“Song Zhaolan, do you really think you could beat me?”
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?”
“I’m afraid you’ll go crazy.”
Song Zhaolan looked at him suspiciously.
Yu Tingfeng didn’t replied to him again——
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?”
“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~”
“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.”
“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!
A dried up mushroom currently addicted to translating novels. Totally not on caffeine!