Song Zhaolan borrowed Yu Tingfeng’s hand, but found that the latter was not cooperating, so he had to come up with another plan.
“I think I just heard Huang Wei’s voice.” Yu Tingfeng said.
“Yes, he must have been caught doing something wrong by the director,” Song Zhaolan checked the time and said, “I’m going down first.”
The two went downstairs one after the other. After walking for a while, Yu Tingfeng tied his shoelaces and found that Song Zhaolan had quickly returned to the classroom and followed him to the second floor.
He clicked his tongue and said triumphantly, “Can you not follow me? I’m not anyone to you… hmm? Where did you go?”
He turned around and found that Song Zhaolan was not here for Class F, but stopped at the entrance of Class E, talking to the class bully.
He took a few steps back and heard Song Zhaolan say, “Classmates, why didn’t you come find me?”
The class bully looked around, and there were quite a few people already watching their every move, so he lifted his head and was determined to maintain his image as both the class bully and a slacker. He said haughtily, “What do we need to find you for? I already said that we won’t study!”
“No, you forgot about this,” Song Zhaolan handed over a bag and said, “No need to thank me.”
The class bully took it, but it was heavy, and he almost couldn’t hold it firmly. He opened the bag and took a look, isn’t this what they brought last time?
“Don’t lose it next time,” Song Zhaolan reminded him.
The class bully: “…”
Did you bring this back to threaten us? We said we’re not going to study, and we’re not going to study!
“What are you all standing around for? Go back to the classroom and prepare for class!” The Class E homeroom teacher suddenly squeezed into the crowd and saw Song Zhaolan, paused for a moment, and then pointed to the bag in the class bully’s hand, “What’s in there?”
The class bully: “Nothing!”
“Open it and let me see.” The homeroom teacher glared at him, and when she reached in, she saw a dozen or so sticks made from books. “What are these? What do you intend to do with them?”
The class bully: “…” Being a class bully is really tough!
“Tell me honestly, what were you planning to do with these things?” The homeroom teacher spoke sternly.
The people in the corridor fell silent, and the timid ones had already gone back to the classroom, leaving only a few outsiders who came to watch the commotion.
“He’s going to study,” Song Zhaolan suddenly spoke up.
“Study?” The homeroom teacher turned to look at him, “You’re saying they were making these things to study?”
“Mm. He asked me out last time just to consult me on some questions.”
The homeroom teacher’s expression changed several times as if he heard some incredible tale, but when Song Zhaolan spoke, he looked sincere and didn’t seem like a person who would lie.
“Is that so?” The homeroom teacher looked at the class bully.
“Ah…Yes! We wanted to study better this time. We didn’t do well on the last test, so we decided to learn from Song Zhaolan!” The class bully immediately said.
“Okay, if you have time, you can ask him for more advice, but don’t disturb his studies.” The homeroom teacher knew that Song Zhaolan didn’t do well on the last test, but was grateful that he was willing to tutor this mischievous student. He then entrusted the task to the class bully, “If something happens to Song Zhaolan in the future, you will be the first one I look for.”
“Okay, we will treat Song Zhaolan as our idol and goal!” The class bully nodded repeatedly.
Yu Tingfeng turned his eyes away in disdain.
Zhang Wei, who had just been scolded by the dean, happened to notice this detail when he returned to the classroom. He took another look at the class E bully fawning over Song Zhaolan and guessed that the boss must be jealous.
Oh, the troubles of young love.
After returning to the classroom, Zhang Wei approached Yu Tingfeng and muttered, “Boss, you need to keep an eye on him, don’t let Song Zhaolan slip away from your hands.”
“What do you mean?” Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, “Can he fly out of my palm?”
“Don’t be too sure about it.” Zhang Wei had the mentality of a mother hen, “Think about it, if there are more people around Song Zhaolan, he’ll no longer put you in his eyes. Can you tolerate that?”
