrived, they realized something was wrong. They went back to practice secretly. They found that they could no longer use their internal strength. They only remembered the martial arts of their own sect. Xue Canming scratched his head: ¡°Yes, if we don¡¯t have internal strength, no matter how good our martial arts are, it¡¯s hard for us to rival the demon sect.¡± Zhao Mingdeng said: ¡°Not necessarily, since our internal strength has disappeared, the demon sect should be similar, otherwise they won¡¯t stay here obediently until now. My lord, what do you think?¡± Song Zhaolan nodded: ¡°I think you¡¯re right.¡± ¡°Then what do we do now?¡± Xue Canming asked. Yu Xiaohui of the Yushan sect calmly spoke: ¡°Start practicing your internal skill from scratch the sooner the better. You can¡¯t let those demonic sect practice it first. Alliance leader, what do you think?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± Xue canming sighed: ¡°But how do you practice? Heart Sutras are still in the sect, and they¡¯re skill a child could learn. But this body is completely unsuitable. I tried it, this body completely can¡¯t hold a knife at all!¡± Yu Xiaohui: ¡°How did you try?¡± ¡°I took the knife with me and before I left the house, I was beaten up by my father and couldn¡¯t fight back.¡± Everyone: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°That means no knives.¡± Yu Xiaohui: ¡°Soft Thorn won¡¯t work either ¡­ ¡± The owner of Wuji Jianzhuang: ¡°I can¡¯t even use a sword¡­¡± Song Zhaolan was silent: ¡°Have you all tried?¡± Everyone bowed their heads. At this point, the new leader of the Beggar Sect raised his hand weakly: ¡°My dog-beating stick is still fine!¡± Everyone¡¯s eyes lit up. Song Zhaolan: ¡°But you have no internal skills. The stick in your hand is not worthy of being called a dog-beating stick. It is just an ordinary broom stick.¡± Zhao Mingdeng reminded at the right time: ¡°According to the class teacher, destroying public property will be punished.¡± Leader of Beggar Sect: ¡°¡­¡± Xue Canming hugged his head: ¡°Help! How can a bunch of our rising stars be punished for breaking a mop? This would be a joke in the Wulin circle!¡± As soon as the words fell, the smart and discerning people heard the angry voice of the homeroom teacher downstairs: ¡°Who threw the broom head here again? Where¡¯s the stick, which bastard took it away?¡± The face of the leader of the Beggar Sect turned pale: ¡°Leader, what should we do now?¡± Song Zhaolan snatched the stick, silently turned and walked towards the door. As soon as the door was opened, several subordinates of the Demon Sect who were trying to eavesdrop on him fell in. The others looked at them vigilantly, only to see that Song Zhaolan didn¡¯t mean to attack, but handed a stick to their leader. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°?¡± Demonic Sect: ??? Under their confused gazes, Song Zhaolan led the group downstairs without saying a word. Xue Canming immediately shouted: ¡°Teacher Wu! The stick is in Yu Tingfeng¡¯s hand!¡± Yu Tingfeng looked down at the stick in his hand. When he raised his head again, he saw the homeroom teacher of class A fiercely walked up to him and grabbed his ears. £¡£¡£¡ ¡°Presumptuous! Do you know who the person in front of you is?!¡± Yu Tingfeng shouted. ¡°You¡¯re very bold, you dare to come to our class to make destruction.¡± Teacher Wu twisted his ears and walked him to the office. ¡°That surname Wu, quickly let our Sect Master go!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! Pulling people¡¯s ears, what kind of man is he? If you have the ability, you can go head to head with us!¡± There was a lot of noise, and the surrounding students were already whispering and laughing to themselves. ¡°Old Ghost Wu, let me go, believe it or not, I¡¯ll slap you to death?¡± Yu Tingfeng hunched over and glimpsed Song Zhaolan standing in the corridor. ¡°Good, you are such a sanctimonious bastard, Song Zhaolan, you are dead!¡± Song Zhaolan said: ¡°Let¡¯s have a competition later.¡± ¡°Compare what?¡± He didn¡¯t know what he was thinking of, Yu Tingfeng¡¯s expression changed from irritable to horror and disgust, ¡°Compared who is better at picking up shit?¡± ¡°Be honest with me, don¡¯t tell me after stealing the broomsticks from our class, you still want to bully people in our class?¡± Teacher Wu made a direct phone call and asked their homeroom teacher to come and pick them up. As soon as the class started, the other students who were watching the play scrambled to return to the classroom. ¡°Brother Song, you just heard Yu Tingfeng eavesdropping outside in such a noisy situation. It can be seen that your skill is extraordinary, you will need to cover us more in the future.¡± The owner of Wuji Jianzhuang said. Xue Canming immediately praised: ¡°I will say that our leader is truly unparalleled in martial arts, the best in the world! Even if his internal strength is lost, it will not affect his extraordinary hearing.¡± Song Zhaolan said slowly, ¡°I just wanted to take out the stick and return it to the teacher, but I didn¡¯t expect to bump into them by accident¡­¡± Several people:¡±¡­¡­¡± Xue Canming scratched his head: ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, you are amazing anyway.¡± Song Zhaolan remembered that the reason the martial arts conference was held this time, and there was one more thing that he didn¡¯t have finish, so he took the time to say: ¡°By the way, the third thing, I want to resign as the monitor.¡± Everyone: ¡°What?!¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°I understand everyone¡¯s good intentions, but I don¡¯t seem to be suitable to be the monitor, disciplinary committee member, study committee member, and representative of each subject here.¡± Suddenly, Xue Canming exclaimed in anguish from the door of the classroom: ¡°No!¡± The classmates looked at the door in unison, and in the next second, Xue Canming thumped, knelt on the ground on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, and said with sincerity, ¡°Please, continue to be our monitor!¡± Classmates: ? This scene was already very strange. What was even more frightening was that the seven or eight people standing behind all knelt down on one knee one after another, clasped their fists together and shouted in unison: ¡°Alliance leader think twice!¡± Classmates: ?? Zhao Mingdeng did not kneel, but his expression was also slightly mournful. He went to Song Zhaolan and said, ¡°Amitabha, why does Leader Song want to resign from this position?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to persuade me. I¡¯ve made up my mind. That¡¯s all, the meeting is over.¡± Song Zhaolan turned around and left, Xue Canming hugged his leg: ¡°Don¡¯t go, don¡¯t leave us.¡± Classmates: ?? I can¡¯t understand what kind of drama this is! Song Zhaolan dragged his legs forward without hesitation, Xue Canming hugged him and didn¡¯t let go, with a sad expression, and a row of people with abnormal brains knelt behind him. Someone started to laugh, Song Zhaolan walked to the door and found that the eyes of these classmates had changed. ¡°Class monitor, you look like a scumbag~¡± After a girl finished joking, she took the lead in laughing. ¡°What are you doing ?¡± As soon as Old Ghost Wu walked in and saw this group of people making a scene outside and the students were laughing inside, it¡¯s really bad. After driving the group of kneeling people back to the classroom, Old Ghost Wu called Song Zhaolan out of the classroom and asked, ¡°What kind of sitcom were you guys just playing?¡± Song Zhaolan went straight to the topic: ¡°I don¡¯t want to be the monitor anymore.¡± ¡°What else?¡± ¡°There are also disciplinary commissioners, study committees, and representatives of various subjects.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°Not suitable, really not suitable.¡± He had found out from the desk in the front that the so-called class leader was far from the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. When he was the Alliance Leader, everyone would give him delicious food, and he would always find experts to feed him. But as a class cadre, you must set an example, you can¡¯t eat in class, and you can¡¯t fight after class. Wu Chenggang said: ¡°At the time of the class cadre election, your group has always elected you as all the class cadres, and said no one else was allowed to take up the post. Do you know why I agreed to such an outrageous thing?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Wu Chenggang: ¡°I just want to see what more outrageous things you people can do. I¡¯ve led class A for so many times, and I have never seen a situation like yours. Tell me how you, as their leader, bought them off?¡± Song Zhaolan recalled: ¡°They bought me.¡± ¡°?¡± Wu Chenggang was about to laugh angrily, ¡°You mean, they bought you to make you their leader and lead the whole class by the way?¡± Song Zhaolan nodded: ¡°Well, it¡¯s not easy.¡± Wu Chenggang: #*£¤%¡­ No, he shouldn¡¯t curse. He should maintain the teacher¡¯s ethics! ¡°Don¡¯t think you can do whatever you want with good grades!¡± ¡°Um.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t even think about doing things for me, school is the place to learn, you know!¡± ¡°Mm-hmm.¡± ¡°You!¡­¡± Wu Chenggang hung his voice, and he didn¡¯t know what to say. Facing such a calm face with a good attitude of admitting mistakes, he also became speechless. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand, ¡°Go in for self-study. There will be a new class cadre election tomorrow.¡± ¡°Mm-hmm.¡± Wu Chenggang couldn¡¯t help but sighed in relief when he saw his well-behaved back. A good seedling, he didn¡¯t know he went astray and start to form a small group. Fortunately, he had been the homeroom teacher for so many years. His method was firm, he developed skill to handle this kind of student. As a matter of fact, wasn¡¯t Song Zhaolan tamed by him? Wu Chenggang looked into the glass window with satisfaction. After Song Zhaolan entered the classroom, he completely ignored the pleas of his small group and went straight back to his seat. Then he pulled out a bag from the table. Crispy noodles?! He also ate it ¡°creak creak¡± like no one else was here. Wu Chenggang¡¯s blue veins jumped, you don¡¯t want to be a class cadre, you want to take the lead in breaking discipline, right?! The author has something to say: A dictionary only used by Song Zhaolan: A class cadre means that there are too many things to do in the class, so they have to say no. ¡¾Ge You Slouch¡¿ TL: I¡¯m almost a waste now. CH 4.1 Wulin No. 1 Middle School is a boarding school. In order to ensure students get home safely, the school is closed every Saturday morning. So the night before the holidays, the bedroom wouldn¡¯t be quiet. Xue Canming ran into his dorm room while holding a broom in his hand for self-defense, and said excitedly, ¡°Yu Tingfeng and the others were ordered to clean the public space on the first floor of the dormitory.¡± ¡°Truly the vicious has their own grindstone, though I didn¡¯t expect him to be obedient.¡± The beggar sect leader said. While brushing his teeth, the owner of Wuji Jianzhuang walked around the dorm room: ¡°If this is told to our colleagues, they probably won¡¯t believe it. The big devil, Yu Tingfeng, who kills without blinking his eyes, was actually punished to clean up?¡± ¡°What do you call this? A tiger coming down the plain to be bullied by a dog?!¡± Xue Canming slapped his thigh with joy and sat down on the bed, asked casually, ¡°But who did he kill in the past?¡± There was a sudden silence in the air. Everyone began to muse, except Song Zhaolan, who was meditating. The leader of the Beggar Sect took the lead, ¡°His parents killed our old leader.¡± Wuji Jianzhuang said: ¡°His father attacked the manor at night and stole the Zhenpai sword, not to mention injured my father.¡± The owner of Banshan Pavilion: ¡°His mother stole a few of my capable men!¡± Zhao Mingdeng: ¡°Amitabha, his parents burned the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in this temple.¡± Everyone counted them one by one, and found that it was all the fault of his parents. The owner of Wuji Jianzhuang said: ¡°The father¡¯s debt is paid by the son, and I must avenge my father. He grew up in a demonic sect since he was a child, and I am afraid that he has already been stained and corrupted. The demonic sect will be punished by everyone.¡± Xue Canming reminded him: ¡°But we are not in Jianghu anymore. The people here have this¡­¡± Xue Canming made a gesture of a handgun, and everyone went silent. If there¡¯s one thing that scares them most about this place, it¡¯s the ¡ªlaw. Jianghu¡¯s gratitude and grudges come and go. The resentment between each other was countless and muddled. Seeing blood and killing people were nothing to fuss about. But it¡¯s different here! When they first came over, they accidentally watched some cop movies and were scared to death by the handgun. ¡°Leader, if we still have our internal strength, would you say our qinggong fast or their bullet fast?¡± Xue Canming walked up to Song Zhaolan¡¯s bed and asked. After waiting for a while, no one had responded. Xue Canming shouted again and pulled Song Zhaolan¡¯s arm. With a thud, Song Zhaolan fell on the bed. Zhao Mingdeng asked, ¡°What happened to the leader?¡± Xue Canming turned back to look at the worried people, and said embarrassingly, ¡°He seems to be asleep.¡± Everyone: ¡°¡­¡± After the lights were turned off, a few people lay on the bed. Xue Canming¡¯s bed was under Song Zhaolan. He stared at the bed for a while, and suddenly asked quietly, ¡°Hey, brothers, do you know who the leader of the alliance used to be?¡± Neither the Beggar Sect nor the Wuji Jianzhuang knew. The owner of Banshan Pavilion said: ¡°You have to ask the people in Xuanwen House about this matter. They dealt with the information about Jianghu all day long, they should know some news.¡± Xue Canming: ¡°Are they right next door?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll ask.¡± Xue Canming lifted the quilt, got up and opened the door, only to bump into the student council patrolling the door. ¡°What are you doing? Go back to bed.¡±The students point their pen to his forehead. ¡°Okay, okay, go back right away.¡± Xue Canming closed the door cowardly, ¡°What kind of mysterious organization is the student council?¡± As soon as the words fell, there was a movement outside. Xue Canming lay behind the door and listened for a while, knowing that it was Yu Tingfeng and others who came back from cleaning. The dorm room of Class F was just across theirs, and the six-person dorm room where Yu Tingfeng was in was diagonally opposite the door. He heard the shorty with a loud voice say angrily, ¡°When I see Song Zhaolan tomorrow, I will definitely kill him with my own hands.¡± Although Xue Canming was a young disciple of the Qingtong Clan, his admiration for Song Zhaolan was not just talk. Hearing what the other party said, he angrily opened the door and place his hands on his hips: ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°You¡¯d better go back to bed!¡± said the student council at the door. Xue Canming¡¯s face stiffened: ¡°Big¡ª Big Brother, you haven¡¯t left yet.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t go in, I¡¯ll remember your name,¡± said the student council. ¡°Go, I go right now.¡± Seeing this, the shorty on the other side immediately laughed. ¡°Who is laughing loudly?¡± The student council went over there. Yu Tingfeng kicked the shorty into the room with one foot. He turned his head and glanced at the opposite side, just in time to see a figure sitting on Song Zhaolan¡¯s bed, with a gleaming light on his face, which startled him. Wanting to see a little more clearly, the door was closed. Xue Canming, who turned around, was also startled, and saw Song Zhaolan sitting on the bed, the phone on the quilt was glowing, making him look terrifying, and he couldn¡¯t help screaming a few times. ¡°Ahhh!¡± The members of the student council outside the door angrily raised their pen and did not intend to give this dorm room another chance. Next week, you will be there for the reflection podium! ¡°Leader, did we wake you up?¡± Xue Canming walked to the bed, raised his head cautiously, and looked at Song Zhaolan who woke up at an unknown time. Song Zhaolan made a sudden move, did a few tricks, then shook his head and sighed. ¡°Is he sleepwalking?¡±The leader of the beggar sect asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Xue Canming gave Song Zhaolan another look in fear, and suddenly his wrist felt heavy, Song Zhaolan had clasped his hand. ¡°Aaah! Aah! Oh, my God!¡± Several others sat up immediately, and as soon as they lifted the covers, they heard slams on the door, and a warning from the student council: ¡°If you speak loudly again, I¡¯ll have to call the teacher!¡± ¡°Shh!¡± These people immediately relaxed their movements and moved forward step by step like a snail. Xue Canming shouted for a few times, and gradually calmed down. He found that it didn¡¯t seem to hurt: ¡°Leader, what are you doing?¡± Song Zhaolan looked at his hand through the dim light: ¡°I was fighting Yu Tingfeng at that time, and he broke free my Yufeng palm. No one has ever been able to escape my move.¡± ¡°Hmm, then what?¡± ¡°I just dreamed about how he broke free.¡± Song Zhaolan clenched his palms, turned over and was about to get out of bed, ¡°I¡¯ll go find him and compete again.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t, don¡¯t!¡± Xue Canming quickly stopped him, ¡°It¡¯s late at night, not suitable for competition, and there are students from the student council squatting outside.¡± When the words fell, a voice sounded outside the door: ¡°Yes.¡± Xue Canming: ¡°¡­¡± Brother, you are really squatting at our door?! Zhao Mingdeng also persuaded: ¡°Brother Song, this is not the time for the competition. You might as well wait until tomorrow to talk about it. Besides, you just had a dream. What if his moves are different from what you dream?¡± Song Zhaolan was thoughtful, and then showed a positive expression: ¡°I have already thought of how to defeat him, and I will definitely succeed this time.¡± Saying that, he ignored everyone¡¯s push and stepped on the railing, and he didn¡¯t know who pushed him inadvertently in a panic. He stepped on the air and fell to the ground. Dong¡ª¡ª ¡°Leader, are you alright?¡± Xue Canming was shocked and crouched down in the dark to feel around. Zhao Mingdeng wanted to turn on the light, and the student council outside the door started to shout again. Song Zhaolan stood up casually, patted the dust, and asked, ¡°What did you just say?¡± Xue Canming repeated: ¡°Leader, are you all right?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°No, last sentence.¡± Zhao Mingdeng: ¡°This is not the time for a competition.¡± Song Zhaolan nodded: ¡°You¡¯re right, I¡¯ll try again tomorrow.¡± Several People: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± You hurt yourself, didn¡¯t you? Xue Canming said with concern: ¡°Did your back hurt, Leader?¡± ¡°Not at all.¡± Xue Canming: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± So patting your back was just a bluff? The student council member who was squatting outside had confirmed that everyone in the dorm room was talking. He stood up against the wall and kneaded his legs. Just after he walked a few steps, he heard a burst of screams and shouts from the dorm room opposite the door. Student council: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± I¡¯m tired. I quit. CH 4.2 Early next morning, before the wake-up bell had rung, several people in Class A¡¯s 503 were already up. They start meditating, martial arts, and stick-practice As soon as the beggar gang leader made his move, the broom head flew from one end to the other, hitting Xue Canming¡¯s head with accuracy. Xue Canming took off the broom head, as if he was used to it. He stood still with his fists closed and sighed: ¡°If Master knows that I have no internal strength now, and even a broom can hit my head, that old man must be¡­in so much joy, it¡¯s a pity he couldn¡¯t see it with his own eyes.