“Now let’s do the eighth set of radio exercises. Walk in place. Go —”
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: (*/ω\*)
Sun Yicheng: Sooner or later, he would knock Song Zhaolan down!
Yu Tingfeng with strange thoughts: (*/ω\*)
A dried up mushroom currently addicted to translating novels. Totally not on caffeine!