Wulin No.1 Middle School

Recently, Yu Tingfeng has been addicted to playing video games.

It’s easy to tickle his satisfaction by going on a killing spree in MMORPG, but he scoffed at certain special skills seem to be very gaudy.

“You still don’t get it. The more cool the special effects are, the more the girls love them.” Huang Mao enthusiastically said from the side.

Yu Tingfeng drove him back to his room, then turned off the lights and went to bed, continuing to play with his phone.

“Boss, the student council is on duty outside and can see the light.” Sun Yicheng reminded in a small voice.

“How annoying.” Yu Tingfeng hid under the blanket and continued playing the game.

Since he was tired from playing, he should catch up on his sleep in class.

Most of the teachers turned a blind eye to the students of Class F. Compared to Yu Tingfeng who was sleeping, the group of students playing cards in the back whose voices gradually became louder and louder was more annoying.

The teacher who taught the class was a young woman who had recently graduated. She warned them several times. In the end, these ignorant boys didn’t listen at all. Instead, they became more and more complacent, as if they knew she couldn’t do anything to them.

The female teacher put the textbook on the desk and was almost on the verge of tears.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the podium: “Who is causing a ruckus?”

Everyone was startled, and all simultaneously looked at the person who just woken up, they saw Yu Tingfeng sitting up with a vicious look and his eyes were cold and piercing.

Everyone knew that he was the leader of the small clique in the class, but at this moment, they really realized how scary he was. He didn’t do anything, but his eyes were frightening enough.

“Sun Yicheng, take note of all those who were talking for me, I’ll settle the score one by one after class.” After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he fell asleep on the desk again.

Sun Yicheng happily picked up the notebook and was ready to note it down, but no one dared to speak anymore, and the classroom became extremely quiet.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng felt that something was missing again as it was not easy to fall asleep. He raised his head and said lazily: “Teacher, continue to teach.”

The teacher was also taken aback by him. Seeing that he didn’t target her, but also helping her to maintain discipline. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the textbook again to start the lesson.

After school on Saturday, the homeroom teacher informed the students that the monthly exam was next week, and summarized this week’s discipline: “On the whole, our class performed very poorly this week. There were several students in the class who did not break the rules. So let’s applaud and encourage them.”

Saying that, Ma Jingyang casually threw a chalk tip, hitting Sun Yicheng’s head in the back row: “If you want to talk, go out and talk.”

Sun Yicheng covered his forehead and said in surprise: “Teacher, where did you learn the martial arts of One Hundred Shots, One Hundred Hits?”

Ma Jingyang: “Self-taught, do you want to learn?”

Sun Yicheng: “Yes.”

Ma Jingyang: “Come and be a teacher, you will learn it automatically.”

Sun Yicheng: “I don’t study much, don’t lie to me.”

After school, Sun Yicheng was still pondering over the topic: “Boss, boss, do you really think that once you become a teacher, will you be able to master the ‘One Hundred Shots, One Hundred Hits’? I think our homeroom teacher is also a martial arts genius, why don’t you take him under our wing!”

The Right Guardian said: “Boss will not let Teacher Ma join.”

Sun Yicheng: “Why? !”

The Right Guardian looked at Yu Tingfeng’s expression, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he told the subordinates, “Because Teacher Ma might become the boss’ stepfather.”

Demonic sect disciples: “?!!”

What kind of demonic combination is this?!

Sun Yicheng and the others suddenly thought of Yu Tingfeng’s father in his previous life, and fell into an inexplicable fear, and automatically substituted him for Ma Jingyang. Coupled with his title as the homeroom teacher, it’s simply too frightening to mention.

“Hello, Teacher Ma.” The students around shouted.

“Hello.” Ma Jiyang, who was passing by, smiled amicably and turned his head to see a group of his students in cold sweats, “What are you guys doing sneaking around like this?”

Sun Yicheng and others repeatedly went back dozens of steps, did not dare look directly into his eyes and stiffly lowered their heads.

“Don’t forget to do your homework on the weekend. Did you know about the self-study inspection on Sunday night?” Ma Jingyang asked.

Everyone stood in a row, their heads almost met the ground.

“Why are you so obedient?” Ma Jingyang muttered, then took out the phone and handed it back to Yu Tingfeng.

After the homeroom teacher left, Sun Yicheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief, regained their composure, and said in horror, “What are you doing in a daze, why don’t you go back and do your homework!”

“Yes! I’ll go back first!”

“Then I’ll go first too. See you tomorrow!”

“I don’t know how to write. What should I do?”

A crowd rushed to the school gate in a panic, leaving the Left Guardian and Right Guardian to accompany Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng, with his head down, opened the game.

Liu Zhuizui said: “I’d like to go shopping. Lord, go with me.”

Yu Tingfeng: “No time, not going.”

Liu Zhuizui: “But all the other women were accompanied by guys! Otherwise it would be dangerous for a beauty to be out alone!”

“It’s indeed really dangerous for the person who meet you.” Yu Tingfeng said sincerely.

“Hmph, smelly man.” Liu Zhuizui rolled her eyes “Be careful that you’re going to die alone!”