¡± Xue Canming is a little disciple of the leader of the Qingtong Clan, but he is arrogant and a little unrestrained. He bragged that he would be the number one under heaven after he had completed his training. The sect leader advised him to be modest, despite his repeated admonition, Xue Canming was the first of the sect to join such an important matter as the great besiegement of the Demonic Sect. He entered the besiegement with great ambition, fantasizing that he could rise to fame in the martial world in one stroke, only to be pressed to the ground and rubbed against by a random nobody with no background. ¡°Leader, is the old leader really not your biological father?¡± Probably because everyone was in the same situation, Xue Canming felt a little more intimate, so he asked the question that was in his heart. The others also stopped and eavesdropped quietly. After all, they were curious about the origin of Song Zhaolan. ¡°No.¡± Song Zhaolan shook his head. ¡°At that time, the old alliance leader fought a decisive battle with Yu Tingfeng¡¯s parents. Both sides suffer. Why were you there?¡± Xue Canming asked. ¡°I found him while collecting firewood.¡± Song Zhaolan was still meditating with his eyes closed. ¡°Collecting firewood?¡± Xue Canming once heard that Song Zhaolan had lived in the mountains since he was a child, hunting for a living every day, but he didn¡¯t think it was really true. ¡°Then why did you escort the old leader back?¡± ¡°He said he¡¯d give me money for food and there¡¯s a lot of food outside.¡± A few of them roughly understood, after the old leader was injured, he was saved by Song Zhaolan. Seeing that his martial arts skills were extraordinary, he persuaded Song Zhaolan to escort him home, in case there were any demons on the way to kill him. The first thing the old leader did after he came back was to convene a martial art conference to re-elect a new leader to succeed him. But at that time, there was a shortage of manpower, some of the old generation had retired from Jianghu and withdrew from the society. While the younger generation was more willing to live in peace and contentment, they did not want to fight and kill. The rest were like Xue Canming, who had blind confidence that they could carve out a piece of the world with their skill. As for the position of the leader of the alliance, several sects argued endlessly and finally decided to compete. However, the old leader suddenly named the young man who was escorting him home to join the competition. At first, these noble righteous sects did not take Song Zhaolan seriously. Until he took several masters out of the arena one after another. They couldn¡¯t help but admit it, no one could understand his martial arts. In the end, Song Zhaolan won, and the others naturally had no objection. It was better to have this talented newcomer as the alliance leader rather than the other sects leading the alliance, as this option had the least damage. Song Zhaolan himself did not want to accept such an identity, he just wanted to take the prize and leave. But the old leader said, ¡°If you become the alliance leader, you can go to the dining hall of all factions in the future without charge.¡± Many heroes blushed with shame. Who would be persuaded by this?! Which master would be such a glutton? Who knew Song Zhaolan decided on the spot: ¡°Is this really true?¡± Heroes: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± ¡°Then, alliance leader, who taught you martial arts? Did you learn it by yourself in the mountains?¡± Xue Canming asked. There were more men directly gathered around, obviously more concerned about this answer. There are no martial art masters who can resist the temptation of peerless martial arts! Song Zhaolan, who had been obediently answering, shook his head: ¡°I can¡¯t say.¡± ¡°Why? Could it be that your master is an enemy of Wulin?¡± asked the owner of Wuji Jianzhuang. Song Zhaolan shook his head, ¡°He doesn¡¯t allow me to say his name.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± Before Xue Canming finished speaking, the wake-up bell rang, and everyone in the other dormitories started to get up. Especially the one across the hall, there was a strange sound. When they opened the door, they saw that the door of 517 across the street was opened, and Yu Tingfeng came out with his men chatting and laughing. Song Zhaolan heard the voice of Yu Tingfeng, quickly opened his eyes. He quickly flipped out of bed and hurried to the door. He could not help but sigh regretfully when he saw that the other party was no longer there. During the morning self-study, the homeroom teacher came to patrol and saw Song Zhaolan carefully reading the English book. He opened the back door without saying a word, and Song Zhaolan suddenly sat up straight. ¡°You¡­ ¡­ ¡± Wu Chenggang believed Song Zhaolan had noticed his movement, who knew the other party was actually staring at the clock on the wall. Wu Chenggang coldy said: ¡°You better study hard.¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°54321 ¡ª¡± Jingle bell¡ª¡ª ¡°It¡¯s time to eat.¡± Song Zhaolan rushed out without looking back. Wu Chenggang: ¡°¡­¡± The morning self-study is five minutes later than the third-year. If you want to grab the egg tart, you have to run fast. A few female classmates walking on the road suddenly felt a strong wind blowing, and upon closer inspection, there was only a back view left Running all the way to the cafeteria, Song Zhaolan stood at the back of the line, staring at the egg tarts that were gradually decreasing. If he counted correctly, he should be able to buy the last one! With nervousness, he moved forward all the way to the front, and finally reached the four-eyed school boy in front of him. He carefully took out the meal card, but heard the four-eyed say, ¡°Two egg tarts.¡± Song Zhaolan¡¯s pupils slightly trembled and helplessly watched as the person in front took the last two away. He stared at the other¡¯s back, stood still until the four-eyed accidentally bumped into a person. His body shrank and as if he was afraid of trouble, he respectfully presented both egg tarts to the person. Yu Tingfeng took the two tarts and looked back at the man as he left. He puzzledly asked the person next to him, ¡°Who is he?¡± ¡°The man who was robbed of his meal yesterday.¡± The Right Guardian whispered in his ear. ¡°Oh.¡± Yu Tingfeng turned around and almost bumped into Song Zhaolan. The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, and Song Zhaolan looked at him motionless. Yu Tingfeng took a step back vigilantly: ¡°Is something wrong?¡± Song Zhaolan looked down at the egg tart in his hand: ¡°A competition?¡± ¡°Now?¡± ¡°En.¡± ¡°Not available.¡± Yu Tingfeng turned around and left, but found that the other party was following, he quietly accelerated his pace, and soon the two of them were still secretly competing. Yu Tingfeng couldn¡¯t bear it anymore, stood under a tree, turned around and asked him, ¡°What do you want?!¡± ¡°To have a competition, I know how to defeat you. If you lose, you have to give this to me.¡± Song Zhaolan pointed to the egg tart. ¡°What if you lose?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll give you the egg tart I grabbed tomorrow.¡± Yu Tingfeng glanced at the egg tart, and it was abnormally yellow. He thought of the book Song Zhaolan had read recently, so he simply put it into his hand: ¡°Take it, take it, you don¡¯t need to grab it anywhere else.¡± Song Zhaolan looked at the egg tarts that had come without any effort: ¡°what about the competition?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m going to eat now.¡± Yu Tingfeng mistakenly left. After a few steps, Song Zhaolan said, ¡°Yu Tingfeng, you are a good person.¡± Yu Tingfeng stumbled. The person who was called ¡°little devil¡± from childhood heard that he was a good man for the first time. For a moment, he did not know whether the other party was laughing at him. Yu Tingfeng turned his head: ¡°So what?¡± Song Zhaolan took a bite of the egg tart: ¡°It¡¯s nothing, let¡¯s compete again next time.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­¡± So I¡¯m a good guy, and I still have to fight, right? What is the use of your good guy card? ! Song Zhaolan: Where? Let¡¯s fight? Let¡¯s fight? Let¡¯s fight? [Cat Probes] Yu Tingfeng: I have food. Song Zhaolan: (¡£¨B¨Œ¨B¡£) 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. CH 6.1 ¡°Come, register your name, phone number and address.¡± In the police station, Officer Song threw two documents in front of them, he knocked Song Zhaolan¡¯s head with his hand. Then he picked up the tea cup, blew the floating bubbles and drank a mouthful of tea. He turned his head and asked the colleague next to him, ¡°You¡¯re not on duty today right?¡± ¡°No, why?¡± ¡°Change shifts with me. I have something to do today, I have to leave first.¡± ¡°What¡¯s so urgent? ¡°It¡¯s a long story. It¡¯s a family¡¯s misfortune.¡± Not knowing what the colleague was thinking, he quickly agreed and took a few glances at Song Zhaolan. Nearby, Song Zhaolan who was writing with his back to them, sighed slightly. Yu Tingfeng took two steps, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered, ¡°Is he talking about you?¡± ¡°It should be.¡± Song Zhaolan looked down and wrote. Yu Tingfeng couldn¡¯t help glancing at him after writing for a while. Song Zhaolan noticed his gaze. He covered the paper with his left hand, turned slightly, and finished writing everything with his back to him. ¡°Che, what¡¯s the big deal?¡± Yu Tingfeng sneered. ¡°So shy, if you want to see mine, feel free to look.¡± ¡°Then let me look.¡± Song Zhaolan turned back. Yu Tingfeng immediately held the form in his arms and gave him a few stares: ¡°In your dream! You don¡¯t even show me yours.¡± ¡°Stop whispering back and forth. Quickly fill it out and come over here.¡± Officer Song shouted from behind. The two handed over the forms and sat in their seats to receive Officer Song¡¯s socialist lesson. They drowsily listened to the ideological education for nearly an hour before being let go after each had signed a letter of guarantee. Before leaving, Yu Tingfeng had to compensate the boss for the pancake. He put his hands in his pocket: ¡°I don¡¯t have any money.¡± Song Zhaolan carefully touched his pocket: ¡°Me too.¡± Officer Song doesn¡¯t know how much pocket money other people¡¯s children have, but he knows his own son¡¯s pocket money. He wondered: ¡°Where did all your money go? Did you use it on your girlfriend?¡± ¡°What¡¯s a girlfriend?¡± Song Zhaolan asked. Yu Tingfeng also looked at Officer Song with curiosity. Immediately, Officer Song not knowing whether they are really stupid or acting stupid, he simply cooperated with their performance by saying, ¡°It¡¯s very expensive to have girlfriends. You have to take them to eat delicious food, wear nice clothes, and you have to hand over the money after you get married.¡± Song Zhaolan¡¯s complexion was complicated, and Yu Tingfeng looked like he¡¯s facing a big enemy. A small sentence casted an indelible shadow over both men. Head can be cut and blood can bleed but pocket money can¡¯t be handed over! Officer Song: ¡°So before you graduate, you¡¯d better not fall in love and get a girlfriend. Study hard, okay?¡± Song Zhaolan nodded repeatedly. ¡°Alright, call your parents and have them pick you up. Don¡¯t come here again.¡± When Officer Song finished, he noticed that Yu Tingfeng was not moving, he prompted, ¡°Hurry up and make a call.¡± ¡°What call? I don¡¯t have one.¡± Yu Tingfeng replied. ¡°You don¡¯t have a phone?¡± Yu Tingfeng shook his head. Officer Song couldn¡¯t help but look at him a few more times. The young man looked very handsome. Could it be that his family is in a difficult situation that he couldn¡¯t help but steal? Yu Tingfeng waited until Officer Song gradually changed to a look of pity. This is really strange. He never thought that he, a fearsome demonic sect leader, would be pitied by an ordinary (possibly carrying a gun) middle-aged man. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked. ¡°Huh? You¡¯re asking me?¡± Officer Song pointed to himself and let out a laugh, ¡°My name is Song Nian, you can come here for help in the future, but don¡¯t come if you¡¯re causing trouble.¡± ¡°Song Nian, ok, I remember you.¡± Yu Tingfeng said. The colleague next to him slid his swivel chair to Song Nian¡¯s side. He laughed and said, ¡°Young people are getting more and more wild. How come I think that he¡¯s a little bit of vendetta against you?¡± Song Nian laughed: ¡°Not possible, he¡¯s my son¡¯s friend. Why would he come after me?¡± ¡°Who said I am friends with him?¡± Yu Tingfeng arrogantly said, ¡°I don¡¯t need to be friends with him. He¡¯s not worthy of my noble status.¡± Song Nian and his colleague loudly laughed and asked, ¡°What noble status do you have?¡± Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t bother to answer their questions, but bumped Song Zhaolan¡¯s arm: ¡°Tell them.¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°He¡¯s the descendant of a dragon.¡± Yu Tingfeng proudly raised his chin. His father, Yu Long, was the former leader of the demonic sect. When people in Jianghu mentioned dragon, they would think of this bloody figure, so his subordinates would respectfully call him ¡± the descendant of the dragon¡±. It was better than other people in Jianghu who have no nicknames! Song Nian and his colleague were silent for a moment. At the same time, they laughed and one slapped the table and the other slapped the legs. ¡°Too noble.¡± Song Nian laughed so hard that his tears fell. He took it as a joke made by the youngsters. He didn¡¯t forget about his business, he got the phone number of Yu Tingfeng¡¯s parents from the school and dialed the number. The phone rang three times before someone hurriedly picked it up. ¡°Hello, who is it?¡± It¡¯s a female voice. ¡°Hello, we¡¯re from the police station. I¡¯m calling you to talk about¡­ ¡± ¡°Oh, a swindler huh?¡± Bang¡ª¡ª The phone was hung up. Song Nian: ¡°¡­¡­¡± Song Nian dialed again and said directly: ¡°Ms. Yu Huan, we are not swindlers. I can still find your ID card information. Do you need me to confirm it with you?¡± ¡°Nonsense! You wouldn¡¯t be swindling if you didn¡¯t get my ID! This sister is busy. Go find someone else to swindle.¡± Song Nian rubbed his eyebrows. He pointed at Yu Tingfeng, signaling him that he would talk later. The phone rang again, Ms. Yu Han impatiently answered and open her mouth to scold : ¡°I say you damn ¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± Yu Tingfeng opened his mouth to speak. Ms. Yu Huan was silent for a while and then continued: ¡°You bastard, you have nothing to do and decided to mess with your old lady?¡± Song Nian answered immediately: ¡°Ms. Yu Huan, it¡¯s like this, your son is currently with us. I hope you will soon¡ª¡± ¡°He is in your hands, right? I don¡¯t have the money, kill him.¡± Song Nian: ¡°¡­¡­ ¡° CH 6.2 Half an hour later, Ms. Yu Huan still came to the police station. She was wearing simple and clean long-sleeved jeans. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. Her face was fair and clean, and her eyes were somewhat spirited, she looked very capable. ¡°This is the first time this old lady has come to the police station, and it¡¯s actually because of you stinky brat!¡± As soon as Ms. Yu Huan walked into the door, she reached out and grabbed Yu Tingfeng¡¯s ear. ¡°You¡¯re really good, ha, if our ancestors knew, they would jump out of their graves and give you applause.¡± Yu Tingfeng said irritably: ¡°Let go, you are so bold! Do you know whose ear you are pulling?!¡± Song Zhaolan replied: ¡°Descendant of the Dragon.¡± ¡°What? This old lady still can¡¯t touch you?¡± Yu Huan spanked him angrily. Yu Tingfeng immediately covered his bottom, looked at her in horror, and threatened, ¡°How dare you spank me? The butt of the devil is also for you to hit?¡± ¡°Devil? Right, I could sense your demonic aura from top to bottom! Get over here!¡± The place became a mess. After a while, Song Nian and his colleague managed to calm Yu Huan, who was like a machine-gun. After explaining the situation, they asked her to quickly sign and take the child away. ¡°You¡¯re amazing, to think you actually went to steal another¡¯s hand-grabbed pancake. We¡¯ll see how I deal with you when I get back.¡± Yu Huan said as she signed her name. ¡°Next month¡¯s allowance will be halved.¡± ¡°Still deducting?¡± Yu Tingfeng indignantly said, ¡°You¡¯re a heartless woman.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a disgrace.¡± The mother and son quarreled and left the police station swearing. ¡°Let¡¯s go too.¡± Song Nian changed his clothes, patted Song Zhaolan¡¯s shoulder, and his tone was obviously a bit scary, ¡°Let¡¯s go back and have a good chat about where all your money has gone.¡± The Song family is not far from the police station and can be reached within a 20 minutes walk. As soon as they arrived downstairs, they met Zhao Qinghong, who had returned from a night shift. ¡°Why did you two come back together? Old Song, aren¡¯t you on duty today?¡± Zhao Qinghong asked. Song Nian took the vegetable basket from her hand: ¡°I changed shifts with someone else, do you know why?¡± Zhao Qinghong: ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Song Nian: ¡°Because¡­.you guess!¡± ¡°I can¡¯t guess.¡± ¡°Then guess again.¡± Song Zhaolan walked ahead silently, until they got home, the two were still discussing the topic of ¡°Guess what¡±. Finally, Zhao Qinghong compromised, and guessed a very outrageous reason: ¡°It¡¯s not because of our Xiao Lan who committed a crime and was caught by you right?¡± Song Nian patted Song Zhaolan¡¯s shoulder: ¡°See, this is a woman¡¯s intuition!¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°¡­.. ¡± Zhao Qinghong: ¡°¡­¡­ Wait, is that true?¡± ¡°Well, your son and his friend stole other people¡¯s hand-grabbed pancake and didn¡¯t pay for it, and the boss also suspected he is retarded.¡± Song Nian said. Zhao Qinghong looked at Song Zhaolan in surprise and habitually touched his forehead: ¡°How about taking your temperature first? You will not be retarded, will you?¡± Song Nian: ¡°How could he be.¡± Zhao Qinghong: ¡°Maybe because he¡¯s over-studying and that¡¯s caused his brain to burn out?¡± When Song Nian heard it, maybe it was really possible, so he asked, ¡°Xiao Lan, have you been staying up late secretly studying again?¡± Song Zhaolan didn¡¯t let them worry about his studies since he was a child, but they still worry, because he not only loves studying, but also loves staying up late to study. As a nurse, Zhao Qinghong naturally knew the disadvantages of staying up late, but he refused to listen no matter how hard she tried to persuade him. Others are praising her son for his good grades, but she is the only one who is worried about her son¡¯s health. He would be exhausted sooner or later. It might be because he used too much energy to pass the high school entrance exam and might have gotten sick because of it. ¡°No, I slept soundly,¡± Song Zhaolan said. ¡°Really?¡± Zhao Qinghong didn¡¯t quite believe it. He was probably just trying to coax them. ¡°Anyway, in the future, you should pay more attention to your body, stay up less and eat more.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have enough to eat.¡± Song Zhaolan said, with a bit of grievance in his dull tone. ¡°Why can¡¯t you eat enough? Too little food in the cafeteria?¡± Zhao Qinghong asked with concern. ¡°En.¡± Song Zhaolan said truthfully, ¡°I am hungry every hour.¡±. Zhao Qinghong: ¡°Then buy more bread and fruit, and eat when you are hungry.¡± ¡°There is not enough money.