Yu Tingfeng sat up straight and said seriously, “I can’t tolerate it. Why didn’t he put me in his eyes?”
Zhang Wei: “Exactly! You’re so tall, so handsome, so charming and elegant…”
Yu Tingfeng gave him an appreciative look. “And?”
“And also free-spirited, but… your grades aren’t that good.”
“What’s wrong with having bad grades?” Yu Tingfeng frowned.
“Let me put it this way, in this exam, Song Zhaolan had a bad day and only got a grade of 99 out of the whole grade. Based on his usual grades, he could easily get into a top-tier university. But for you… if you work hard, you might make it into a technical college.”
“Can you put it simply?” Yu Tingfeng asked.
“Simply put, when the time comes, while others go to Peking University, you might end up in Beijing Digital Institute. While others study computer drones, you’ll be operating an excavator. In short, the two of you will be worlds apart, never in the same league again.” Zhang Wei lowered his voice.
Yu Tingfeng was surprised. Not in the same league?
He thought about it for a moment. If Song Zhaolan didn’t challenge him to a duel, what else would he do to pass the time? Practice with these lackeys?
Yu Tingfeng cleared his throat, waved his hand, and asked in a low voice, “So what should I do?”
Zhang Wei whispered, “Of course you should study hard and try to get into the same school as him!”
Yu Tingfeng nodded slightly, and looked at him in confusion. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Of course it’s for your own good, so you can continue to be in love with Song Zhaolan, lost in your own world, and not bother with being the school bully. That way, I can help you manage your followers… cough, I mean, friends!”
Zhang Wei smiled slyly, “Of course it’s for your own good, boss.”
“This matter must not be disclosed,” Yu Tingfeng said, thinking it over.
Needless to say, Zhang Wei knew the importance of keeping their relationship a secret. He would never let anyone else know that they were in love. This was his biggest leverage, hehe.
On the day of the holiday, Yu Xiaohui and a few others talked with Song Zhaolan about their progress and decided to try to study before making further plans.
Naturally, Song Zhaolan agreed.
After returning home for the holiday, he had just put his schoolbag in the room when a small stone hit the window.
He opened the window and saw Yu Tingfeng standing downstairs, with his hands in his pockets and the backpack casually slung over his shoulder, beckoning him to come down.
Song Zhaolan went down and asked curiously, “How did you get here?”
“Why are you running so fast? Is there a ghost chasing you?” Yu Tingfeng walked up to him.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who chased me all the way here?”
Song Zhaolan pursed his lips.
“Come over here.” Yu Tingfeng commanded again.
Song Zhaolan complied and moved closer, but remained cautious.
Yu Tingfeng looked around, saw no one else, and then took out a bag of lollipops from his school bag, impatiently stuffing it into his arms.
“What’s this for?” Song Zhaolan looked at him in surprise.
Yu Tingfeng seemed to feel embarrassed, turned his head and didn’t look at him, and said stiffly, “Help me with my make-up lessons, and I’ll give you all of these.”
After a moment, the lollipops were back in his own hands.
“I don’t want it, I don’t like eating these.” Song Zhaolan turned around and started walking back.
“You have something you don’t like eating too?” Yu Tingfeng was refused when he asked for a favor for the first time, and his irritable temper arose, “Then tell me, what do you like to eat, I’ll buy it for you!!!”
“Let’s go upstairs, come with me.” Song Zhaolan turned to look at him.
Yu Tingfeng was delighted that he could still be invited into his home, and he took two or three steps forward, hooking his arm around his shoulder like a brother, “You’re not bad.”
“I’ll go up and find a pen and paper to write it down, and you can buy according to the list.” Song Zhaolan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his face full of spring breeze, “Oh, by the way, I also want to see your Dragon Breaking Sword, so show it to me later.”
Yu Tingfeng: “…”
A dried up mushroom currently addicted to translating novels. Totally not on caffeine!
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