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 — 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. 来 means come, 去 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—”

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.”