¡± Song Zhaolan fumbled around in his pocket. ¡°I¡¯ll give you another 100 every week.¡± ¡°Good.¡± Song Nian listened and felt that something was wrong, so he interrupted: ¡°Wait, he did something wrong, he robbed another¡¯s hand-grabbed pancake. It doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t deduct his allowance, why are you giving him more money?¡± Song Zhaolan explained: ¡°It was robbed by Yu Tingfeng.¡± ¡°Did you eat?¡± ¡°Yes, he¡¯s fed it to my mouth. I can¡¯t not eat it.¡± Zhao Qinghong said: ¡°See, it¡¯s because my son doesn¡¯t have enough to eat, so he eats what others grab. Xiao Lan is still growing and he needs to be full.¡± The mistress has spoken, so Song Nian naturally has no objection. While eating, Song Nian thought of another thing and asked, ¡°Xiao Lan, is Yu Tingfeng really your friend?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Classmate?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Then what¡¯s your relationship?¡± ¡°His parents killed my benefactor who had graced me with a meal. He is the only rival I wanted to beat.¡± ¡°Kill ¡­. A person?¡± Zhao Qinghong was so scared that her chopsticks fell. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to his nonsense.¡± Song Nian whispered to her, ¡°That student¡¯s mother owns the pastry shop, Xi Shi Yuhuan on East Street. Her husband has been dead for so many years, how can she bring her child alone to kill someone.¡± ¡°Then what Xiaolan said . ¡­ Ah, is he really retarded?¡± Zhao Qinghong looked at her son with concern. She was afraid that he was under too much pressure to study, she softly spoke, ¡°Xiaolan, learning is not that important. Even if you¡¯re last in the exam, I won¡¯t be angry. The body is what matters, you know?¡± ¡°En, it¡¯s important to eat.¡± Song Zhaolan buried his head in the cooked rice, and Zhao Qinghong patted his head and said affectionately: ¡°By the way, remember to throw away all the knives, guns, and clubs in your room.¡± Song Zhaolan said, ¡°Can I not throw it away?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s dangerous, or I¡¯ll confiscate your pocket money.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Song Zhaolan looked at Song Nian as if he was asking for help. Song Nian waved his hand and expressed his helplessness. Song Zhaolan: ¡°¡­¡­ ¡± After some internal struggles, Song Zhaolan succumbed to the temptation of pocket money. As long as he had money, he could buy a lot of food. Living is way better than swords, spears, and clubs. These things were the self-defense tools he bought when he came to this world, but so far they were useless, so they were all handed over to Song Nian. After the two parents left, he closed the door to the room, carefully pulled open the drawer. There are a few books of martial arts secrets he kept. He flipped through the few pages of the secret book, which he had already known by heart. So he was uninterested and put it aside, he picked up a textbook and started reading. It was more difficult than the secret book so it easily attracted his attention. When taking a shower, Song Zhaolan took off his clothes. He glanced at the mirror and looked at his waist. There¡¯s a dark blue bruise on his left waist. It must have been Yu Tingfeng¡¯s pinch. I was careless and actually secretly injured. I will go to school another day and take revenge. At this time, the phone next to him rang a few times. He usually seldom uses this world¡¯s cell phone, but at this time he saw that it was a WeChat friend prompt. Comment: I¡¯m Yu Tingfeng. Song Zhaolan glanced suspiciously and clicked it. Yu Tingfeng immediately sent a message: [Little thing, guess how I know your account number?¡¿ As soon as Song Zhaolan saw the word ¡°you guess¡±, he was immune and didn¡¯t guess. After a while, Yu Tingfeng received a picture from Song Zhaolan. The background was the bathroom, and a fair and thin waist appeared in the center of his field of vision. ¡°OMG!! What¡¯s this about?!¡± Yu Tingfeng sat up from his bed, glanced at the image and threw his phone away. Half a minute later, he picked up the phone and zoomed in on the image. In the dead of the night, he¡¯s naked and looking for me to chat? The author has something to say: Yu Tingfeng: Weird, let¡¯s look at it another 100 millions times ¡ñv¡ñ CH 7 Yu Tingfeng was brought home by Yu Huan and was immediately scolded. But the ear-grinding words didn¡¯t work on him at all. It was almost as if it went into his left ear and out the other. Anyway, his parents in his previous life were much more harsh than Ms. Yu Huan. He not only got scolded, but he also got beaten. They beat him till his body was covered in bruises as a punishment for not concentrating on martial arts. They would bring him to the scenes to witness killing with his own eyes. They would throw him into the Valley of the Death and make him fight against those delirious masters. If he had died, it would just be an unfortunate accident, and at most, his parents would just stand in front of his grave and scold him. Other people spend their childhood to mature, his childhood was to go and survive in dangerous places. Compared to his experiences with his previous life, Ms. Yu Huan¡¯s angry curses are nothing. ¡°Your allowance will be deducted this month!¡± Ms. Yu Huan said after she finished scolding. Yu Tingfeng who was still calm just now stopped being calm. ¡°You Can¡¯t!!¡± He finally understood. In the martial arts world in the past, he could travel around Jianghu with his martial arts skills alone. Now that he was in this new world, he could no longer do so. Money was the only thing that mattered. Money was the thing that could travel the world without fear! He already has little allowance to begin with and he¡¯s already miserable enough. Now, his allowance is still being deducted?! ¡°I¡¯m still going to deduct it!¡± Yu Huan raised her head with her hands on her hip and shouted at him imposingly, ¡°Because I have to go to the police station to get you, my store was closed for half a day. Do you know how much money I have lost? And yet you¡¯re still being so disobedient. I¡¯m so mad at you, you bastard!¡± Yu Tingfeng was taken aback: ¡°Store?¡± ¡°If the shop doesn¡¯t make money, where do I get the money for your pocket money? !¡± ¡°Then we won¡¯t eat, let¡¯s go to the shop now.¡± Before she knew it, as soon as Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he dragged her to the store. Yu Huan has opened a pastry shop on East Street, selling cookies and so on. Business was good before, but now many Internet celebrity cake shops have opened nearby, taking all of the business away. Now only some regular customers are still supporting her store. The mother and son sat in the store for a while, except for a few walnut cookies that were sold, there were no customers. Yu Huan looked back and found Yu Tingfeng was stealing food, it didn¡¯t sell anyway, so she didn¡¯t care. Yu Tingfeng tasted everything in the store the first few days after he transmigrated. It was fresh and novel at first, but he became a little tired after eating too much. The air conditioner at the door is pleasantly cool. At this moment, he became hungry so he ate two red bean pastries. After eating, he dazedly sat on a chair, observing the passers-by. ¡°Tsk tsk tsk, it¡¯s not in decorum to dress so revealingly.¡± Yu Tingfeng was astonished at the passing pretty girl who wore hot pants and a navel-baring outfit. ¡°Mind your own business.¡± The pretty girl rolled her eyes. ¡°She¡¯s even more enchanting than my faction¡¯s enchantress. She¡¯s simply a little temptress¡± Yu Tingfeng shook his head and heaved a sigh. ¡°Who¡¯s the temptress?¡± The pretty girl was immediately pleased and winked. ¡°Handsome, let¡¯s add each other on WeChat.¡± ¡°What is a WeChat?¡± ¡°It¡¯s WeChat.¡± Pretty girl opened her WeChat QR code, ¡°Come on, scan it.¡± Yu Tingfeng stared at her phone for a few times and then caught a glimpse of her flat abdomen from the corner of his eye, he then frowned and turned away. ¡°No, he can¡¯t, he¡¯s underage.¡± Yu Huan came over and interrupted their conversation. The pretty girl took a pity look at him and left a phone number before she left: ¡°Handsome, when you grow up, give me a call.¡± Yu Tingfeng took the string of numbers and looked at it, and the note was confiscated by Yu Huan. ¡°What are you looking at? Put some effort into your studies and don¡¯t mess around like those frivolous children. Otherwise, I¡¯ll take away all your pocket money.¡± Yu Huan poked his head. Yu Tingfing became irritated: ¡°Why are you still deducting! I didn¡¯t do anything!¡± ¡°I¡¯m just giving you a head up first.¡± Yu Huan chuckled, ¡°If you want pocket money, you must get in the top 30 of your class the next time you take the exam!¡± ¡°That¡¯s not easy.¡± ¡°You get in the top 30 first.¡± ¡°Deal! Don¡¯t take back your words¡± Yu Huan extended her pinky: ¡°I swear.¡± After sealing the deal, Yu Tingfeng looked at the passers-by outside. Everyone was playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, and said, ¡°I want one too, a phone.¡± ¡°You still don¡¯t have enough?¡± Yu Huan said angrily, ¡°I bought several phones for you, but they were either confiscated by the teacher or robbed by some hooligans. I truly gave birth to a uselessly tall son, he can even get robbed by other people.¡± ¡°What? Someone dares to steal from me?!¡± Yu Tingfeng gritted his teeth, ¡°Who did it?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t make trouble for me, Can you just go to school without making this old lady¡¯s worry? I¡¯m begging you, okay?¡± ¡°I want a phone, too.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Just do me a favor. Today you give me a phone and I¡¯ll give you back ten another day.¡± ¡°Why are you dreaming about paying off your debt? Get lost.¡± Yu Huan went to count the materials, Yu Tingfeng incessantly asked ¡°mobile phone mobile phone¡± into her ears, which was very annoying. At this time, the plastic door curtain was lifted from the outside, and a tall man came in with a gracious smile, but his body exudes a no-nonsense aura. ¡°So lively? Have you eaten yet?¡± The visitor asked. ¡°Not yet, are you?¡± Yu Huan asked. ¡°I didn¡¯t either. I guess you guys haven¡¯t eaten yet, so I came over to join you all. How is it? What do you want to eat today?¡± Yu Huan immediately named several dishes, then went to pour water for him. He passed Yu Tingfeng, bumping him on the shoulder: ¡°Why are you so distracted?¡± ¡°Teacher Ma.¡± Yu Tingfeng scratched his head irritably, wondering why you, a woman, doesn¡¯t know how to date someone who is further away. Why did she have to date his homeroom teacher, why couldn¡¯t she date the homeroom teacher of Class A! Ma Jingyang responded with a beaming smile, he naturally sat down on the chair and asked casually, ¡°Have you finished your homework?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°No.¡± Annoying. Ma Jingyang: ¡°I heard you were caught stealing other people¡¯s pancakes and were brought to the police station?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°En.¡± How annoying! Ma Jingyang: ¡°What were you talking to your mother just now?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°I want a phone.¡± If you talk nonsense, don¡¯t blame me for being rude, and punch you out! Ma Jingyang: ¡°Phone? I¡¯ll buy you one.¡± Yu Tingfeng looked at him in surprise, and suddenly felt that he was not annoying at all: ¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go now.¡± ¡°Old Ma, leave him alone.¡±Yu Huan said beside the water dispenser. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to her. Old Ma, let¡¯s go!¡± Yu Tingfeng dragged Ma Jingyang out the door but he didn¡¯t know where to go, ¡°Where can I buy it?¡±. Ma Jingyang laughed twice and took him to a phone store. The shop is very clean, Yu Tingfeng wandered around for a while and saw that Ma Jingyang had chosen one, and immediately came over. Ma Jinyang was not in a hurry to pay, he spinned the phone in his hand twice and smile, ¡°I can give this to you, but at school, you have to leave it to me for safekeeping,¡± ¡°Why are there so many demands¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng said disdainfully, seeing that he was about to put the phone back. He turned around again and said, ¡°Please, it must be confiscated! I will definitely give it to you at school!¡± Ma Jinyang picked up the phone again and leisurely said, ¡°Well, the next test, you must be in the top 40 of the class.¡± Why is it this again! Test, test, test, this must be the magic weapon of the teacher right?! Anyway, he had already agreed to be in the top 30, would he be worried about the top 40? After all considerations, he must have the phone and agreed without a word. When he got the new phone, he fumbled around the page and gradually figured out the pattern. He felt this was very mystical! While eating dinner, he was playing on his phone, and saw a green icon showing WeChat below it, this should be the WeChat that the pretty girl said before. After registering, he asked Yu Huan how to use WeChat. Yu Huan was speechless: ¡°Don¡¯t pretend to be well-behaved to me right now, who wouldn¡¯t know how to use WeChat these days?¡± Yu Tingfeng couldn¡¯t reveal the fact that he was technologically illiterate. Ma Jingyang laughed and said: ¡°Yu Tingfeng, how about we add each other as friends?¡± ¡°No, who wants to be friends with you?¡± Yu Tingfeng turned his back on him and continued to study WeChat. Yu Huan sighed and gave Ma Jingyang a helpless expression, Ma Jingyang patted her hand, indicating that it was okay. The two of them have been in a relationship for four or five years, but Yu Tingfeng never accepted Ma Jingyang¡¯s existence before. Recently, the situation has improved a lot, and it seems that he does not exclude him from coming over. After a while, Ma Jingyang¡¯s arm was stabbed, he looked up at Yu Tingfeng, Yu Tingfeng asked, ¡°How do I add friends?¡± ¡°You could scan a QR code, or enter someone else¡¯s mobile phone number and WeChat ID.¡± Ma Jingyang opened the QR code with a smile, but saw that the other party had already opened the search bar to find his good friends. Unfortunately, Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t add a friend after scratching his head for a long time, because he didn¡¯t have any contact information for his subordinates. It was not until he took a bath before going to bed that he suddenly got a flash of inspiration. He remembered that when he was at the police station, he seemed to see a string of figures on Song Zhaolan¡¯s information! He immediately ran out, followed his memory, and entered the number that he paid special attention to at that time. Once he clicked Search, the name of the other person directly appeared on the mobile phone. Awesome! Yu Tingfeng felt excited and proud and said: [Little thing, why don¡¯t you guess how I know your account number?] Song Zhaolan sent him a photo. Yu Tingfeng couldn¡¯t figure it out. After zooming in to look at it for half a day, he found that besides the little dark blue bruise, the waist was pretty good-looking. What? Is this bragging to him that he has a good waist? Who didn¡¯t have it? Yu Tingfeng raised his mobile phone and snapped a photo of his abdomen. Who knew that the door opened at this moment and Ms. Yu Huan stood at the door dumbfounded. Yu Tingfeng was shocked and took the pillow nearby to cover his lower half. ¡°You woman! You¡¯re not allowed to look!¡± ¡°Che, what¡¯s the big deal? You act like I¡¯ve never seen your whole body. Remember, your body is the one that was brought out of my stomach!¡± Yu Huan brought the apple in and put it on his desk. She then turned her head toward his body that was covered by the pillow and clicked her tongue a few times, ¡°So narcissistic? Don¡¯t forget to take a selfie for them after taking a shower?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ?¡± He seemed to understand but he also didn¡¯t seem to fully understand. In short, he got angry: ¡°Get out!¡± ¡°Got it, you little pervert.¡± Yu Huan walked out with a laugh, and conveniently closed the door as she walked out. Yu Tingfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, put on his pajamas and picked up his phone again to find that the selfie of his abs had been accidentally sent. Wait for the other person¡¯s respond: [You¡¯ve a good waist] Yu Tingfeng: [Rubbish!] Song Zhaolan: [Mine isn¡¯t anymore and it¡¯s all your fault. Remember to finish the fight on Monday, I will not slack off this time] Yu Tingfeng: [Ok] A few minutes later: [What are you doing? ] Song Zhaolan: [Why do you ask? ] Yu Tingfeng: [Random Questions] He didn¡¯t want to say he¡¯s bored and wanted someone to talk to and try out the WeChat features, and Song Zhaolan was the only person on his friends list. Yu Tingfeng: [What did you eat tonight?] Yu Tingfeng: [Do you know how to use Moments? ] Yu Tingfeng: [What are these little yellow faces for, smiley face.jpg] Yu Tingfeng: [Have you add friends? if your friends knew that you¡¯d added me, would they be angry, hee hee. ] System Prompt: The other party has turned on Friend Confirmation and you¡¯re not his friend yet. Please send a friend request first and after the other party has accepted your friend request. You will have the ability to chat. Yu Tingfeng:? Yu Tingfeng followed the prompt and sent the friend request again. Note: Let¡¯s talk about the time and place of our next fight. Afteward, Yu Tingfeng wrote: [It¡¯s weird that this stupid thing just suggested that we¡¯re not good friends. Did it have a stroke?] Song Zhaolan: [¡­ ¡­ ] The author has something to say: Song Zhaolan: What about our arrangement? Yu Tingfeng: I can¡¯t believe we¡¯re not friends. Trash! Song Zhaolan: Our competition¡­¡­ Yu Tingfeng: £¤%%*¡­ CH 8 On Sunday afternoon, all the students were at school, preparing for evening self-study. Song Zhaolan carried a backpack containing, in addition to textbooks and school assignments, fruit prepared for him by Zhao Qinghong. With an apple in his hand, he walked through the gate and went straight to his dorm room. ¡°Leader!¡± Xue Canming came up from behind, with the wind blowing a few strands of his hair. ¡°How have you been these past two days, leader?¡± Song Zhaolan replied: ¡°It¡¯s wonderful.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°En, I¡¯ve a day trip to the police station.¡± Song Zhaolan bit the apple. ¡°What?¡± Xue Canming immediately grabbed his arm, looked around and asked cautiously, ¡°Is that the most terrifying and mysterious place?¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± ¡°So what did you find out?¡± Xue Canming¡¯s idea was simple: Perhaps the leader had gone to the most mysterious place to find out the inside story for their own safety, so if they act in the future, they who know oneselves and enemies are the victor of a hundred battles. Song Zhaolan thought about it and said, ¡°I¡¯ve to fill in a lot of information, it¡¯s best not to go.¡± ¡°Okay, got it. I¡¯m going to inform them!¡± Then Xue Canming ran without stopping to find his other comrades. There were more and more people on campus. There were groups of people who laughed and talked, there were people who walked and read books, and occasionally there were a few girls who looked back at Song Zhaolan. Song Zhaolan took a bite of the apple and his eyes stayed on the people for a moment, inexplicably recalling the mountain forest where he grew up. There is comfort, harmony, and freedom. After he left the forest, he could no longer feel at ease, even if he had never provoked an enemy. He could no longer fall asleep as peacefully and nonchalantly as before. And here, on this campus, those who pass by do not have to worry about enemies coming to their door, nor do they have to worry about being harmed by their prey, let alone worry about losing their lives at any moment. It feel great. Song Zhaolan¡¯s mood lightened and quickened his pace, and as soon as he walked downstairs to the dormitory, he ran into an irreconcilable element. ¡°Did you steal my old phone?