“I thank you for your blessing.”

“…” Liu Zhuizhui couldn’t do anything to him. She turned around angrily and saw a handsome young man passing by not far away. She swayed her hips and walked over, slid off her school uniform jacket flirtatiously, and showed her delicate shoulders again, “Handsome, do you want to go shopping together?”

The handsome man, pushing back his glasses, said, “Hello, student, I’m an assistant teacher. You have found the wrong person.”

Liu Zhuizhui silently put back her clothes, and silently swaying her hips back: “I’m dead!”

The beauty who had always stood amongst the crowd of men, who always successful in every endeavor, has lost faith in life after hitting a wall: “I wonder why I’m still alive . … ”

“Liu Zhuizhui! Do you want to buy milk tea?” A few girls came from the back, all from Class F, shouted at her in passing.

“I’ll go, I’ll go!” Liu Zhuizhui asked Yu Tingfeng again, “Are you going?”

“Come, log in.” Yu Tingfeng said.

“… … Hmph, go play by yourself!” Liu Zhuizhui strode towards the girls, “Babes, I’m coming!”

The Right Guardian looked at the group of girls and whispered, “Boss, you are not very gentle toward women.”

Not to mention not replying, Yu Tingfeng didn’t even glance at him.

Right Guardian: “… … ” Alright, he’s even less kind to men.

“Then I’ll go back and do my homework and also study the next week’s fortune.” The Right Guardian was a fortune-teller and liked to study astrology and fortune-telling when he had nothing to do.

Yu Tingfeng nodded.

The Right Guardian was about to leave when he saw Song Zhaolan standing at the school gate with his backpack. He muttered: “Who is Song Zhaolan waiting for?”

“For me.” Yu Tingfeng looked up and glanced at him. He had made an appointment to fight tonight.

“Why did he wait for you?” The Right Guardian was very confused.

While talking, the two had arrived beside Song Zhaolan, and Yu Tingfeng kindly asked, “Are you waiting for me?”

Song Zhaolan: “No.”

Yu Tingfeng: …

The Right Guardian pursed his lips, wanting to laugh.

“Leader, leader , I’m here.” Wu Xiaoyu came over with two hand-grabbed pancakes and handed them to him, before noticing Yu Tingfeng standing next to him.

“What do you want?” he immediately stopped before Yu Tingfeng and said vigilantly.

Yu Tingfeng lowered his eyes and looked at him, then at Song Zhaolan, and indifferently walked away.

Wu Xiaoyu turned around in confusion and asked, “Leader, they didn’t bully you just now, did they?”

“No.” Song Zhaolan returned a pancake to him, “You eat one too.”

“Okay.” Wu Xiaoyu took it with a smile, and just after taking a bite, the family driver came to pick him up, “Leader, where do you live, do you want me to give you a ride?”

“No need, my house is close by.”

After Wu Xiaoyu left in a luxury car, Song Zhaolan walked towards home. When he was about to get to the bus stop, he saw Yu Tingfeng about to get on the bus, and suddenly remembered something, and hurried over: “Yu Tingfeng, when will I see you tonight?”

The vehicle was very noisy, Yu Tingfeng didn’t hear it, so he left it to the Right Guardian to tell him, and the door closed.

When Song Zhaolan ran over, the bus had gone far away. He carried his bag and chased for a while, but found that he couldn’t catch up as it soon disappeared.

So he ran back again and caught the Right Guardian and asked, “What did Yu Tingfeng tell you?”

“He said…” The Right Guardian suddenly closed his eyes, counted his fingers, and learned that Yu Tingfeng would not have an accident tonight, but Song Zhaolan would, so he recounted the words with confidence, “Tonight meet at the canyon.”

Song Zhaolan rushed home to eat.

The Right Guardian calculated again: “Hohhh, how come the Master seems to suffer heavy casualties as well?”

The Song’s house was close to the police station, but a bit far from the school. It took 20 minutes by bus.

But Song Zhaolan ran all the way back. He was not used to riding a vehicle yet, so he still preferred his legs.

If it was not for the loss of his internal strength, as long as he used his qinggong, Ping Sha Ta Yan, going home was not an effort at all.

But this did not affect the pace of his practice. He no longer had his internal strength, his fitness had to keep up, running home could considered training.

Zhao Qinghong had already made dinner, and after asking a few questions about what happened at school, Song Zhaolan hurriedly finished up his meal and went back to his room.

He left a letter on his desk to explained what happened afterwards:

Hello, Mom and Dad, if I’m not back by the time you read this letter, it means I’m no longer here.

You don’t have to be surprised and you should not go to him to seek revenge, there’s never an end to taking revenge.

And I won’t tell you that he’s Yu Tingfeng, because he’s a worthy opponent, this is an agreement between us men, exchanging blows with him, there are bound to be casualties.

And finally, I wish you a happy life.

Song Nian was on a night shift today, and Zhao Qinghong already went to bed. So by the time they found this letter, it should be when they called him for breakfast. If he came back early, he’d tear it up and nothing would happen.

He quietly left the house and ran towards the largest canyon in Wulin City.

