MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 65

During the whole lunch break, Yu Tingfeng was forced to do homework for a long time, until the wake-up bell rang, he was still numb.

The two walked out of the administrative building one after the other, and were bumped into by Zhang Wei.

From a long distance, Zhang Wei could see their figures. If they don't sleep in the middle of the day, what good things are they doing secretly?

Then he watched Yu Tingfeng walking in front with his yang energy drained and in a daze, followed by Song Zhaolan who was full of energy and smiling.

Zhang Wei:! !

I reversed cp?

Song Zhaolan glimpsed Zhang Wei's figure from the corner of his eye, and slowed down a bit, then Zhang Wei quickly ran to Yu Tingfeng's side, and asked cautiously, "Boss, are you okay?"

Yu Tingfeng's eyes were blank, as if he had lost all his dreams: "I'm not good."

"Hiss—" Zhang Wei also lost his dream, "Forget it, no matter what, you will always be my boss."

Song Zhaolan returned to the classroom and took out the textbook for the next class.

The students all walked into the classroom one after another, and Xue Canming was the last one to run in stepping on the bell. As soon as he sat down, he turned around and shouted: "Meng...Song Zhaolan!"

Song Zhaolan raised his head and gave him a wink.

"Something happened!" Xue Canming had just finished speaking, when he heard the head teacher standing at the door asking, "What happened, let me hear it too?"

"..." Xue Canming immediately sat back with an embarrassed face, "This is none of your business."

"Okay, then you can write a review and leave it to me tonight. Is this none of my business?" Wu Chenggang asked with a dark face.

Xue Canming still wanted to be stubborn, but was pressed down by his deskmate: "After that, there will be two self-criticisms."

After class, Xue Canming called his friends and they sat around Song Zhaolan's seat.

"What happened?" Song Zhaolan asked.

Xue Canming took out a notebook and began to write a review, without raising his head, he said: "All the photos on the sports bulletin board have disappeared."

"What? Who did it?" Wu Xiaoyu asked.

"I don't know. I also just got up and wanted to appreciate my own demeanor. I made a detour to that road, but found that there was nothing there." Xue Canming said.

Several people immediately ran to the bulletin board next to the playground. It was indeed empty, only some newspapers and photos were left.

"It was only posted in the morning, I haven't had time to admire my own demeanor!" Mao Hongxi clenched his fists angrily, "Who did it, I'm going to beat him up to relieve my anger!"

Wu Xiaoyu kindly reminded: "Brother Mao, you were not in the photo."

Mao Hongxi: "How is it possible! Didn't all the champions have photos?"

Wu Xiaoyu: "Yes, but you were either won by the leader or Yu Tingfeng in some of the events you participated in."

Mao Hongxi: "...Hmm."

Yu Xiaohui ignored them and asked, "Do I need to report this matter?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "I'll ask Liu Yun first to see if they still have any photos left. But whoever stole it has to be found out."

"Okay, you go to the people above first, and leave the investigation to us!" Mao Hongxi rolled up his sleeves, "It's been a long time since I showed my strength, and we will definitely help you solve this problem."

After the discussion, the class bell rang.

Several people looked around and shouted at the same time: "Run!"

"All of you, hand in a self-criticism each!" Wu Chenggang stood on the podium, and you pointed angrily at the few people standing at the door.

The students all made sounds of gloating, among which Xue Canming laughed the loudest.

When the class was over, Song Zhaolan left the classroom without stopping.

"Hey, Song Zhaolan! Stand there for me, I haven't finished yet!" Wu Chenggang was furious, and looked back at the group of students, all of them had the four characters "Don't drag the get out of class" written on their faces. He waved his hand, "Forget it!" Alright, get out of class is over."

There are already people running around in the corridor, they are not active in get out of class, and they are definitely active after class.

Song Zhaolan seized the time and ran down in two or three steps, but bumped into someone solidly while turning, and groaned.