¡± Yu Tingfeng and a few of his men surrounded a yellow-haired boy by the gate. The tall, yellow-haired boy, who had a smell of smoke on his body and eyes filled with contempt, pushed his hand away: ¡°So what? What, now that you¡¯ve found a few people, you think you¡¯re the boss? Have you forgotten how quickly you cried when you begged me to let you go?¡± ¡°Well, I forgot.¡± As Yu Tingfeng took a step closer, his original careless appearance gradually condensed into a terrifying force, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to act. Huang Mao is a part of Class F, and he was also a classmate of Yu Tingfeng in junior high school. The previous Yu Tingfeng was gloomy and always used to hide in the corner, where did he gain courage to dare to look him in the eyes like now? ¡°You¡¯ve grown up.¡± Huang Mao said viciously. Yu Tingfeng picked up a broom and heard Song Zhaolan coughed inexplicably. ¡°The guidance director is here.¡± Song Zhaolan said casually and took a few bites of the apple, tossed the core and threw it in the trashcan next to Huang Mao. Huang Mao was startled, he¡¯s about ten meters away! Where did this three-pointer shot come from?! ¡°What are you doing?¡± When the guidance director came, his face changed, ¡°Is there a fight??¡± Yu Tingfeng was at loss, he looked back at his men, who were also struggling. And someone whispered, ¡°Sect Master, is this the time to settle them all?¡± Another said, ¡°We can¡¯t let a small thing disturb our great plan. Sect master, we should let him go for now.¡± ¡°Great. What¡¯s our great plan?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know yet, cough cough cough, but it¡¯s in the making.¡± ¡°I heard from other classmates that the guidance director is a super-scary existence, and I don¡¯t know what would happen if we fall into his hands.¡± Several people were muttering and the guidance director had already walked over to them: ¡°I¡¯m asking, what are you all doing?¡± ¡°We¡­. ¡± Yu Tingfeng hesitated. His eyes wandered, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the glimpse of the passing Song Zhaolan who was about to go upstairs, he grabbed his arm. ¡°We are just about to send our classmates to the hospital!¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°?¡± Guidance Director: ¡°??¡± Huang Mao: ¡°¡­¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng carried Song Zhaolan on his shoulder: ¡°This classmate has a stomachache. We will take him to the doctor.¡± ¡°What about him?¡± The guidance director pointed at the Huang Mao boy and asked. Yu Tingfeng winked and the Right Guardian immediately followed suit, while Huang Mao was flustered, the Right Guardian carried him on his shoulders in one fell swoop: ¡°He will go, too.¡± The group hurriedly fled from the Director¡¯s sight. Huang Mao was uncomfortable so he cursed: ¡°Let go of me, you bastards. When I come down, I will kill you all. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, I¡¯m going to die!¡± For the first time, Huang Mao realized his own weakness, to think he was actually being carried on the shoulder so effortlessly. There were so many people watching. He doesn¡¯t want to lose face! Why is there no one to control the situation! Wait, wasn¡¯t there also someone else being carried? Why does it sound like he¡¯s the only one screaming? Huang Mao raised his head with great difficulty, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the students on the road looking at them curiously, laughing while filming them. He held back his embarrassment and looked forward: ¡°Fuck, holy mother¨C¡­¡± He saw the skinny boy turn over and sit on Yu Tingfeng¡¯s shoulder at some point, it was like he was at a horse riding place! Just fucking outrageous! Wake up! These girls are filming you. Don¡¯t you have any baggage? Don¡¯t you have anyone you care about in this school? There were bursts of laughter around, and Huang Mao no longer wanted to look at life anymore. This was ten times more wretched than being beaten. ¡°You guys beat me, please, put me down and give me a good beating.¡± Huang Mao begged for mercy Right Guardian: ¡°No, We will not release anyone without orders.¡± ¡°Then where the hell are you going? !¡± ¡°Just following the front.¡± Huang Mao shouted, ¡°Where the fuck are you going, Yu Tingfeng?!¡± Yu Tingfeng also didn¡¯t know where he¡¯s going, and asked the person on his shoulder: ¡°Is that rotten old codger still in the back?¡± ¡°Well, we¡¯re almost there.¡± Song Zhaolan sat firmly and even wanted to speed up, ¡°Run faster.¡± Yu Tingfeng ran for a while, came to the sports field and suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did Song Zhaolan still clutching his hair? He looked back and saw there¡¯s no silhouette of the old codger. ¡°You lied!¡± Yu Tingfeng threw him down. Song Zhaolan seemed to be prepared for this. He took advantage of the momentum to land a somersault and sat down on the field. He took out an apple from his bag and threw it to him, ¡°Thank you for your hard work.¡± Yu Tingfeng was frustrated and depressed. ¡°Sect Master, how should this guy be dealt with?¡± The Right Guardian pointed at Huang Mao and asked. Shorty rubbed his hands excitedly: ¡°Why don¡¯t we let him have a taste of the torture that we are good at?¡± The group of men began to discuss whether it was better to boil him raw, flay him alive, or braise him in soy sauce. At first, Huang Mao thought that they were just putting up an act, but after he carefully listened, they didn¡¯t seem to be joking. They brought up dozens of different methods to skin him and the imagery was too graphic. ¡°What do you think? Do you want to feel the pain quickly or slowly?¡± Shorty looked back and asked Huang Mao. Huang Mao waved his hand: ¡°Going to throw up¡­ ¡± ¡°Why is he throwing up! Our class has to clean up this place, and it¡¯s my turn this week!¡± The Right Guardian said angrily. Shorty immediately ordered, ¡°Swallow it back!¡± Huang Mao swallowed. Dayu Xijia grabbed him and moved him into another place to continue to interrogate him. The right guardian asked: ¡°What are you going to do about him, Sect Master?¡± Yu Tingfeng stepped on Huang Mao¡¯s shoulder and slammed him down. Huang Mao felt his shoulder about to dislocate and quickly begged for mercy. ¡°Give me back my phone.¡±Yu Tingfeng said. ¡°Give it back, I will!¡± Huang Mao trembingly took out a mobile phone from his pocket, ¡°I haven¡¯t used it very much, it¡¯s almost brand new!¡± Yu Tingfeng took the phone and let go of his foot: ¡°Get lost.¡± Huang Mao held his shoulder and stood up, glanced at the men, turned around and fled. ¡°Sect master, are you really going to let this man go?¡± The Right Guardian asked. Yu Tingfeng said, ¡°Don¡¯t call me Sect master anymore.¡± ¡°What do we call you?¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± The Right Guardian thought of this place and how his peers called him by name, he asked, ¡°Yu Tingfeng?¡± Yu Tingfeng gave him a sidelong glance. ¡°Of course, that¡¯s not possible.¡± The Right Guardian waved his hand and pushed it toward Shorty, ¡°Tell me, what should we call him?¡± Shorty thought about it from different angles and finally thought about how the homeroom teacher called Yu Tingfeng, ¡°Smelly brat?¡± As soon as he finished speaking, he didn¡¯t need to be kicked by Yu Tingfeng, others would silently beat him for him. Just at this moment, their Left Guardian Liu Zhuizui ran over, and the subordinates quickly asked, ¡°Left Guardian, Sect master doesn¡¯t want us to call him sect master anymore, what do you think we should call him?¡± Liu Zhuizui¡¯s eyes lit up: ¡°How about darling?¡± He coldly glanced at her. Liu Zhuizui: ¡°Darling, it¡¯s how the people here express their fondness. Sect Master, I¡¯ve liked you for a long time~¡± ¡°Speak well.¡± Yu Tingfeng pushed her shoulders away, ¡°Don¡¯t act like a woman, stand up straight for me.¡± Liu Zhuizui: ¡°¡­¡± ¡± ¡°You¡¯re so heartless, how about boss then.¡± Liu Zhuizui pouted. ¡°I see.¡± Yu Tingfeng nodded, and that was the decision. He touched the two mobile phones in his pocket and planned to hand in a mobile phone to Ma Jingyang later and keep the new one! A moment later, he thought of another thing: ¡°Oh right, Song Zhaolan and I are going to fight this evening.¡± ¡°Sect Master. .. No, boss! When did you make an appointment with Song Zhaolan?¡± The Right Guardian asked. Yu Tingfeng guiltily looked away: ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± Right Guardian: ¡°Oh, okay, that¡¯s¡­ ¡­ Has the boss found a way to deal with Song Zhaolan?¡± Shorty asked, ¡°Do we need to ambush him?¡± Yu Tingfeng frowned, put one hand on a person, and turned their heads back: ¡°Look who it is?¡± The two men looked closely and saw Song Zhaolan was eating right behind them. Oh, shit! Forget this guy¡¯s still here! Song Zhaolan finished eating another banana, checked the time, and was about to go back to the classroom, as if he hadn¡¯t heard how the group of people was going to ambush him, he passed by them as if nothing had happened. The group of people did not dare to breathe and quietly brushed past him Only the immodest Liu Zhuizui who didn¡¯t fear death chased after, she bumped into him with her shoulder, in passing her school uniform jacket slid off revealing her shoulder. Her method was truly insidious and cunning***. ***TLN: In the raw Àϼç¾Þ»¬ means a revealing the old, broad shoulder. This was based on a popular incident where a young and pretty anchor had an accident on broadcast exposing that she¡¯s using a beauty filter and her looks are a complete opposite. ¡°Young master Song, do you have time to watch the stars together?¡± Liu Zhuizui sweetly asked. ¡°The sky here doesn¡¯t seem to have stars,¡± Song Zhaolan looked at her suspiciously. Liu Zhuizui pointed at Song Zhaolan, and then made a heart on her chest: ¡°You are my little star.¡± Yu Tingfeng¡¯s eyes twitched. Song Zhaolan retreated tactically. Liu Zhuizui touched the attractive slender shoulder that was covered by the short sleeves school uniform: ¡°Young master Song, let me be your girlfriend~¡± The moment the word ¡°girlfriend¡± came out, Song Zhaolan thought of Song Nian¡¯s words about handing over pocket money to his girlfriend, his expression changed and he directly retreated back several meters: ¡°I can¡¯t afford it, goodbye!¡± Liu Zhuizhai gazed at the back that couldn¡¯t be caught, and stomped her feet in place: ¡°Hmph, how scary is this old lady? Boss, you say, am I not beautiful enough, or am I not coquettish enough?¡± ¡°We were too poor,¡± he replied while groping his pocket that was short of money. The author has something to say: Song Zhaolan: You can¡¯t have a girlfriend and pocket money. Yu Tingfeng: That¡¯s why I chose boyfriend. Song Zhaolan: 0.0? CH 9 Yu Tingfeng and his entourage walked into the classroom and on the way, they met Ma Jingyang who was going to the office. When the other party saw them, he smiled and extended his hands: ¡°Yu Tingfeng, give me your phone.¡± Yu Tingfeng impatiently handed him his new phone and walked back with his own men. One of his men couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°Boss, why are you so afraid of him?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°You know fart.¡± Another subordinate: ¡°If this happened in our Demonic sect, he would have been put in the frying pan already.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°You know fart.¡± Shorty: ¡°He asked you to hand it over and you hand it over, isn¡¯t it too humiliating?¡± Before Yu Tingfeng could answer, Ma Jingyang called out the name of Shorty: ¡°Sun Yicheng, hand over your phone too. Your parents specifically contacted me to confiscate your phone during school.¡± Sun Yicheng was stunned for a moment, and under the eyes of his brothers watching the show, he silently took a few steps back, handed over his mobile phone honestly, and then said stubbornly: ¡°It¡¯s not my fault, it¡¯s my current parents, they really know how to team up!¡± Yu Tingfeng patted him on the shoulder: ¡°It seems that they do not treat you well. When we have time, why don¡¯t we put your parents in a frying pan.¡± Sun Yicheng clenched his hands and begged for mercy: ¡°Forget it, they¡¯re quite honest and treat me quite well. Everyday, they would ask me how I am doing and afraid that I won¡¯t grow tall and force me to drink milk every day. By the way, have you ever drank milk?¡± ¡°Then why do you keep yapping about killing and torturing.¡± Yu Tingfeng patted him on the back of the head and said, ¡°Stop saying those, we¡¯re now focusing on peace. Do you understand peace?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes.¡± Sun Yicheng repeatedly nodded. Yu Tingfeng educated his good little brother and soon heard what the Right Guardian said: ¡°Boss, Ma Jingyang seems to be coming over again.¡± As soon as the voice was heard, Yu Tingfeng began to run away, ¡°He didn¡¯t know I had another phone, did he? Somebody, delay him!¡± ¡°Boss, didn¡¯t you just say you wanted peace? ¡± Sun Yicheng said as he ran. ¡°Peace and survival are two different things, understand?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes!¡± The party ran for half a lap, and when they saw that Ma Jingyang hadn¡¯t caught up, it was probably not to trouble them, so they stopped and walked slowly to the classroom. When they entered the classroom, the people inside suddenly went quiet, so quiet as if they could hear the needle drop. Some were sizing them up and then looked at Huang Mao in the other corner and burst into laughter. Huang Mao held his head and rested his upper body on the table, pretending to be dead. The Demonic Sect were baffled. The schoolgirl sitting in front of Yu Tingfeng showed him her phone: ¡°The video with you guys carrying people on your shoulder and running crazily has already gone viral in the forum.¡± Yu Tingfeng leaned over and took a look and he suddenly thought of something. Somehow, he took out his old phone and handed it to her: ¡°Where? Find it for me.¡± The schoolgirl didn¡¯t help him find the forum. [Shocked! In broad daylight, two men were found¡­¡­ ] 1L: Running with x on y¡¯s shoulder! [Pictures] 2L: If it wasn¡¯t for the familiar background, I¡¯d have thought it was a funny picture the OP had found online. 3L: I was at the scene and laughed myself to death! This year¡¯s freshmen are too outstanding! 4L: That pair in front of you is so good-looking, are you sure they haven¡¯t had work done? 5L: According to my sister, these two are the most handsome boys in freshman year, and the reason they haven¡¯t been named is because it¡¯s so hard to make a decision! 6L: Am I the only one who cares how they did that difficult move? He¡¯s on the shoulder at such height and hasn¡¯t fallen off. Not to mention it¡¯s very strange, I found it very strange! ¡­ ¡­ Yu Tingfeng roughly scanned the contents of the first page, then his eyes returned to the image. It was the image of Song Zhaolan sitting on his shoulder, looking like he enjoyed the scenery leisurely. He saved the image and studied it for a while, and found that the camera function was really amazing. After a while, he asked the schoolgirl in front, ¡°What¡¯s so interesting about phones?¡± ¡°Games.¡± The schoolgirl looked back and quietly asked, ¡°Team up with me?¡± Yu Tingfeng gave her his phone: ¡°The game you mentioned, show it to me.¡± The schoolgirl secretly downloaded several games for him, couldn¡¯t hold back and also downloaded Meitu**. **** Meitu is a popular image editing software. ¡­ ¡­ After the evening self study, everyone was heading back to the dormitory. Song Zhaolan broke away from everyone¡¯s sight and headed toward the grove. Tonight, he will be formally fighting against Yu Tingfeng here. The only light in the woods was the faint light from the street lamp by the playground, but that didn¡¯t hinder Song Zhaolan¡¯s vision. To him, growing up in the mountains, this environment is a comfort zone. He found an open space, closed his eyes, and listened to the movements around him. This is a skill he developed as a child, to always be aware of the presence of wild beasts. After concentrating for a while, a few footsteps finally appeared in the southeast direction. Song Zhaolan abruptly opened his eyes and was about to head over there, but he heard someone talking and that the voice was not Yu Tingfeng, but that of an unfamiliar woman. ¡°Oh, it¡¯s so dark here.¡± Immediately afterward, a boy spoke, ¡°Dark is good. Baby, miss me?¡± ¡°We just met this afternoon.¡± The girl said sheepishly. ¡°We haven¡¯t seen each other for three hours and forty-two minutes, and I¡¯ve missed you so much I¡¯ve been thinking about you in class. Baby, let¡¯s kiss.¡± Song Zhaolan waited for a while, and seeing that no one spoke, he was preparing to leave and wait for Yu Tingfeng at another spot. Unexpectedly, as soon as he was about to leave, he heard the girl¡¯s ¡°uuuu¡±, which sounded like she was out of breath. He rushed out without thinking, and said sternly, ¡°Let go of this young lady.¡± The young couple was startled, and the boy looked back at him, anxious: ¡°Who are you? Why are you hiding here in the middle of the night? You are not from the FFF inquisition, are you?¡± Song Zhaolan said: ¡°Don¡¯t hurt her, young lady, come here.¡± The girl¡¯s face turned red: ¡°He didn¡¯t hurt me.¡± ¡°Then why did you stammer and say nothing?¡± ¡°Because . ¡­ ¡± The boy interrupted: ¡°I understand, you¡¯re a 10,000-year-old single dog! We¡¯re making out here. What¡¯s your problem?! Baby, let¡¯s go.¡± Song Zhaolan saw them leave and the girl didn¡¯t seem reluctant, so he let it go. The girl glanced back at him, and with the help of a street lamp and saw a figure inside and exclaimed: ¡°Holy sh*t!! He¡¯s so motherf*cking handsome!¡± Boy: ¡°Baby, what did you say?¡± ¡°Oh, nothing.¡± The girl pulled the boy and walked away, with each step looking back thrice. Song Zhaolan also changed his spot, and walked along the path for 20 or 30 meters, then stopped and waited for Yu Tingfeng. There was another round of conversation not far away. He listened carefully but it was not the voice he had expected. ¡°Any more cigarettes? Give me two more.¡± The voice was a little familiar, it seemed to belong to Huang Mao he had met in the afternoon, and there was more than one person nearby. ¡°I¡¯m down to three.¡± ¡°Cut the f*cking crap and give me one, I am so irritated today.¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on between you and Yu Tingfeng today? You didn¡¯t get beaten up by them, did you?¡± ¡°Bullsh*t.¡± Huang Mao said sharply, ¡°I¡¯m too lazy to play with him. If you have the ability and call him over, I¡¯ll make sure to beat the crap out of him.¡± Saying that, he vicariously smoked a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, then he seemed to see someone coming towards him in the smoke and took a step back in fear: ¡°F*ck, who is it?¡± Only after the person approached, did Huang Mao recognize the person: ¡°Song, Song Zhaolan? What are you doing here?¡± Song Zhaolan glanced at them, a choking smell poured into his nostrils. He seriously frowned and asked, ¡°You just said that you can beat the crap out of Yu Tingfeng? Are you serious?¡± Huang Mao¡¯s expression stiffened and slightly flinched, but when he saw his brothers staring at him from the corner of his eye, he could only show off: ¡°Of course! I beat him!¡± Song Zhaolan surveyed him. He really couldn¡¯t see what kind of strength did this person have, but after all, this place does not need internal strength, maybe there is some special method to defeat the enemy. ¡°Then let¡¯s have a formal fight.¡± Huang Mao was stunned for a moment: ¡°What? What?!¡± ¡°Since you can defeat Yu Tingfeng, then I will just directly compete with you.