He was not at all surprised why Yu Tingfeng chose the canyon, because the demonic sect’s lair was in a winding and rugged canyon, known as the Demon’s Valley.

But the canyon here was a scenic spot, he didn’t bring any money or phone, so he stood waiting under the streetlight at the toll booth.

He waited and waited, waiting all night.

“Hey, wake up.”

Song Zhaolan slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold chair, with a few newspapers covering him.

He sat up in confusion: “Who are you? Where is Yu Tingfeng?”

“I’m a security guard. You’ve been here all night. Did you run away from home?”

“Where’s Yu Tingfeng?”

“I don’t know who Feng is. I think you are going crazy. You won’t go home in the middle of the night. What are you doing out here?”

Song Zhaolan realized he might have been stood up and got bitten many times by mosquitoes.

Running all the way home, he happened to see Zhao Qinghong pushing open the door of his room, picked up the letter, and hurriedly shouted: “Don’t move!”

“Oh! You scared me, why did you come back from outside?” Zhao Qinghong said, “What is this letter?”

Song Zhaolan rushed in, grabbed the paper and put it in his mouth.

“Oh, you naughty boy, not everything can be eaten. Spit it out!”

That afternoon, Song Zhaolan went to the school, put his luggage in the dorm room, turned around and went to the room across, 517: “Yu Tingfeng!”

There were only Yu Tingfeng and Huang Mao in the dormitory, others hadn’t come yet.

“What are you doing?” Yu Tingfeng looked up at him.

“Where were you last night? I waited all night for you.”

Song Zhaolan was rarely sullen, which made Yu Tingfeng felt it was something novel. He walked to the door curiously, looked at him for a moment, and said with a smile, “I was playing games at home. I lost the whole night and suffered heavy losses. What’s wrong?”

“Did you know I waited all night for you?”

Huang Mao watching the drama: Oh, crap. It’s a soap opera!

“Why are you waiting for me? I didn’t ask you to wait for me, did I?” Yu Tingfeng was puzzled.

Hearing this, the corners of Song Zhaolan’s mouth twitched, feeling a little bit aggrieved: “Have you forgotten our agreement again?”

Huang Mao: Again? Yu Tingfeng, you really are a slag!

Yu Tingfeng scratched his hair: “Didn’t I ask you yesterday? You said you weren’t waiting for me,  I thought you didn’t want to go.”

“I wasn’t waiting for you then, but I was waiting for you later.” Song Zhaolan said.

They both went silent at the same time.

“All right, I get it.” Huang Mao stood up and walked among them, “It’s all a misunderstanding. Don’t be upset.”

Yu Tingfeng asked: “Where did you wait for me last night?”

“The canyon.”

“… … Are you stupid?”

“Tch, what are you talking about?” Huang Mao quickly winked at him, “How can you call him stupid when he waited for you all night, he loves you deeply. Song Zhaolan, don’t be angry, the boss is to blame.”

Yu Tingfeng: “?”

There seemed to be something wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at Huang Mao: “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Come, quickly make up after you quarrel, don’t worry about the little things. Let’s shake hands and forget about it.” Huang Mao took their hands and put them together, “Well, now you can talk quietly, I’ll go first.”

Yu Tingfeng looked down at the clasped hands: “Why are we talking quietly?”

Song Zhaolan shook his head: “I don’t know.”

Yu Tingfeng turned his head and asked: “Huang Mao, why should we… Hey, why do you have black hair?”

Huang Mao: “Because the director caught me, else he would have my head shaved! Wait. Did you just now noticed that I have black hair? I’ve been watching you play for half an hour!”

“Oh.” Yu Tingfeng frowned suddenly, “You have black hair now, how could I still call you Huang Mao?”

“I have a name! My name is Zhang Wei! There are eight Zhang Wei in the school. Remember!”

Yu Tingfeng nodded: “Okay, Huang Wei.”

Zhang Wei: “… … ”

Song Zhaolan stared at Yu Tingfeng’s hand for a while, then raised his hand, and pressed it tightly against his palm.

Zhang Wei: OMG! You guys are so sappy!

Single dogs shouldn’t see this, Zhang Wei decided to retreat, after walking a few steps, he heard Song Zhaolan sajd to Yu Tingfeng: “Hei Mao’s method is good.”

Hei Mao: “….”

Lao Zi already said that my name is Zhang Wei!! I’m so angry!!

“What method?” Yu Tingfeng looked at the two hands sticking together, worried that the other party would make a sudden attack, so he kept on guard, so his palms began to sweat.

Song Zhaolan separated his hand, the center of Yu Tingfeng’s cold palm felt a little empty.

“Comparing the sizes, your palm is slightly larger than mine, that’s why you are able to catch my Yufeng Palm.” Song Zhaolan found the place of doubt.

Yu Tingfeng: “…?”

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Couldn’t  it be because I am powerful?

Song Zhaolan: You have big hands, long body and fast legs, but you couldn’t be more powerful than me.

Yu Tingfeng: Okay_(:з」∠)_

P.S: The world where only Huang Mao was injured is now achieved***.

*** Based on the famous line, “See? It’s simple. A world where no one gets hurt is now complete” from the anime “My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected”.