"What are you doing?" Yu Tingfeng didn't expect that he was just about to go out, how could someone still get into his arms, he said lazily, "You initiated this yourself, you don't like touching porcelain. "

Song Zhaolan raised his head, took two steps back, and rubbed his forehead: "I'm sorry."

Seeing his anxious expression, Yu Tingfeng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go find Liu Yun." After speaking, Song Zhaolan ran away without looking back.

Zhang Wei came out to go to the bathroom and saw Yu Tingfeng blocked at the entrance of the corridor, motionless, like an orphan abandoned by his mother, he asked concerned: "What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry about it." Yu Tingfeng glared at him.

The senior three teaching building is not in the same direction as the second grade, and is farther away from the school gate. Song Zhaolan ran to Class A of the third year of high school in one breath. This group of people who were immersed in their studies finally found some fresh fun and kept paying attention to him.

"Are you looking for me?" Liu Yun got up and walked to the door and asked.

Song Zhaolan nodded and told him about the bulletin board.

Liu Yun frowned: "Who is so tasteless? Even stole these photos?"

"Someone is going to investigate this." Song Zhaolan asked, "Do you still have these photos?"

"I have to find a photographer." Liu Yun led him downstairs, and finally came to Class F.

As soon as the two appeared at the door, discussions arose again, mainly focusing on Song Zhaolan who had just arrived. As for Liu Yun, they were all taken aback.

"Wu Xun, Liu Yun is here." Someone yelled.

Song Zhaolan looked around and found that although Class F was noisier than Class A, there were still many people quietly reading their homework, which was completely different from Class F in the first year of high school.

Is this the pressure of the third year? Even Class F started to work hard.

Wu Xun in the corner raised his head and approached with a smile when he heard Liu Yun say, "Call out Pingping."

Wu Xun's face froze, and he turned to look for Pingping.

Song Zhaolan looked unexpectedly at the girl with dyed hair wearing rivet leggings, and asked about the photo.

"Of course I kept it. The photos of this kind of event will not be deleted easily. Besides, there are many handsome guys in this event. Don't worry." Pingping patted her chest, and the rivets were tied into her hands. She covered her hands, her facial features distorted After a while, "wait for me, I'll get the camera."

Song Zhaolan took the memory card and ran back to the teaching building, just when he reached the corridor entrance, he saw Yu Tingfeng again.

However, the class bell jingled, and he hurried upstairs without even having time to say hello. When he arrived at the door of the classroom, he was caught by Wu Chenggang who was standing in the corridor again.

After a while, he said, "The biology teacher is still waiting for me to go in for class."

Wu Chenggang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Don't forget tonight's review, go in quickly."

After class, it's dinner time.

Xue Canming and the others rushed to Song Zhaolan's seat, wanting to talk to him about the situation, but he ran faster and ran away through the back door.

"Hurry up to the cafeteria!"

Xue Canming gave an order, and seven or eight people rushed down at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, making the other students tremble. I have never seen such a hard-working team.

The cafeteria was bustling with each other, Song Zhaolan got the garlic pork ribs smoothly, and sat down contentedly. The partners sat down one after another and asked him about the situation.

"There are still photos. I will ask for leave to print the photos for evening self-study." Song Zhaolan said, "How about you, how is the investigation going?"

"Because the time is short, I briefly reasoned." Xue Canming waved at him and waited for him to listen to him before saying, "According to my guess, the time of committing the crime was from after the flag-raising ceremony to after the lunch break."

Song Zhaolan: "...is this still speculative?"

Xue Canming added: "Listen to me. If there is no accident, the place where the crime was committed is the bulletin board. To put it simply, it is very simple. The suspect committed the crime during the time when there was no one around. "

Song Zhaolan rubbed his eyebrows, turned to look at Yu Xiaohui: "What about you, do you have anything to add?"

"A man did it." Yu Xiaohui blurted out.

Song Zhaolan: "Is there any evidence?"