¡± Song Zhaolan said. Whenever he meets a strong opponent, he alway wants to compare strength. Huang Mao: ¡°What are you trying to compete with? Who wants to compete with you, go away.¡± As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden strong wind in his ears. No one could see when Song Zhaolan made his move. When he reacted, Song Zhaolan had already hit the tree behind Huang Mao with one hand, and the tree swayed. Several other people saw the situation and gulped. One could not help but say: ¡°You two are here to act in an idol drama?¡± Hearing this, Huang Mao, who had been in fear, suddenly woke up and found that he seemed to be ¡± tree-don¡±? He reached out and pushed Song Zhaolan: ¡°Go away, go away, I¡¯m a straight man!¡± But when he pushed, he couldn¡¯t push him off at all. His eyes widened in surprise, and tried to use both of his hands to push the other party¡¯s shoulder. His brothers jeered: ¡°Oh, wow, you are even feeling him.¡± Huang Mao: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Seeing that he didn¡¯t seem to have any special tricks. One arm around his neck and the other hand picked up his waist, semi-lifting him. ¡°Ehhh, Song Zhaolan, did you hear?! Let me go?!!¡± Huang Mao shouted in horror. ¡°OK.¡± Boom¡ª¡ª Song Zhaolan let go and Huang Mao fell to the ground. The brothers quickly helped Huang Mao up, they winked at each other, and together they besieged Song Zhaolan. Half a minute later, several people collapsed, one after another. ¡°You¡­¡± Before Song Zhaolan left, he glanced around and commented, ¡°You, compared to Yu Tingfeng, were not up to par.¡± After he left, Huang Mao touched where his shoulder was hit and tried to find a topic to cover up his embarrassment: ¡°What did he just say?¡± ¡°He said we are not good.¡± Someone replied. Huang Mao: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡°Is this the time for you to be honest?! The dorm room was about to turn off the lights. Song Zhaolan walked out of the grove and made a call to Yu Tingfeng. It took a while before the other party picked up, ¡°Huh, what does this play thing do?¡± ¡°Hey, where are you?¡± ¡°I¡¯m in a dorm room. ¡­ I¡¯m currently opening your ancestor¡¯s coffins. Where are you? Are we talking now?¡± ¡°I¡¯m in the grove, aren¡¯t there something you forgot?¡± ¡°There is?¡± Yu Tingfeng thought for a while, then stood up abruptly, his head hit the ceiling, ¡°hiss¡± and sat back down again: ¡°I was just playing a game, I didn¡¯t mean to stand you up***. Where are you now? How about I¡¯m coming over to find you? ¡± ¡°No need.¡± Song Zhaolan was in a bad mood. ¡°Since you¡¯ve stood me up, I¡¯ll also stand you up. You don¡¯t have any opinions right?¡± ¡°Go ahead, I¡¯ll make another appointment another day, I¡¯ll go first.¡± Yu Tingfeng originally thought that Song Zhaolan¡¯s decision to stood him up was to be deliberately late for the next appointment, he never expected it to be such a painful way¡ª The next day, he was bored in class and wanted to summon the pigeon he kept in the grove to play with him, but it never came. During dinner, he ran to the grove to look for his pigeon. He smelled a fragrance from a long distance, followed the smell and went over to see Song Zhaolan sitting in a clearing roasting meat, and wondered, ¡°What is it that smells so good?¡± Song Zhaolan looked at him and didn¡¯t say anything. Yu Tingfeng¡¯s eyes moved to the tender and fragrant piece of meat, looking at the little body, it looked like a pigeon he raised. ¡°Wait, isn¡¯t this my Qiuxiang!?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yu Tingfeng¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°How dare you touch my Qiuxiang! I¡¯m going to kill you today¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s cooked.¡± Song Zhaolan nonchalantly held up the roast meat, ¡°Do you want to eat it?¡± ¡°I must take you out today¡ª¡± The roasted meat swayed before his eyes. ¡°I want you¡ª¡± Yu Tingfeng slammed down and divided the leg meat, ¡°When I¡¯m full, I¡¯ll avenge Qiuxiang!¡± The author has something to say: Qiuxiang went away with hatred, and did not enter the underworld. One day she became a pigeon spirit, and she made three coos every day: Gugugu, next time on the next time on the next time on the next time. Yu Tingfeng: Be a robin! Song Zhaolan: Robin? Roast it. A friendly reminder: This behavior is not from an expert, please do not imitate this behavior. ***TLN: The joke behind this is that stand you up in mandarin is ·ÅÄã¸ë, also means letting go of your pigeon. So the direct translation of the next line could be this: ¡°Since you¡¯ve stood me up, I¡¯ll let go of your pigeon¡­¡± CH 10 Yu Tingfeng finished nibbling on the pigeon¡¯s leg and turned to look at Song Zhaolan. Sensing the implication in his eyes, Song Zhaolan lowered his head and glanced at the meat left in his hand, as if he didn¡¯t see him, he turned his back and continued to eat. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Hey, this is my Qiuxiang!¡± ¡°You promised me yourself.¡± Song Zhaolan ate in one gulp, ¡°The leader of the Demonic Sect, can¡¯t go back on one¡¯s words.¡± Yu Tingfeng was speechless, but the fragrance next to him made him drool. He sat in silence for a while, and suddenly roused¡ª¡ª I am indeed the Demonic Sect leader! If I want to keep my word, I should kill, burn, and loot! Thinking of this, Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it, but the other party seemed to be prepared. He swallowed the meat in his hand, resulting in his cheeks bulging. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Just how much food can you fit in here?¡± Yu Tingfeng couldn¡¯t hold back and poked his cheek. Song Zhaolan chewed quickly, and suddenly his ears twitched and grabbed his wrist: ¡°There seems to be someone coming.¡± ¡°Who started the fire here?!¡± The guidance director ran over angrily. Seeing that the fire in the clearing had been extinguished, the two figures fled in front of him and disappeared in a flash. ¡°Stop, who are you two! Stop right there!¡± The guidance director chased after them but bumped into someone. ¡°Hey, which motherf*cker is so blind¡­Ah, hello Director, goodbye Director!¡± Huang Mao turned around and was about to run, but was quickly grabbed by the Director. ¡°Who did you curse at just now?¡± ¡°No, no, I didn¡¯t curse at anyone.¡± ¡°Was it you that made the fire here?¡± ¡°Fire? What fire?¡± ¡°Who else isn¡¯t you?¡± The director grabbed his hair. ¡°How many times have I emphasized that you can¡¯t dye your hair and perm it, let¡¯s go, follow me to the Academic Affairs Office.¡± Huang Mao wanted to cry but had no tears. He suspected that recently, he had bad luck, as whatever he did was unfavorable, and he was getting taught a lesson every turn. The real culprit, at this time, quietly wiped his mouth and bid farewell to Yu Tingfeng downstairs, and calmly returned to the classroom. However, there were quite a few people standing in the corridor. Most of them were girls from other classes. They were blocking the entrance of Class A. when they saw him walking over, some covered their mouths and snickered. Some pushed and shouted at their companion to go toward him. Song Zhaolan looked at them suspiciously, only to feel that their gazes seemed familiar¡ª¡ª That¡¯s the gaze the martial artists used to watch him ascend to be the leader of the alliance. One of the good-looking girls walked up to him, but he subconsciously took two steps back and said vigilantly, ¡°What are you doing?¡± The girl looked back at her companions. Several girls gave her a cheering gesture. She took a deep breath and said, ¡°Song Zhaolan, I want to be friends with you, can I?¡± Song Zhaolan didn¡¯t answer and knocked on the glass window next to him, and inside was Yu Xiaohui¡¯s seat. Seeing that there were so many people surrounding the Alliance Leader, Yu Xiaohui immediately called everyone out to administer justice, put on a cold face, and asked, ¡°What are you going to do to him?¡± The girls in the corridor saw Yu Xiaohui standing in front of Song Zhaolan like a mama bear, while she herself had delicate features, a cold temperament and sharp eyes, which inevitably led to some misunderstanding. The female classmate asked, ¡°Are you Song Zhaolan¡¯s girlfriend?¡± Yu Xiaohui blinked, took a step back, and whispered to her allies, ¡°Girlfriend, what is that?¡± While the girl was waiting, a dozen or so people quickly formed a circle and muttered like no one else was there¡ª Xue Canming: ¡°I don¡¯t know, I don¡¯t have any memories of the girlfriend in this body. ¡± The leader of Beggar¡¯s Gang: ¡°Does it mean female friend? If that¡¯s the case, Sect leader Yu, you are indeed Brother Song¡¯s girlfriend.¡± Song Zhaolan shook his head: ¡°But my mother said that if I have a girlfriend, I have to give her pocket money.¡± Yu Xiaohui said: ¡°This is rather complicated. Since I¡¯m your girlfriend, please give me your pocket money.¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°¡­I won¡¯t.¡± Yu Xiaohui: ¡°Tch, you¡¯re not being generous to your friends.¡± The two were talking, almost falling out because of pocket money. The leader of the Beggar¡¯s gang began to make peace: ¡°Sect leader Yu, don¡¯t panic, you are originally our girlfriend, I can give you this week¡¯s pocket money.¡± ¡°Well, ok.¡± Yu Xiaohui took his pocket money. The meeting ended. A group of people put up a fighting stance again, surrounding Song Zhaolan in the middle and looking around in a stern manner. ¡°Do you still need to discuss for so long whether you are boyfriend and girlfriend?¡± The girl was puzzled. ¡°Yes, after our serious discussion, it was determined that I am not Brother Song¡¯s girlfriend.¡± Sect Leader Yu said ruthlessly. The girl felt relieved, but heard her speak again, ¡°Unless he¡¯s willing to give me his pocket money, I¡¯ll be his girlfriend.¡± Girls: ¡°¡­¡­¡± This is the first time I¡¯ve seen such a blatant gold-digger! Can you at least fake it? Yu Xiaohui: ¡°Otherwise I could only be Wu Xiaoyu¡¯s girlfriend.¡± Girls: ¡°¡­¡± Awesome. ¡°Classmate Song, do you also like this kind of girl?¡± The girl saw Song Zhaolan staring at Yu Xiaohui who was in front of her, ¡°Classmate Song?¡± Everyone was waiting for Song Zhaolan¡¯s answer, but Song Zhaolan hung his head and stared at the money in Yu Xiaohui¡¯s hand, not knowing what came to his mind, he turned his head and said to Wu Xiaoyu, ¡°Since she can be your girlfriend, then I can too.¡± The girls: ¡°¡­¡­.¡± What kind of tangled and confusing relationship do you two have? Song Zhaolan, we want to be your girlfriend, but you want to be our sister? Wu Xiaoyu replied: ¡°But brother Song, you are a boy, shouldn¡¯t you be a boyfriend instead?¡± ¡°Would I get pocket money?¡± ¡°Of course you would get it!¡± Wu Xiaoyu took out the money from his pocket again, ¡°I¡¯ll give it to you, if you don¡¯t have enough, tell me.¡± Song Zhaolan was satisfied. Others, however, were not satisfied. The girl who originally wanted to make friends sadly took her friends away. Before leaving, she looked at Song Zhaolan, then at Yu Xiaohui and Wu Xiaoyu: ¡°You three¡­¡­ Wish you three happiness.¡± Song Zhaolan was quite polite: ¡°Thank you.¡± Girl: ¡°¡­¡­¡± Her heart ached. After the outsiders left, Song Zhaolan and the others turned around and returned to the classroom. The classmates, of course, also watched this good show. At this moment, they were laughing so hard that the roof was about to break. Someone joked: ¡°Wu Xiaoyu, you are good ah. You are able to do both men and women, the most good-looking boy and the most beautiful girl have both been won by you. ¡± Wu Xiaoyu didn¡¯t understand the meaning of the words, smiled kindly at them, and then sighed at his allies. ¡°Actually, it would be best if you take my pocket money.¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°Why?¡± Wu Xiaoyu stood by the window and looked sadly at the sky, his eyes filled with nostalgia for the past: ¡°Because, I haven¡¯t begged for a meal for a long time.¡± The surrounding classmates, hearing this, looked at him in disbelief. They hadn¡¯t seen a fool of this kind in many years. Only to see Wu Xiaoyu completely immersed in his emotions, the corners of his eyes are stained with tears: ¡°I do not know how my brothers are doing, the days without me, do they have a good meal?¡± Classmates: ¡°¡­¡± He¡¯s sick, isn¡¯t this a case of middle-school syndrome? Song Zhaolan patted his shoulder: ¡°Hey.¡± Several others also patted Wu Xiaoyu¡¯s shoulder one after another: ¡°Brother, come to reality.¡± Wu Xiaoyu pretended to be strong and smiled and said to his allies in distress, ¡°Since I was a child, I was determined to make our name in the world, so that we could practice martial arts and have enough to eat. We live just for the sake of a good meal.¡± Classmates:¡±¡­¡­¡­¡­¡± ¡°But I have nothing now.¡± Wu Xiaoyu was distraught, ¡°Do you know who my parents are now?¡± His allies shook their heads one after another, and Song Zhaolan asked, ¡°Who?¡± ¡°The richest man in Wulin.¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°¡­¡± Allies: ¡°¡­¡± Classmates: ¡°¡­¡­.¡± Isn¡¯t this a display of wealth? Is there anyone who can manage this situation? Teacher, come quickly, someone is bullying people here!! Wu Xiaoyu¡¯s expression was sullen, still speaking, ¡°Besides a little of money, I¡¯ve nothing at all now.¡± Classmates: ¡°¡­¡­¡± That¡¯s enough, it¡¯s alright, don¡¯t say it anymore, if you do we would want to beat you up! Not to mention his classmates, even his allies couldn¡¯t listen anymore, especially Song Zhaolan, who was short of money to buy meat, wanted to kick him over. ¡°What are you all doing, don¡¯t you know class is over? Wu Xiaoyu, what are you still standing next to the trash can, do you want to go pick up trash?!¡± The homeroom teacher suddenly appeared at the door and shouted. Wu Xiaoyu was surprised: ¡°Teacher, how do you know what I was thinking?¡± The author has something to say: Teacher: I also know that if you don¡¯t study, you¡¯ll really have to pick up trash in the future! Wu Xiaoyu: Really! ¡îo¡î CH 11 After class, there were people hanging around outside at some point, occasionally standing on tiptoes and looking toward the direction of the back door. The girl at the front desk turned her head, glanced at Song Zhaolan a few times, and reminded in a whisper, ¡°Song Zhaolan, someone is looking for you again, do you want to go out and meet them?¡± ¡°Why are they looking for me?¡± While confused, Song Zhaolan hid the bought bread slices in the desk. The front desk said: ¡°Because you are so popular on the forum now. At the flag-raising ceremony this morning, both you and Yu Tingfeng became celebrities.¡± Today was Monday and the flag raising was held this morning. As a common practice, the student council would praise outstanding students and criticize students who violated disciplines. Apart from the usual mischievous ones, almost half of the F class are on the stage. Yu Tingfeng led a grandiose group of people to go up. They were imposing, unconventional, and unruly. Those who didn¡¯t know would¡¯ve thought they were on a runway. If some haven¡¯t missed their footing, they would be more handsome. And surprisingly, there were also some students from Class A that also went up. There were quite a few, six in total. Throughout the whole school, no one in Class A of the three grades had violation of discipline. The student council directly named Song Zhaolan as the representative of disciplinary violations and have to read his self-criticism in public. The audience whispered and some asked about the names of the most handsome boy in Class A and Class F. The discipline was in chaos all at once. Yu Tingfeng stood in the front and saw that the students under the stage were all looking at him, as if he had returned to the time he used to be stared at by all, he waved his hand: ¡°Be quiet.¡± The people under the stage were really quiet. Yu Tingfeng stepped slightly to the side. He turned around and waved to Song Zhaolan. Song Zhaolan pointed at himself, ¡°Me?¡± Yu Tingfeng nodded: ¡°No kidding.¡± Song Zhaolan silently stood in front of the microphone, looking at his homeroom teacher who was standing in front of the class. He admitted his mistake with a good attitude, ¡°I was wrong.¡± His comrades applauded in unison with unconditional support, ¡°Well said!¡± One minute, a minute of silence, everyone looked left and right then puzzledly looked at the rostrum. They waited for half a day for the next paragraph. The student council president asked in a low voice, ¡°That¡¯s all?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do. Your word count is too few, it has to be five hundred words.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± Song Zhaolan blurted out, ¡°I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong ¡­¡­¡± His comrades applauded in unison: ¡°Well said!¡± Student Council President: ¡°Are you putting writing essay aside and making up the word count? Say something useful.¡± Song Zhaolan talked about useful knowledge: ¡°The new spare ribs in the large cafeteria are delicious and have a unique flavor.¡± His comrades applauded in unison: ¡°Well said!¡± Teachers and students of the whole school: ¡°¡­¡­¡± Due to time constraints, the flag-raising ceremony had to end, and the self-criticism ended in a hurry, but the name of Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng had become a topic of discussion, and of course ¡ª are the spare ribs in the large cafeteria any good? In this regard, the conservatives believe that the spare ribs should still be cooked according to traditional methods: braised, steamed, and in garlic are the most fragrant way to cook the ribs. However, the radicals believe that food is all about diversity to promote the development of more delicacies. The new deep fried pineapple spare ribs are very interesting! You can enjoy the sweetness of the ribs and the tartness of the pineapple at the same time. This is killing two birds with one stone as this is the most efficient way to save time for the busy students. The conservatives finally said: Get lost! ¡­. After the evening self-study, Yu Tingfeng leisurely walked back to his dorm room. When he passed by the mini mart, he suddenly stopped. ¡°Boss, why aren¡¯t we going?¡± Sun Yicheng stopped and asked, and the others stopped one after another. ¡°I¡¯m going to handle some private matters, you guys go back first.¡± Yu Tingfeng said. ¡°Then you should pay attention to safety. If those prestigious and righteous sects are going to surround you, remember to signal.¡± Sun Yicheng instructed. Right Guardian: ¡°We don¡¯t even have a signal booklet, how can we release the signal?¡± **bold: original txt is in English. Sun Yicheng sighed in frustration, and then came up with a new idea: ¡°Then you shout help! This means save me. As soon as we hear help, we will come and rescue you immediately.¡± Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed at him: ¡°You actually study behind our backs?¡± Sun Yicheng was terrified: ¡°¡­This subordinate is guilty, requesting Boss for punishment!¡± ¡°Forget it, continue to study. Studying more will make it easier for us to understand more things.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Sun Yicheng was encouraged, ¡°Boss, what else do you want to know? Nod means yes and shaking your head means no. À´ means come, È¥ means go.¡± ¡°Go¡± ¡°Aye.¡± After sending his men away, he sneakily turned around and headed for the mini mart. There were a lot of people shopping in the mini mart. Song Zhaolan was queuing up at the door to check out. After swiping the card and walking out the door, the bag of potato chips in his arms was taken away. His face changed and looked at the person who came: ¡°Give it back.¡± Yu Tingfeng curled his lips, raised his sullen eyebrows, and shook the potato chips triumphantly. He turned around and ran away. ¡°Stop!