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–…”

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 老肩巨滑 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?