Yu Xiaohui shook her head: "I haven't found the evidence yet. When I find the key evidence, there will be evidence to prove it."

"..." Song Zhaolan held his forehead, "Next."

Wu Xiaoyu said: "I checked the glass window of the bulletin board, there are obvious scratches, and the wall of the photo wall also has traces of peeling paint."

This sounds reliable, Song Zhaolan asked: "So?"

"So, it's too much!" Wu Xiaoyu patted the table, filled with righteous indignation, "We pay so much tuition fees every year, can't the school take care of the public facilities?"

Zhao Mingdeng replied: "Our tuition fee is not much, but the school has a lot of things to repair."

"Oh, that's it." Wu Xiaoyu thought of rescue measures, "Then I'll ask my dad to donate some money to the school."

Everyone: "..."

Mao Hongxi said: "I surveyed the footprints on the ground."

Song Zhaolan: "How is it?"

"I can't tell, this is a concrete floor, and there are so many people passing by, I can't see any footprints at all."

"..."

Chen Yuting said: "I went to find the witnesses, and I gained a little bit."

Everyone looked at him, and he said slowly: "According to the feedback from the crowd, many people have stopped here to watch, but there is a man who comes here almost every class."

Yu Xiaohui: "It really is a man, who is it?"

Chen Yuting looked at her: "Zhang Wei, lie on the glass and look at your photo."

Yu Xiaohui: "..."

"It should be him. If we don't get the heart of our head Yu, we will get her photo!" Xue Canming clamored to find him to settle the score, "Even if it wasn't him, I would get rid of those demon cultists." It doesn't matter."

"Wait a minute, I have a different opinion." A woman said that she was asking the host of the building.

Xuanwenlou has never been involved in Jianghu affairs, and makes a living by buying and selling news. Before encircling and suppressing the Demon Cult, the host suddenly received news that treasures left over from the previous dynasty appeared within the scope of the Demon Cult's rule, so Xuanwenlou also joined the Wulin League, but it was not counted as a core member.

After arriving at this place, Lou Ziying, the host, became closer to them because of his unfamiliarity with the place. At the same time, he made friends with other classmates and often missed martial arts conferences.

"There are people everywhere during the class break. Even if Zhang Wei comes to every class, he will definitely not dare to commit crimes in public, so I think the time for committing the crime should be reduced to the time during the lunch break." After Lou Ziying finished speaking, the others nodded. She continued, "According to my sources, Zhang Wei went back to the dormitory with his classmates after lunch, and made a loud noise in the dormitory, which was recorded by Xue Canming."

"Indeed, there is still a note from him in the discipline book. If it is pushed like this, it would be good to find someone who is not in the dormitory during lunch break?" Xue Canming said, flipping through the book quickly, and then showed a natural expression, "It really is this man, Yu Tingfeng."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

"He didn't go back to the dormitory, and there was no one in the classroom, maybe he committed a crime and hid." Xue Canming said.

Others didn't seem surprised by this, Wu Xiaoyu said: "I heard that he and Zhang Wei also admired it for a while, so it should be him."

"It's not him." Song Zhaolan said suddenly.

Everyone was stunned and looked at him suspiciously: "Why not him?"

Song Zhaolan: "...It's not him anyway."

"Who else could it be?" Xue Canming asked puzzled.

"Follow me." Song Zhaolan turned and left, and the others followed in a blur.

A group of people came to the administrative building. Song Zhaolan found the director, reported the situation, and got his verbal promise before walking to another room.

After a while, the partners stared at the several computers in the monitoring room, dumbfounded.

"I asked you to investigate because I went to monitor and investigate." Song Zhaolan said helplessly.

Everyone: "..."

The teacher in charge of monitoring brought up the video of that area of ​​the playground, and a group of people stared at the computer screen with their eyes wide open.