¡± Song Zhaolan increased his horsepower and flew after him. One after another, they came to the playground that¡¯s next to the grove. Song Zhaolan checked the time, the lights would turned off in ten minutes, there was not much time left for him to eat! In desperation, he picked up a bread bag and smashed it at Yu Tingfeng¡¯s head. Yu Tingfeng cursed in a low voice. He rubbed his head, turned around, and stood in front of him. ¡°Why are you still act like righteous in the martial art circles? What kind of righteous engages in sneak attack?¡± Song Zhaolan stretched out his hand and grabbed the potato chips back without any effort. It seemed that the other party¡¯s goal was not the potato chips. He raised his eyes and asked, ¡°What do you want to do?¡± Yu Tingfeng put his hands in his pockets and said, ¡°Didn¡¯t you want to fight? I missed my appointment yesterday, I¡¯m making it up for you today.¡± Song Zhaolan pursed his lips, his expression was a bit torn: ¡°But I have something today.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Instant noodles.¡± Song Zhaolan pointed to the Lao Tan pickled cabbage beef noodles in his arms, ¡°This noodle needs to be soaked for three minutes.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Yu Tingfeng looked up at the sky and sighed, then angrily looked at him, ¡°Are you hungry all day long?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Song Zhaolan answered honestly. ¡°¡­¡­¡± Yu Tingfeng saw him stepping forward and momentarily retreated. He seemed to be struggling. Yu Tingfeng asked, ¡°What¡¯s wrong with you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know what to do.¡± Song Zhaolan was very distressed, ¡°I want to compete with you, but I also want to eat noodles.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Yu Tingfeng scratched his head in annoyance, ¡°Then you go back and eat noodles.¡± ¡°What about the competition?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll make an appointment for another day.¡± Yu Tingfeng thought for a while, ¡°Saturday evening, off-campus.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Song Zhaolan smiled slightly, ¡°You are a good person.¡± Yu Tingfeng shook his head: ¡°Laozi is not.¡± ¡°Okay. Whether you are a good person or not, I will definitely use all my strength to bring you down next time.¡± ¡°Oh, I wish you were that powerful. Those who can defeat me are already in the grave.¡± The two turned around and walked towards the dormitory building. Song Zhaolan walked briskly. When he arrived downstairs, he looked down at the snacks in his arms and took out a can of Coke and handed it to him. Yu Tingfeng was flattered: ¡°Giving it to me? You are really willing to give it to me?¡± ¡°Open it for me.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± Yu Tingfeng said irritably, ¡°Do you still have any self-awareness, I¡¯m a big devil. How dare you command me to do things!¡± ¡°Well, big devil, open it for me.¡± Song Zhaolan licked his lips, ¡°I¡¯m a little thirsty.¡± The big devil glanced at him, his eyes stopped on his lips for a few seconds. He cursed and pulled the pull tab. The bubbles sprayed his hand. ¡°What the hell is this?¡± Yu Tingfeng handed it to him in disgust. ¡°Many thanks.¡± Song Zhaolan took it and took two sips, his expression was somewhat indescribable. ¡°You can drink this stuff?¡± Yu Tingfeng was very confused. ¡°Can.¡± Song Zhaolan passed the Coke again, ¡°Do you want to try?¡± Yu Tingfeng dubiously glanced at him. He held his hand and took a direct sip. He smashed his lip together: ¡°What a strange taste.¡± ¡°En.¡± ¡°One more.¡± Huang Mao, who was punish to clean the toilet, only came back at this time. As soon as he walked to the dormitory, he hurriedly hid to the side of the flower bed, stuck his head out, and paid attention to the movements of the two at the door. He saw the two of them holding a can of Coke, feeding each other back and forth. The two stood straight, but they didn¡¯t look straight at all. Huang Mao covered his mouth in surprise and thought, ¡®No wonder Song Zhaolan wanted to beat him last night. It turned out that because he said bad things about Yu Tingfeng, so he came to help get revenge?¡¯ ¡°Do you have napkin?¡± The carbonation on Yu Tingfeng¡¯s hand became dry. It was sticky and very uncomfortable. ¡°It¡¯s in the pocket, take it.¡± Song Zhaolan held the snack in one hand and the Coke in the other, raised his head to drink the last bit. Yu Tingfeng reached into his trouser pocket and groped around. Didn¡¯t know what he groped, his body slightly stiffen. ¡°Pfft¡ª¡± Song Zhaolan gulped, and the Coke ran down from his lips to his chin. He silently turned his head to look at Yu Tingfeng: ¡°What did you touch?¡± Yu Tingfeng suddenly pulled out his hand, his ears were all red, he became angry, and said fiercely: ¡°Didn¡¯t you tell me to touch your pocket?!¡± ¡°It¡¯s the upper pocket.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± Song Zhaolan threw away the Coke, took out a napkin and handed it to him: ¡°Here, here it is.¡± Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t take it, he snorted twice, turned around and ran upstairs with big strides: ¡°Don¡¯t need it anymore, I¡¯m just going to wash my hands.¡± After a few seconds, the figure disappeared. Song Zhaolan had no choice but to use it to wipe his hands when he suddenly heard someone from the student council shouting from behind, ¡°Who threw the Coke around! Deducting points!¡± Song Zhaolan¡¯s expression changed and quickly ran upstairs: ¡°Wait for me.¡± CH 12 Yu Tingfeng ran back to the dorm room, turned around and was about to close the door when he saw Song Zhaolan also ran back like a gust of wind, the hem of his clothes fluttered and his long legs entered the door diagonally opposite to him. Yu Tingfeng paused for a moment and closed the door. ¡°Boss, where have you been?¡± Sun Yicheng was concerned. Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t answer. He turned around and went to bed. He looked down at several of his men and by chance, he caught a glimpse of their crotch: ¡°Why aren¡¯t you guys dressed?¡± ¡°We¡¯re all big men. Why would we wear clothes?¡± Sun Yicheng laughed. Yu Tingfeng silently looked at him. Sun Yicheng felt an indescribable ¡õ¡õ chill. Several people rushed to put on their underwear. ¡°Boss, wanna play a game?¡± the Right Guardian asked. No one answered. The Right Guardian came to his bed and saw him with his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze. He asked: ¡°Boss, do you have something on your mind?¡± Yu Tingfeng scoffed: ¡°No.¡± ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you want to play games?¡± ¡°Come.¡± Yu Tingfeng shook his head, picked up the phone and played with determination. Unknowingly, he played until midnight, he put down his phone and prepared to sleep. Unwittingly thought of something, he quietly picked up the phone again and shrunk into bed. He opened up WeChat and tapped Song Zhaolan¡¯s moments. There¡¯s nothing new. He then zoomed in on his profile, very good, it¡¯s a piece of sesame seed-coated cake. He lifted the quilt irritably: ¡°Get up, get up for me.¡± Several subordinates who had just closed their eyes were woken up by him, struggling with sleepiness, they asked: ¡°Boss, what¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°Tell me everything you know about Song Zhaolan.¡± Yu Tingfeng said. ¡°Now?¡± The Right Guardian was puzzled, ¡°Didn¡¯t you already know about him?¡± ¡°What do I know? I only know that he has an unknown background, and that he hasn¡¯t touched any of our people.¡± Yu Tingfeng scratched his hair irritability, which was why he was unwilling to kill him, after all, it was hard to meet a genuine expert who is evenly matched with him. Sun Yicheng was very sleepy, but still obediently answered: ¡°According to my former subordinates¡¯ investigation, Song Zhaolan was not in any prestigious sect before he became the leader. His parents died when he was young and he grew up alone in the wilderness. He had no feud with anyone. It was only after our old Lord and Lady wounded the previous leader that his name appeared in the Jianghu.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s his master?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked. It didn¡¯t make sense for a nobody to exchange so many moves with him, either he had learned from a master or found some long-lost secret manual. ¡°I don¡¯t know. Nobody knows.¡± Sun Yicheng paused, he thought of something and said, ¡°But I did find out something else.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°The thing is, when our men tried to kill the previous alliance leader, none of them were successful so I chased after them to have a look. And guess what I saw?¡± Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t speak, so the Right Guardian asked: ¡°What did you see?¡± ¡°I saw Song Zhaolan sneaking out in the middle of the night, he¡¯s very secretive and very careful about the things hiding in his arms¡­.¡± Sun Yicheng lowered his voice and managed to pique the curiosity of others. ¡°What did he hide? Did he steal the old leader¡¯s secret manuals and treasures?¡± The Right Guardian asked. ¡°Neither.¡± Sun Yicheng drawled his words, ¡°I followed him and found that he had snuck into the inn¡¯s back kitchen and took two chicken legs. Afterward, he sat on the rooftop to guard, he even hit me in the head with a chicken bone. So I reasonably suspect that he¡¯s a glutton.¡± Yu Tingfeng grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: ¡°You still suspect that? Can you say something useful? !¡± Sun Yicheng returned the pillows respectfully and said: ¡°Let me think¡­.I got it! When he threw away the bone, he didn¡¯t even look at me, it was as if he was throwing away garbage. Hah, experiencing it made me piss my pants.¡± ¡°Why do I feel that you¡¯re proud of it?¡± The Right Guardian reminded him. ¡°Cough.¡± Sun Yicheng straightened his face and said seriously , ¡°Lord¡ªBoss, I think Song Zhaolan¡¯s martial arts skills are definitely not inferior to yours. Let¡¯s get rid of him as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Not inferior to me? You mean I could still lose to him?¡± Yu Tingfeng slowly asked. ¡°No, no, I mean, this person is very dangerous.¡± Yu Tingfeng smiled inexplicably. Dangerous? That silly goose? ¡­¡­ On this night where Yu Tingfeng was losing sleep, there was another person who was also tossing and turning¡ª¡ªHuang Mao was recently very unlucky. First, he was being carried around by Yu Tingfeng, causing him to lose face. And on that same night, he once again got beaten up by Song Zhaolan. He could no longer hold his head up in front of his brothers. And then, when he was in a hurry to pee and didn¡¯t feel like going to the toilet faraway. So he wanted to go to the nearby wood to pee. At once, he was caught by the guidance director, who insisted that he was setting fire to the mountain. Did he set fire? He¡¯s obviously going to water it! After he desperately tried to clarify that he did not create the fire, the guidance director found a lighter in his pocket. ¡°What is this?¡± The guidance director looked like an asura. He rolled the sparkwheel and the flames popped out with a whoosh. ¡°Ah this¡­. ¡± Huang Mao immediately blew out the flames and embarrassingly smiled, ¡°I used it to make wishes.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t try to fool me.¡± The guidance director began to grunt at his hair. ¡°When did you dye it? Dye it back next week, or I¡¯ll shave it myself, you hear me?¡± ¡°Ok ok ok.¡± Huang Mao repeatedly nodded. At this moment, some teachers in the office mentioned the morning¡¯s flag-raising ceremony and when Huang Mao heard Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan¡¯s names. Didn¡¯t know what he was thinking, his eyes snapped wide open: ¡°Director, I know who started the fire!¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan!¡± ¡°You shouldn¡¯t believe in rumors.¡± ¡°It¡¯s true, when I went to the woods, I saw the two of them running, I thought they were fooling around. Don¡¯t you think they could be the one causing the trouble and running away?¡± Huang Mao said, ¡°If you don¡¯t believe me, you can check the security cameras.¡± The director thought about it. He was really embarrassed to tell him that the basketball court¡¯s camera was broken by a student playing ball last week and he did not have the time to replace it. ¡°Ok, ok, hurry back to class.¡± The director urged. ¡°Aren¡¯t you looking for the guy who started the fire?¡± ¡°What fire? Did I say fire? Go go, don¡¯t spread rumors. Nothing happened.¡± Not only that, but he was also admonished for dyeing his hair and had to write a self-criticism before he was released from the office of moral education. When he went back to the dormitory, he happened to see Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan feeding each other coke. It was just an accident meeting, and unexpectedly, the student council was looking for the litterer, and caught him hiding by the flower beds. ¡°It¡¯s really not me. It¡¯s the other two people. Hurry up and go after them.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s not you. What are you doing here with your obscene behavior?¡± ¡°Who are you calling obscene?¡± Huang Mao pushed him away and scolded his ancestors. Then he was named by the student council and was taught another lesson. The root cause of all this was Yu Tingfeng. Huang Mao was determined, he must think of a way! The next day, there were many people around the hallway, asking about Yu Tingfeng as if he had become the man of the moment. Huang Mao was so angry, indignantly walked to the last row, and slapped Yu Tingfeng¡¯s desk. The circle of demonic sect raised their heads one after another, looking at him unkindly. Faced with the eyes that wanted to chop him off, Huang Mao¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He saw a sturdy boy clench his fist as if he were about to smash his handsome face in the next second. His eyes met Yu Tingfeng¡¯s and suddenly grabbed his hand. ¡°Boss, p-please let me join you!¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°What?¡± Huang Mao figured it out, fight, he couldn¡¯t beat them. Since he couldn¡¯t beat them, he should join them! He also didn¡¯t know what kind of powerful background these people have that made the director give up using the camera to investigate them! Smart people know the importance of sticking together. Yu Tingfeng is so popular now, if he sticks with him, maybe some girls will pay more attention to him! ¡°Let me join you guys. We can join forces and dominate this school!¡± Yu Tingfeng was silent for a few seconds and said: ¡°Wait.¡± After saying that, he got up and pulled back his chair, waved his big hand, and took his men out with him. While Huang Mao anxiously waiting for the results, they gathered around the rooftop to discuss. ¡°What do you guys think?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked. The Right Guardian: ¡°This person has robbed the boss¡¯ phone before. He seems to be a person who does many evil things.¡± Liu Zhuizui grinned: ¡°That¡¯s just right, he meet our requirement and moreover, he looks good~¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°I never thought there are still people willing to join our demonic sect, so of course we can¡¯t let go of him. We need this kind of talent to expand our team right now!¡± However, there was still opposition: ¡°But what if he wants to seek revenge? When our boss is asleep, he will do this and that to him¡­ ¡­ ¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°Like what?¡± ¡°Peeling off his flesh and drinking his blood.¡± ¡°Ss ¡ª¡± ¡°He dares!¡± Yu Tingfeng slapped each of them on the head. Yu Tingfeng was very dissatisfied with the person who had snatched his phone, so he went back and told him the result: ¡°We don¡¯t need you.¡± ¡°But . ¡­ ¡± Huang Mao pushed the others aside and whispered into his ears ¡°I know your secret with Song Zhaolan, you don¡¯t want the others to know about it, do you?¡± Yu Tingfeng frowned, thinking that he and Song Zhaolan really had a secret. Did this kid know that he added Song Zhaolan on his WeChat? Although there was nothing wrong with this matter, if the subordinates knew about it, it would be annoying to think up an explanation. ¡°Fine, join.¡± Yu Tingfeng told his men ¡°We need someone who understands the rules of the world. Even if he came here to seek revenge, I couldn¡¯t take him on?¡± Sun Yicheng was eager to get into action: ¡°That¡¯s right, he thought he was the spy, but in fact we already knew his identity. We could make him spy for us.¡± ¡°Boss, what can I do for you?¡± Huang Mao hurriedly expressed his loyalty. ¡°Help me clean the toilet first.¡± As a result of violating discipline, they were punished for a week of cleaning toilets. ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Huang Mao endured the humiliation and took on the heavy burden, ¡°Ok, I guarantee I will keep it clean!¡± ¡°And do this homework for me.¡± Sun Yicheng handed him the assignment book ¡°You¡¯re now the lowest in terms of seniority.¡± According to the customs of the sect, there are two guardians under the sect leader, seven practitioners, and a number of sect disciples. Sun Yicheng, one of the practitioners, was worried that he didn¡¯t have any subordinates to order around. When the newcomer came along, he was very happy. ¡°And mine.¡± ¡°Mine too.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll leave these to you. I really killed my ancestors in my last life, I have to write essays in this lifetime.¡± Huang Mao was holding a pile of homework and almost wanted to back out of the group. At this moment, Liu Zhuizui came and caressed his face, with an indescribable fragrance on her body, said coquettishly: ¡°Handsome, this is mine, I¡¯ll leave it to you.¡± ¡°OK, OK. No problem, I¡¯ll guarantee to write it beautifully!¡± Huang Mao¡¯s eyes widened. Why didn¡¯t he notice there¡¯s a great beauty in his class before. Liu Zhuizui¡¯s slender, jade-like fingers ran from his face to his neck. Huang Mao nervously gulped. ¡°All right, get back to your seats.¡± Yu Tingfeng ordered. Liu Zhuizui clicked her tongue: ¡°Gee, you¡¯re such a bummer.¡± Huang Mao foolishly watched her swaying back. When she wore the ordinary uniform, there was a kind of charming and sensual feeling, making his heart beat erratically. ¡°Don¡¯t look. Be careful that she cuts your neck off.¡± Yu Tingfeng said lightly . Huang Mao touched his neck subconsciously, feeling a slight chill. ¡°Boss, what kind of terrifying thing are you talking about?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t rashly provoke women, especially that one.¡± It was rare for Yu Tingfeng to remind someone. Huang Mao thought: Is that why you like men? The author has something to say: Huang Mao: I guessed the endings, but I only missed the process. And when can I have a name?! Right Guardian (wearily light a cigarette): When the author abandoned her name, you will be named. CH 13 ¡°Now let¡¯s do the eighth set of radio exercises. Walk in place. Go ¡ª¡± During the exercise between classes, the field was full of people in the order of grades and heights. But when they heard the familiar voice on the radio, the students moved like an eggplant beaten by frosts, moving a little and stopping a little. The upright youths weren¡¯t fond of doing proper radio exercises. They disliked that it¡¯s too childish and ignoble, and lowered a person¡¯s fashion value. But because of the rules, this activity could not be canceled so the field was full of people looking around and whispering, as if it were a pretext to prove that they did not care about this childish exercise. At this time, if they were honestly doing the exercises, they would be regarded as a fool. Huang Mao was the same as usual, wittingly or unwittingly flipping his bangs to look cool while chatting with the class next door. ¡°What¡¯s the use of these exercises? It¡¯s a waste of time, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, I might as well go back to class and study.¡± The man next door said and laughed. Studying wasn¡¯t possible. ¡°Only fools do¡­¡­hey, look at the people of class A, what are they doing? I¡¯m going to die from laughing!¡± Another person pointed to class A not far away and let out a loud laugh. Huang Mao turned around and also laughed. In front, a group of well-behaved students of class A were either out of their minds or were memorizing words. While in the back, a group of tall students earnestly doing exercises. Every movement was up to standard. ¡°Leader, do you feel like everyone else is watching us?¡± Xue Canming asked. Song Zhaolan gave sidelong glances and as expected, he received scrutinizing gazes all around, and the sound of laughter rose and fell, and gradually diffused as if the entire field was watching them. ¡°That¡¯s why they¡¯re weak.¡± Song Zhaolan said. ¡°You¡¯re right!¡± Xue Canming immediately understood the message. Although they don¡¯t know what faction or sect developed the radio exercise as a basic kung fu, and it couldn¡¯t be compared with the fist kung fu they learned as children, at least doing the exercises had a small effect on the body. It¡¯s just a simple mediocre kung fu and these people could not even learn it. No wonder that people today don¡¯t even have any internal strength, and their body was very lacking. The other students stood around and laughed for a moment, finding that, far from being affected, they were becoming more serious. After watching for a long time, how could they look somewhat valiant and formidable? Somehow, the radio exercises no longer looked ugly anymore? ¡°What¡¯s wrong with them . ¡­ ¡± Huang Mao retracted his eyes wordlessly and was ready to go back and make fun of them with his new brothers. When he turned around, he saw Yu Tingfeng, Sun Yicheng, and others jump even more imposingly. Huang Mao: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± No way no way, how could someone jump so high in jumping exercises? What¡¯s the matter with you guys? The students of class F shouldn¡¯t seriously follow the rules. What a disgrace to class F! Huang Mao couldn¡¯t figure out what Yu Tingfeng was thinking, and he was already starting to regret his decision to join the group. In fact, Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t really want to do such a simple thing, but Sun Yicheng just said: ¡°Boss, Song Zhaolan and others didn¡¯t not take this exercise seriously before, but they suddenly jumped so orderly today. Do you think there is something fishy going on?¡± Right Guardian: ¡°Could it be that they learn some secret arts from here?¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°Lord, shall we jump too?¡± Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan curiously, and followed suit. When class A saw that class F was jumping, they seemed to refuse to admit defeat and jumped even harder. Huang Mao: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Did you guys switch the radio exercises with square dancing? Did this need to be battled to? ! Wait a minute, Yu Tingfeng, did you actually really want to dance with your wife? I didn¡¯t join you guys to watch your display of affection! ¡°Don¡¯t look distracted. Class A is provoking us. Jump harder!¡± A nearby classmate reminded him. Huang Mao: ¡°¡­¡­ ¡± Immediately after the exercise, someone from the demonic sect mingled with the crowd, eavesdropping on the conservation between Song Zhaolan and the others, and then running back to report. ¡°What did they say?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked. The subordinate mimicked Xue Canming¡¯s tone, with a bright smile on his face: ¡°It was too great, leader. It seems our secret training is very effective. I feel like I am full of strength!¡± Immediately afterwards, the subordinate stood on the other side, imitating Song Zhaolan¡¯s long face: ¡°Yes.¡± Yu Tingfeng asked: ¡°Their secret training? Trained in what?¡± The subordinate nodded, and continued to imitate Xue Canming¡¯s tone and said: ¡°This radio exercises may look simple, but it is quite strenuous to practice. However, kung fu is not afraid of painstaking efforts. After our rigorous private training, we can finally keep up with the rhythm!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Huang Mao, who had listened to the whole process, felt odd again, ¡°No way, no way, they practiced the movements in private, just to keep up with the rhythm?!¡± Yu Tingfeng said: ¡°Isn¡¯t that normal? Everyone has what they¡¯re good at and what they¡¯re not good at, and if they¡¯re behind others in the rhythm, they must be better at something else.¡± ¡°I-is this so?¡± Huang Mao looked at him with a serious expression and suspected that himself was too abnormal. How could he casually keep up with the rhythm? ¡°Exactly.¡± Sun Yicheng said defensively, ¡°Just like our boss, although he is good at beating people, he is afraid of ghosts.¡± Huang Mao: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng turned to look at Sun Yicheng, and others also looked at Sun Yicheng, and they flock to beat him up. The fight on this side was very lively, and the timid students nearby were scared away. Huang Mao was on the lookout on the side, but instead of seeing the teacher pass by, he saw Song Zhaolan instead. Song Zhaolan was going to the office, but suddenly he turned around and stopped beside them, watching them silently. ¡°Boss, boss, Song Zhaolan is here.¡± Huang Mao called out in a low voice. In terms of his male chauvinism, it¡¯s not really good idea for him to let Song Zhaolan see such a scene. What if he went back and quarreled with Yu Tingfeng and lost his temper? Wives are difficult to coax. Sure enough, Yu Tingfeng and others stopped as soon as he said out Song Zhaolan¡¯s name. Yu Tingfeng gave a sidelong glance at Song Zhaolan: ¡°What are you looking at? Never seen a fight?¡± Huang Mao: You¡¯re acting cool at this time?! Song Zhaolan kindly reminded him: ¡°You can¡¯t beat people to death like this.¡± Huang Mao:? Is this Big Bro¡¯s man? Yu Tingfeng: ¡°So?¡± Song Zhaolan¡¯s eyes moved slightly, slightly looking forward to it: ¡°Hurry up and use your special moves, the two moves that stopped my Yufeng Palm.¡± Sun Yicheng¡¯s legs went soft. Mommy! The righteous people were really vicious! If the sect leader hit him, he would have died immediately! ¡°Boss, don¡¯t¡­ ¡­ ¡± Sun Yicheng begged. Yu Tingfeng looked straight at Song Zhaolan: ¡°You want to see it?¡± Song Zhaolan nodded. Yu Tingfeng came up to him, smiled a little, and slowly clenched his fingers into a fist. He said casually: ¡°Well, why don¡¯t you call me handsome first? If it¡¯s pleasant, I¡¯ll think about it.¡± Song Zhaolan looked serious: ¡°Handsome.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Song Zhaolan added: ¡°Is it pleasant?¡± ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng turned around suddenly, and said fiercely to his subordinates: ¡°What are you looking at, get out of here and go back to the classroom.¡± Sun Yicheng dodged the bullet and hurried back to his brothers, worried: ¡°Is something going to happen?¡± Huang Mao grunted: ¡°Yu Tingfeng is shy, that¡¯s why he¡¯s blaming us.¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°Nonsense, why would our boss be shy? He¡¯s only beating a person. You just wait, he will knock Song Zhaolan down sooner or later! We believe him!¡± Huang Mao snorted again, and thought: You still call him Song Zhaolan. Call him sister-in-law! The author has something to say: Sun Yicheng: How could our boss be shy? He¡¯s only harming a person! Yu Tingfeng at this moment: (*/¦Ø\*) Sun Yicheng: Sooner or later, he would knock Song Zhaolan down! Yu Tingfeng with strange thoughts: (*/¦Ø\*) CH 14 ¡°Song Zhaolan, do you really think you could beat me?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yu Tingfeng stared intensely at him: ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re powerful.¡± Song Zhaolan said, ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m going to defeat you.¡± Yu Tingfeng was silent for a while before asking, ¡°Do you know the two lords of Meishan?¡± Song Zhaolan thought for a moment: ¡°Don¡¯t know.¡± Thinking about it, how could he, who had never stepped foot in Jianghu, know people as old as the lords of Meishan? The two lords of Meishan, were brothers of the same parents, and were born with an innate talent for martial arts. Since young, they were already disciples of a master. At ten years old, they successfully broke into Jianghu and entered the rank of experts. Their cooperation was unrivaled. However, a few years later, an estrangement developed between the two. The eldest was tired of the turmoil of Jianghu and wanted to retire to the mountains and forests. The younger brother, however, devoted himself to martial arts, looking for fight everywhere and made many enemies. During a dispute, the two brothers have a fall out. The younger brother, in order to fight more experts, he would challenge both righteous and evil factions. Ultimately, he went mad and killed everyone he encountered. Yu Tingfeng¡¯s parents and several experts of the demonic sect teamed up and sealed him in the Demon¡¯s Valley. They wanted to get his internal strength and martial arts secrets, but they never succeeded. Yu Tingfeng has been with this old lunatic since he was a child, even if he was bound by chains, his skill shouldn¡¯t be underestimated, and he had to fight to the death with him every day. Then, on a snowy day, the old lunatic did not do anything to him, but just smiled and said that he wanted to eat twice-cooked pork. Yu Tingfeng went to get him a portion of twice-cooked pork, and planned to poison it, but after thinking about it, he didn¡¯t. As the old lunatic ate, his eyes became moist: ¡°Big brother, how are you?¡± Yu Tingfeng told him he had the wrong man. The old lunatic suddenly went mad again, smashing the rice bowl into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His time was near. For some reason, the old lunatic finally passed on his internal strengths to Yu Tingfeng. Yu Tingfeng looked at Song Zhaolan in front of him and said, ¡°Is there anything you like more besides martial arts?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll go crazy.¡± Song Zhaolan looked at him suspiciously. Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t replied to him again¡ª¡ª I¡¯m afraid that you would have nothing more to love, going on with your life one-tracked mindedly, then found out that you still have many wishes to be fulfilled at the end . Of course, he couldn¡¯t say such words. It¡¯s beneath his dignity, cough cough cough. But it was not his part to remind the other party, the two were not in the same faction in the first place, he just did not hate Song Zhaolan. Before this, the two had no grudges and enmities, and they were also evenly matched. He also felt that Song Zhaolan¡¯s martial arts realm was very high, but compared to those mentally-deranged lunatics in Demon¡¯s valley and those respectable righteous sects who are full of benevolence and morality. Song Zhaolan was a little more likable. ¡°What¡¯s like?¡± Song Zhaolan couldn¡¯t hear clearly. Yu Tingfeng aggressively bit his bottom lip. Help, why did he say what was in his heart, what was ¡°you are more likable¡±? ¡°Nothing, you heard me wrong, I said I want to drink porridge.¡± Yu Tingfeng said stiffly. ¡°Oh, now that you said that, I¡¯m a little hungry.¡± Song Zhaolan swallowed, ¡°If you don¡¯t make a move, I¡¯ll go buy something to eat first.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± What the hell did he worry about? This fellow obviously got something he liked more. As long as someone gave him a bite, he wouldn¡¯t go crazy. Yu Tingfeng actually wanted to make a move: ¡°Come, I will show you my¡­¡± ¡°Hey, you two, didn¡¯t you hear me say that it¡¯s time for class. What are you guys still doing there?!¡± The teacher in the distance pointed at them. Song Zhaolan remembered that the class representative had to deliver homework to the homeroom teacher, so he hurriedly carried a stack of notebooks and headed toward the office. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom and saw everyone standing outside, somewhat baffled. Sun Yicheng huddled beside him and reported the current situation: ¡°We need to change seats. Boss, let me sit beside you.¡± Sun Yicheng was pushed aside by the Right guardian: ¡°Boss, why don¡¯t you share the desk with me?¡± Liu Zhuizui played with her long hair: ¡°Boss, won¡¯t you consider me?¡± Huang Mao intentionally or unintentionally waved in front of her: ¡°What do you think of me?¡± Liu Zhuizui: ¡°Go away, stop blocking my sight.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ ¡­ ¡± His subordinates were all striving to be at the same desk with Yu Tingfeng. The other students saw this, and there were also a few girls who were eager to try, and told him that they wanted to be his deskmate. Ma Jingyang, the homeroom teacher, posted the new seating chart. Yu Tingfeng glanced at it. He was in the middle row, surrounded by people in all directions, which was not convenient at all. ¡°I want to sit in the back.¡± He told his homeroom teacher. ¡°Take turns, everyone wants to sit in the back, how could it be your turn every time?¡± Ma Jingyang said with a smile. ¡°Who wants to sit in the back?¡± Yu Tingfeng looked menacingly at everyone; no one dared to speak. ¡°Just sit here for me.¡± Ma Jingyang didn¡¯t back down, ¡°Either you sit in the front, does anyone in the front want to change seats with him?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes.¡±The boys in the first row raised their hands immediately. Yu Tingfeng glanced at Ma Jingyang unhappily. If it wasn¡¯t for Yu Huan¡¯s face, he would definitely not be at the mercy of this man. ¡°Then I¡¯ll sit here.¡±Yu Tingfeng pointed to the empty seat next to the podium. Since he was requested to sit in the front, naturally he had to sit in the most conspicuous place, otherwise how could he dominate the world? ¡°Are you sure?¡± Ma Jingyang looked at him unexpectedly. ¡°Of course.¡± Yu Tingfeng simply moved the desk to the side, sat down on the chair and looked at him with his legs crossed. ¡°Not bad.¡± Ma Jingyang nodded. It was the first time for the students to see someone take the initiative and recommend themselves to a special position for bad students. There were tens of thousands of words of admiration, and the only thing left to say was, f*ck, he¡¯s really awesome. The desks were being moved, and some people took the opportunity to talk. Yu Tingfeng sat lazily on the chair, and heard Song Zhaolan¡¯s name mentioned by the girls in the first row by the window. ¡°Look, look, that¡¯s Song Zhaolan.¡± ¡°Mother, he¡¯s so handsome, I love him so much.¡± ¡°Good grades. But his personality is a bit¡­¡± ¡°Call him and see if he looks up?¡± ¡°No, you do it.¡± The girls tried to push it to each other, all wanted to try it but they didn¡¯t have the courage. Yu Tingfeng went to the window, looked down, and saw Song Zhaolan going downstairs. Just as he was about to return, a girl leaning against the window suddenly shouted at Song Zhaolan below. She then immediately squatted down and hid under the ledge, making the V sign to her companions with a smile. The next moment, Song Zhaolan raised his head and saw Yu Tingfeng standing by the window, slightly tilting his head to express his doubts. Yu Tingfeng looked away at the girls and said, ¡°What to say?¡± The girl who shouted just now was scared again, she covered her face and said: ¡°Don¡¯t say it¡¯s me, please, I want to save face.¡± After a while, Song Zhaolan saw Yu Tingfeng mouthing: Teasing you. Song Zhaolan: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Yu Tingfeng watched him walk into the building, he smiled and returned to his seat. The girls poked him with a pen across the aisle, gossiping, ¡°Yu Tingfeng, are you good friends with Song Zhaolan?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Really? But you guys seem to be on good terms?¡± ¡°No such thing.¡± Seeing that they wanted to ask again, Yu Tingfeng directly raised his hand: ¡°Teacher, they are talking to me.¡± Girls: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Ma Jiyang tapped the desk: ¡°Be quiet, get ready for class, turn the book to page 109. Yu Tingfeng, don¡¯t lie down and sleep!¡± ¡­¡­ At dinner time, Yu Tingfeng met Song Zhaolan in the canteen. To be precise, it was Song Zhaolan who took the initiative to find him. At that time, he was honestly standing in line in the canteen when he heard someone calling his name from behind. Looking back, it was all strangers. He thought he was hallucinating. He turned around and heard another soft voice: ¡°Yu Tingfeng.¡± Yu Tingfeng turned back again, searched around, turned back, and quickly turned back the next second, and caught Song Zhaolan who was hiding behind others. Song Zhaolan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately stood up straight, as if he hadn¡¯t done anything. He went back and stood in front of Song Zhaolan: ¡°Why are you calling out to your grandpa?¡± ¡°Teasing you.¡± Song Zhaolan seemed to be amused when he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth held a smile. Yu Tingfeng glanced a few more times and snorted: ¡°Childish.¡± ¡°Learn from you.¡± Song Zhaolan pursed his lips. The more he tried to hold back, the more he couldn¡¯t, he lowered his head and smiled. Yu Tingfeng turned his head to the side and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Then, he raised his chin and looked at the ceiling. He quickly curled his lips and coughed. Just as he was about to speak, Sun Yicheng and the others ran over. ¡°Boss, what do you want to eat . ¡­ Song Zhaolan, why are you here?¡± Sun Yicheng looked at him warily. Seeing this, Huang Mao on one side hooked Sun Yicheng¡¯s neck and walked to the side: ¡°Read the room. Let¡¯s eat something else.¡± ¡°Let go of me, in terms of seniority, you still have to call me big brother!¡± Sun Yicheng shouted. It¡¯s seldom for the canteen to be kind today, and everyone was getting extra chicken legs. Yu Tingfeng had meager feeling about chicken legs. He stood to the side after he finished getting his food, when Song Zhaolan came over with a plate, he picked up on one of the chicken legs and was about to throw it on Song Zhaolan¡¯s plate. When someone ran over from not far away and cut off his words. ¡°Brother Song, I bought you some chicken legs! And Coke!¡± Wu Xiaoyu proudly said, ¡°Hurry up, go to our table first, everyone is waiting for you. I¡¯ll go and buy something for everyone.¡± After he finished speaking, he ran away like a wisps of smoke. Song Zhaolan passed by Yu Tingfeng: ¡°Why are you still here?¡± Seeing his bright and clear eyes, Yu Tingfeng seemed to have been impatient to eat the chicken legs and drink Coke. So he angrily put down the chicken leg: ¡°None of your business.¡± Song Zhaolan had no choice but to make a detour. ¡°Who is that Wu Xiaoyu?¡± Yu Tingfeng asked impatiently as soon as he sat in his stronghold. Sun Yicheng: ¡°The new leader of the beggar sect who has just been in office for a month, boss, you haven¡¯t met him?¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°I mean present, who is he? He looks like a wealthy young master.¡± Sun Yicheng inexplicably felt that his tone was full of bitterness. It seemed that Wu Xiaoyu had offended the sect master. He rejoiced at his misfortune and said, ¡°Now he seems to be the son of the wealthiest man of Wulin City.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Sun Yicheng looked up and saw Wu Xiaoyu buying many things to give to those people. He said: ¡°I guess I have a lot of money, I could throwing money to every charity.