It was not until five minutes before the wake-up bell for lunch break that the suspect appeared on the screen. I saw an ordinary boy walk into the screen. The photos inside were searched cleanly, and after the incident, he closed the glass like a normal person, turned around and walked to the teaching building.

"Master, this is a master." Xue Canming was dumbfounded.

"But who is he?" Wu Xiaoyu asked.

No one could say his name.

Zhao Mingdeng looked at Lou Ziying: "Ziying, you have always been well-informed, do you know this person?"

Lou Ziying was also shocked, and quickly shook her head: "No, I... don't know him."

Song Zhaolan asked the teacher to increase the size of the picture a bit. Looking at the figure with the hunched body in the picture, he thought of something, and said, "I probably know who it is."

"Who is it?" The partners rushed to ask.

"I still need to confirm it." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, he inadvertently glanced at a frame on another computer from the corner of his eye, and Yu Tingfeng appeared in the center of his field of vision.

"Isn't that Yu Tingfeng?" Xue Canming also noticed it, and pointed to the monitor to look at the time, "It's still before the lunch break, just in time, let's see where he went when he didn't sleep!"

The teacher was about to open it when someone bumped his arm abruptly. He looked suspiciously at Song Zhaolan who was standing aside.

Song Zhaolan acted as if nothing had happened, and reminded with a serious face: "Since you are sure it's not Yu Tingfeng, you should go back to your self-study as soon as possible. Have you finished your self-criticism?"

Everyone:! !

Xue Canming was the first to sneak away: "I'm still three hundred words short!"

"I haven't started writing yet!" Mao Hongxi also chased after him, and everyone quickly fled back to the classroom.

"Student, do you want to watch it? I'll be busy if I don't." The teacher said speechlessly.

Song Zhaolan turned his head, glanced at the person in the picture, and couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth: "Look."

In the video, Yu Tingfeng came near the administrative building. He didn't go upstairs immediately, but lingered on the first floor for a long time, scratching his head for a while, looking up for a while, until after the lunch break bell rang, he kept staring at the corridor entrance for about a minute, as if he was waiting for someone, but No one appeared for a long time, so he stepped up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

Song Zhaolan's mind moved slightly, he thought it was funny and cute, it turned out that Yu Tingfeng had been waiting for him downstairs.

In the blink of an eye, a bold guess appeared in his mind, staring at the screen with unambiguous eyes, and said: "Teacher, please adjust the monitoring at the corridor entrance in the first year of senior high school again, the rest time after the second class in the afternoon, ten minutes."

"I'm going to class, you can read it yourself, remember to lock the door after reading, and return the key to the director or me." The teacher called out the screen, got up and gave him the key, "Go back to self-study as soon as possible."

"OK, thanks."

When the teacher left, he closed the door. Song Zhaolan sat down on the chair and clicked on the video.

At the beginning of the picture, there were students moving, and then he appeared in the picture, bumping into Yu Tingfeng who was just about to go downstairs in a hurry.

After saying a few words, he left, but Yu Tingfeng stayed where he was.

During the whole process of ten minutes, Yu Tingfeng neither went downstairs nor paid attention to the classmates who greeted him, but stayed at the entrance of the corridor and kept wandering, rubbing his head irritably for a while, and leaning forward for a while to look down.

When class was about to start, Zhang Wei came back from the toilet and called him into the classroom, but he was indifferent.

There were almost no people at the corridor entrance. Suddenly, Yu Tingfeng stood up straight with his hands in his pockets, and stood tall on the steps, staring down at the people below.

Seeing this, Song Zhaolan almost guessed who he was waiting for.

The next moment, he himself climbed up from the first floor, still in a hurry, without even saying a word, he continued to climb up.

And behind him, Yu Tingfeng punched his back, then twitched the corners of his mouth, his irritable and depressed expression disappeared, whistled, and returned to the classroom gracefully.

The screen pauses.

Song Zhaolan pressed his chest, took a deep breath, and adjusted his disordered breathing.

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Song Zhaolan: Got it.

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