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Sun Yicheng asked: ¡°Boss, why didn¡¯t you eat? Are you not hungry? Is the food not appetizing?¡± Yu Tingfeng coldy said: ¡°No money.¡± Obviously they all began anew, so why can the beggar reincarnate so well? After eating, everyone was slowly walking toward the school, and the subordinates obviously felt that Yu Tingfeng was not in a very good mood. The Right Guardian whispered, ¡°What¡¯s wrong with Boss?¡± ¡°Is it because of the lack of money?¡± Sun Yicheng speculated. ¡°It must be the lack of a woman¡¯s warmth. Let me go!¡± Liu Zhuizui swayed her hips and stepped forward, ¡°Brother Yu~¡± ¡°Get lost.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Liu Zhuizui swayed her hips back. Even the Left Guardian was eating a close-door soup, and no one dared to look at him anymore. The group of subordinates silently followed his back with their heads down, and then found out that they were lost afterwards. Yu Tingfeng simply walked to the road side to tie his shoes, he stood up and found that they were all up ahead. ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± No way, do you still see me as the sect master? ¡°Yu Tingfeng.¡± Song Zhaolan¡¯s voice suddenly sounded from behind. He turned around and frowned: ¡°What?¡± ¡°Nothing, just shouting to tease you.¡± Song Zhaolan left as if nothing had happened. Yu Tingfeng took a step forward, caught up with him, and said in disdain, ¡°Aren¡¯t you childish?¡± ¡°It¡¯s fun.¡± Song Zhaolan said. Yu Tingfeng turned his head and was stunned when he saw that the corner of his mouth was slightly curved. Song Zhaolan usually had a cold and cheerless look, ever since they met, he hadn¡¯t seen him smile, but he smiled twice today. Not to mention, his smile was quite beautiful, just like the snow that accumulated for years had melted. Maybe it¡¯s because he grew up alone, without family or friends, that¡¯s why he found all these childish tricks funny? Yu Tingfeng asked sympathetically and helplessly: ¡°Is it really funny?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Song Zhaolan nodded, ¡°Every time you react, it reminds me of the dog I raised before.¡± Yu Tingfeng:?? ¡°You¡¯re the f*cking dog.¡± Yu Tingfeng kicked past him but accidentally stepped on his shoelace and fell butt first into the flower bed next to him. Song Zhaolan reached out to support him, his smile widened: ¡°You look more like one now.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± The author has something to say: Yu Tingfeng: Who the f*ck are you calling a dog! Song Zhaolan: I like dogs the best. Yu Tingfeng: What I mean is¡­ is¡­¡­Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof! CH 15 Recently, Yu Tingfeng has been addicted to playing video games. It¡¯s easy to tickle his satisfaction by going on a killing spree in MMORPG, but he scoffed at certain special skills seem to be very gaudy. ¡°You still don¡¯t get it. The more cool the special effects are, the more the girls love them.¡± Huang Mao enthusiastically said from the side. Yu Tingfeng drove him back to his room, then turned off the lights and went to bed, continuing to play with his phone. ¡°Boss, the student council is on duty outside and can see the light.¡± Sun Yicheng reminded in a small voice. ¡°How annoying.¡± Yu Tingfeng hid under the blanket and continued playing the game. Since he was tired from playing, he should catch up on his sleep in class. Most of the teachers turned a blind eye to the students of Class F. Compared to Yu Tingfeng who was sleeping, the group of students playing cards in the back whose voices gradually became louder and louder was more annoying. The teacher who taught the class was a young woman who had recently graduated. She warned them several times. In the end, these ignorant boys didn¡¯t listen at all. Instead, they became more and more complacent, as if they knew she couldn¡¯t do anything to them. The female teacher put the textbook on the desk and was almost on the verge of tears. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the podium: ¡°Who is causing a ruckus?¡± Everyone was startled, and all simultaneously looked at the person who just woken up, they saw Yu Tingfeng sitting up with a vicious look and his eyes were cold and piercing. Everyone knew that he was the leader of the small clique in the class, but at this moment, they really realized how scary he was. He didn¡¯t do anything, but his eyes were frightening enough. ¡°Sun Yicheng, take note of all those who were talking for me, I¡¯ll settle the score one by one after class.¡± After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he fell asleep on the desk again. Sun Yicheng happily picked up the notebook and was ready to note it down, but no one dared to speak anymore, and the classroom became extremely quiet. After a while, Yu Tingfeng felt that something was missing again as it was not easy to fall asleep. He raised his head and said lazily: ¡°Teacher, continue to teach.¡± The teacher was also taken aback by him. Seeing that he didn¡¯t target her, but also helping her to maintain discipline. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the textbook again to start the lesson. After school on Saturday, the homeroom teacher informed the students that the monthly exam was next week, and summarized this week¡¯s discipline: ¡°On the whole, our class performed very poorly this week. There were several students in the class who did not break the rules. So let¡¯s applaud and encourage them.¡± Saying that, Ma Jingyang casually threw a chalk tip, hitting Sun Yicheng¡¯s head in the back row: ¡°If you want to talk, go out and talk.¡± Sun Yicheng covered his forehead and said in surprise: ¡°Teacher, where did you learn the martial arts of One Hundred Shots, One Hundred Hits?¡± Ma Jingyang: ¡°Self-taught, do you want to learn?¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°Yes.¡± Ma Jingyang: ¡°Come and be a teacher, you will learn it automatically.¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°I don¡¯t study much, don¡¯t lie to me.¡± After school, Sun Yicheng was still pondering over the topic: ¡°Boss, boss, do you really think that once you become a teacher, will you be able to master the ¡®One Hundred Shots, One Hundred Hits¡¯? I think our homeroom teacher is also a martial arts genius, why don¡¯t you take him under our wing!¡± The Right Guardian said: ¡°Boss will not let Teacher Ma join.¡± Sun Yicheng: ¡°Why? !¡± The Right Guardian looked at Yu Tingfeng¡¯s expression, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he told the subordinates, ¡°Because Teacher Ma might become the boss¡¯ stepfather.¡± Demonic sect disciples: ¡°?!!¡± What kind of demonic combination is this?! Sun Yicheng and the others suddenly thought of Yu Tingfeng¡¯s father in his previous life, and fell into an inexplicable fear, and automatically substituted him for Ma Jingyang. Coupled with his title as the homeroom teacher, it¡¯s simply too frightening to mention. ¡°Hello, Teacher Ma.¡± The students around shouted. ¡°Hello.¡± Ma Jiyang, who was passing by, smiled amicably and turned his head to see a group of his students in cold sweats, ¡°What are you guys doing sneaking around like this?¡± Sun Yicheng and others repeatedly went back dozens of steps, did not dare look directly into his eyes and stiffly lowered their heads. ¡°Don¡¯t forget to do your homework on the weekend. Did you know about the self-study inspection on Sunday night?¡± Ma Jingyang asked. Everyone stood in a row, their heads almost met the ground. ¡°Why are you so obedient?¡± Ma Jingyang muttered, then took out the phone and handed it back to Yu Tingfeng. After the homeroom teacher left, Sun Yicheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief, regained their composure, and said in horror, ¡°What are you doing in a daze, why don¡¯t you go back and do your homework!¡± ¡°Yes! I¡¯ll go back first!¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll go first too. See you tomorrow!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know how to write. What should I do?¡± A crowd rushed to the school gate in a panic, leaving the Left Guardian and Right Guardian to accompany Yu Tingfeng. Yu Tingfeng, with his head down, opened the game. Liu Zhuizui said: ¡°I¡¯d like to go shopping. Lord, go with me.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°No time, not going.¡± Liu Zhuizui: ¡°But all the other women were accompanied by guys! Otherwise it would be dangerous for a beauty to be out alone!¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed really dangerous for the person who meet you.¡± Yu Tingfeng said sincerely. ¡°Hmph, smelly man.¡± Liu Zhuizui rolled her eyes ¡°Be careful that you¡¯re going to die alone!¡± ¡°I thank you for your blessing.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Liu Zhuizhui couldn¡¯t do anything to him. She turned around angrily and saw a handsome young man passing by not far away. She swayed her hips and walked over, slid off her school uniform jacket flirtatiously, and showed her delicate shoulders again, ¡°Handsome, do you want to go shopping together?¡± The handsome man, pushing back his glasses, said, ¡°Hello, student, I¡¯m an assistant teacher. You have found the wrong person.¡± Liu Zhuizhui silently put back her clothes, and silently swaying her hips back: ¡°I¡¯m dead!¡± The beauty who had always stood amongst the crowd of men, who always successful in every endeavor, has lost faith in life after hitting a wall: ¡°I wonder why I¡¯m still alive . ¡­ ¡± ¡°Liu Zhuizhui! Do you want to buy milk tea?¡± A few girls came from the back, all from Class F, shouted at her in passing. ¡°I¡¯ll go, I¡¯ll go!¡± Liu Zhuizhui asked Yu Tingfeng again, ¡°Are you going?¡± ¡°Come, log in.¡± Yu Tingfeng said. ¡°¡­ ¡­ Hmph, go play by yourself!¡± Liu Zhuizhui strode towards the girls, ¡°Babes, I¡¯m coming!¡± The Right Guardian looked at the group of girls and whispered, ¡°Boss, you are not very gentle toward women.¡± Not to mention not replying, Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t even glance at him. Right Guardian: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Alright, he¡¯s even less kind to men. ¡°Then I¡¯ll go back and do my homework and also study the next week¡¯s fortune.¡± The Right Guardian was a fortune-teller and liked to study astrology and fortune-telling when he had nothing to do. Yu Tingfeng nodded. The Right Guardian was about to leave when he saw Song Zhaolan standing at the school gate with his backpack. He muttered: ¡°Who is Song Zhaolan waiting for?¡± ¡°For me.¡± Yu Tingfeng looked up and glanced at him. He had made an appointment to fight tonight. ¡°Why did he wait for you?¡± The Right Guardian was very confused. While talking, the two had arrived beside Song Zhaolan, and Yu Tingfeng kindly asked, ¡°Are you waiting for me?¡± Song Zhaolan: ¡°No.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡­ The Right Guardian pursed his lips, wanting to laugh. ¡°Leader, leader , I¡¯m here.¡± Wu Xiaoyu came over with two hand-grabbed pancakes and handed them to him, before noticing Yu Tingfeng standing next to him. ¡°What do you want?¡± he immediately stopped before Yu Tingfeng and said vigilantly. Yu Tingfeng lowered his eyes and looked at him, then at Song Zhaolan, and indifferently walked away. Wu Xiaoyu turned around in confusion and asked, ¡°Leader, they didn¡¯t bully you just now, did they?¡± ¡°No.¡± Song Zhaolan returned a pancake to him, ¡°You eat one too.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Wu Xiaoyu took it with a smile, and just after taking a bite, the family driver came to pick him up, ¡°Leader, where do you live, do you want me to give you a ride?¡± ¡°No need, my house is close by.¡± After Wu Xiaoyu left in a luxury car, Song Zhaolan walked towards home. When he was about to get to the bus stop, he saw Yu Tingfeng about to get on the bus, and suddenly remembered something, and hurried over: ¡°Yu Tingfeng, when will I see you tonight?¡± The vehicle was very noisy, Yu Tingfeng didn¡¯t hear it, so he left it to the Right Guardian to tell him, and the door closed. When Song Zhaolan ran over, the bus had gone far away. He carried his bag and chased for a while, but found that he couldn¡¯t catch up as it soon disappeared. So he ran back again and caught the Right Guardian and asked, ¡°What did Yu Tingfeng tell you?¡± ¡°He said¡­¡± The Right Guardian suddenly closed his eyes, counted his fingers, and learned that Yu Tingfeng would not have an accident tonight, but Song Zhaolan would, so he recounted the words with confidence, ¡°Tonight meet at the canyon.¡± Song Zhaolan rushed home to eat. The Right Guardian calculated again: ¡°Hohhh, how come the Master seems to suffer heavy casualties as well?¡± The Song¡¯s house was close to the police station, but a bit far from the school. It took 20 minutes by bus. But Song Zhaolan ran all the way back. He was not used to riding a vehicle yet, so he still preferred his legs. If it was not for the loss of his internal strength, as long as he used his qinggong, Ping Sha Ta Yan, going home was not an effort at all. But this did not affect the pace of his practice. He no longer had his internal strength, his fitness had to keep up, running home could considered training. Zhao Qinghong had already made dinner, and after asking a few questions about what happened at school, Song Zhaolan hurriedly finished up his meal and went back to his room. He left a letter on his desk to explained what happened afterwards: Hello, Mom and Dad, if I¡¯m not back by the time you read this letter, it means I¡¯m no longer here. You don¡¯t have to be surprised and you should not go to him to seek revenge, there¡¯s never an end to taking revenge. And I won¡¯t tell you that he¡¯s Yu Tingfeng, because he¡¯s a worthy opponent, this is an agreement between us men, exchanging blows with him, there are bound to be casualties. And finally, I wish you a happy life. Song Nian was on a night shift today, and Zhao Qinghong already went to bed. So by the time they found this letter, it should be when they called him for breakfast. If he came back early, he¡¯d tear it up and nothing would happen. He quietly left the house and ran towards the largest canyon in Wulin City. He was not at all surprised why Yu Tingfeng chose the canyon, because the demonic sect¡¯s lair was in a winding and rugged canyon, known as the Demon¡¯s Valley. But the canyon here was a scenic spot, he didn¡¯t bring any money or phone, so he stood waiting under the streetlight at the toll booth. He waited and waited, waiting all night. ¡°Hey, wake up.¡± Song Zhaolan slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold chair, with a few newspapers covering him. He sat up in confusion: ¡°Who are you? Where is Yu Tingfeng?¡± ¡°I¡¯m a security guard. You¡¯ve been here all night. Did you run away from home?¡± ¡°Where¡¯s Yu Tingfeng?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know who Feng is. I think you are going crazy. You won¡¯t go home in the middle of the night. What are you doing out here?¡± Song Zhaolan realized he might have been stood up and got bitten many times by mosquitoes. Running all the way home, he happened to see Zhao Qinghong pushing open the door of his room, picked up the letter, and hurriedly shouted: ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± ¡°Oh! You scared me, why did you come back from outside?¡± Zhao Qinghong said, ¡°What is this letter?¡± Song Zhaolan rushed in, grabbed the paper and put it in his mouth. ¡°Oh, you naughty boy, not everything can be eaten. Spit it out!¡± That afternoon, Song Zhaolan went to the school, put his luggage in the dorm room, turned around and went to the room across, 517: ¡°Yu Tingfeng!¡± There were only Yu Tingfeng and Huang Mao in the dormitory, others hadn¡¯t come yet. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Yu Tingfeng looked up at him. ¡°Where were you last night? I waited all night for you.¡± Song Zhaolan was rarely sullen, which made Yu Tingfeng felt it was something novel. He walked to the door curiously, looked at him for a moment, and said with a smile, ¡°I was playing games at home. I lost the whole night and suffered heavy losses. What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°Did you know I waited all night for you?¡± Huang Mao watching the drama: Oh, crap. It¡¯s a soap opera! ¡°Why are you waiting for me? I didn¡¯t ask you to wait for me, did I?¡± Yu Tingfeng was puzzled. Hearing this, the corners of Song Zhaolan¡¯s mouth twitched, feeling a little bit aggrieved: ¡°Have you forgotten our agreement again?¡± Huang Mao: Again? Yu Tingfeng, you really are a slag! Yu Tingfeng scratched his hair: ¡°Didn¡¯t I ask you yesterday? You said you weren¡¯t waiting for me, I thought you didn¡¯t want to go.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t waiting for you then, but I was waiting for you later.¡± Song Zhaolan said. They both went silent at the same time. ¡°All right, I get it.¡± Huang Mao stood up and walked among them, ¡°It¡¯s all a misunderstanding. Don¡¯t be upset.¡± Yu Tingfeng asked: ¡°Where did you wait for me last night?¡± ¡°The canyon.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡­ Are you stupid?¡± ¡°Tch, what are you talking about?¡± Huang Mao quickly winked at him, ¡°How can you call him stupid when he waited for you all night, he loves you deeply. Song Zhaolan, don¡¯t be angry, the boss is to blame.¡± Yu Tingfeng: ¡°?¡± There seemed to be something wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong. Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at Huang Mao: ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yeah. Come, quickly make up after you quarrel, don¡¯t worry about the little things. Let¡¯s shake hands and forget about it.¡± Huang Mao took their hands and put them together, ¡°Well, now you can talk quietly, I¡¯ll go first.¡± Yu Tingfeng looked down at the clasped hands: ¡°Why are we talking quietly?¡± Song Zhaolan shook his head: ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Yu Tingfeng turned his head and asked: ¡°Huang Mao, why should we¡­ Hey, why do you have black hair?¡± Huang Mao: ¡°Because the director caught me, else he would have my head shaved! Wait. Did you just now noticed that I have black hair? I¡¯ve been watching you play for half an hour!¡± ¡°Oh.¡± Yu Tingfeng frowned suddenly, ¡°You have black hair now, how could I still call you Huang Mao?¡± ¡°I have a name! My name is Zhang Wei! There are eight Zhang Wei in the school. Remember!¡± Yu Tingfeng nodded: ¡°Okay, Huang Wei.¡± Zhang Wei: ¡°¡­ ¡­ ¡± Song Zhaolan stared at Yu Tingfeng¡¯s hand for a while, then raised his hand, and pressed it tightly against his palm. Zhang Wei: OMG! You guys are so sappy! Single dogs shouldn¡¯t see this, Zhang Wei decided to retreat, after walking a few steps, he heard Song Zhaolan sajd to Yu Tingfeng: ¡°Hei Mao¡¯s method is good.¡± Hei Mao: ¡°¡­.¡± Lao Zi already said that my name is Zhang Wei!! I¡¯m so angry!! ¡°What method?¡± Yu Tingfeng looked at the two hands sticking together, worried that the other party would make a sudden attack, so he kept on guard, so his palms began to sweat. Song Zhaolan separated his hand, the center of Yu Tingfeng¡¯s cold palm felt a little empty. ¡°Comparing the sizes, your palm is slightly larger than mine, that¡¯s why you are able to catch my Yufeng Palm.¡± Song Zhaolan found the place of doubt. Yu Tingfeng: ¡°¡­?¡± The author has something to say: Yu Tingfeng: Couldn¡¯t it be because I am powerful? Song Zhaolan: You have big hands, long body and fast legs, but you couldn¡¯t be more powerful than me. Yu Tingfeng: Okay_(:§Ù¡¹¡Ï)_ P.S: The world where only Huang Mao was injured is now achieved***. *** Based on the famous line, ¡°See? It¡¯s simple. A world where no one gets hurt is now complete¡± from the anime ¡°My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected¡±.