Wulin No.1 Middle School

Yu Xiaohui treated Song Zhaolan's wound briefly, and then he followed Yu Tingfeng to receive the award.

The two stood together on the No.1 platform, holding a trophy together for a photo.

After the filming, Song Zhaolan gave him the trophy: "You take this."

"You do not want?"

"It's enough for me to have a free coupon." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, he seemed to forget the pain in his body, and went to the monitor to redeem the coupon without stopping.

Yu Tingfeng shrugged and took the trophy back to the class. The class leader happily put together the trophies won in the past two days and took a group photo: "Great, Class F is the class with the highest total score! Teacher Ma promised us today Watch a movie tonight!"

The other contestants also returned to the class one after another. The first thing Sun Yicheng did was to ask: "Boss, what happened to you and Song Zhaolan just now, why did you take the first place together?"

Protector Right: "And still run over with him?"

A female classmate: "The picture is really eye-catching."

Yu Tingfeng pretended not to hear.

Sun Yicheng slipped to his side and asked quietly: "Boss, tell the truth, do you have something to hide from us?"

Yu Tingfeng signaled him to continue talking.

"It's still about Song Zhaolan, right?" Sun Yicheng boldly guessed, "You helped him run together just now, was it because..."

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Actually, it's because you pushed him down secretly, right?" Sun Yicheng looked at him expectantly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Yu Tingfeng raised his legs and asked forcefully, "Am I such a sinister and cunning scum in your heart?"

"Yes, otherwise, how could you be our leader? This is in line with your personality." Sun Yicheng said firmly.

Yu Tingfeng: "Forget it, go away, don't disturb me."

Sun Yicheng thought he was acquiescing to the answer, and happily went to report this matter to Guardian Right and the others.

The right protector was a little puzzled: "If our leader is cheating, why do you have to support him? Isn't it better to run to the finish line by yourself?"

"Right? Why?" Sun Yicheng turned his head to look at Liu Zhuizhui, "Guardian Zuo, what do you think?"

"What's the point of guessing? You actually want to guess what the leader is thinking?" Liu Zhuizhui touched up his lipstick with a mirror. I don't find it strange that I want to kill Song Zhaolan one moment and marry him the next."

"I'll go." Sun Yicheng was taken aback, and then praised, "The left protector is more open-minded, and the structure is much bigger than ours."

"It's reasonable, it's true, it's hard to guess what the leader is thinking." Protector You echoed.

"Excuse me, is Liu Zhuichui in the classroom?" a girl at the door whispered.

"Guardian Zuo, who is looking for you, do you know him?" Sun Yicheng asked.

Liu Zhuizhui raised her eyes, put down her lipstick and mirror, and walked to the door twisting her waist: "What's the matter?"

There were a lot of scrutinizing eyes around her, and Ji Xiuyuan's face almost fell to the ground, and she stretched out her hand shyly and nervously: "I'm here to return your skirt, thank you."

Liu Zhui chased her over and took a few glances at her: "Who are you talking to, raise your head and talk carefully."

Ji Xiuyuan blushed, and slowly raised her head, seeing the beautiful Liu Zhuizhui, she lowered her head again in embarrassment.

"What? Am I scary?" Liu Zhui asked.

Ji Xiuyuan shook her head.

"Then look at me and say." Liu Zhuizhui directly pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head, "Is there anything else?"

A few girls around were laughing and pointing at them, and the students all looked over one after another.Having never received any attention from anyone, Ji Xiuyuan's face turned red, and she quickly said, "It's gone, it's time for me to go back and do my homework."

"Go." Liu Zhuizhui let go of her hand in a dispirited manner. This is probably another woman who is afraid of her and stays away from her. It's so boring.

"Then... goodbye." Ji Xiuyuan just turned around, she seemed to feel a little pity, she couldn't help but look back cheekily, "If Liu has any difficulties in learning, you can come to me."

Liu Zhuizhui said unexpectedly: "Study? You want to tutor me?"

"Well, if you don't mind."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because you are a good person."

"..."

Liu Zhuizhui passed the podium in a trance, and suddenly slapped Yu Tingfeng's table with his palm: "Did you hear what she said just now?"

Yu Tingfeng: "I heard it."

Sun Yicheng: "Say you are a good person."

"I've never heard anyone say that I'm a good person in my life, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Guardian Right: "Although I don't know where that woman came to her conclusion, I'm so envious, and I also want someone to lamely say that I'm a good person."

"What do you mean?" Liu Zhuizhui punched him, "I can't be a good person?"

Guardian Right: "No, no, what I mean is that it's outrageous for people like us to be praised as good people, but it's also very happy."

"Yes, but...but why does the leader smile more happily than me?" Liu Zhuizhui asked in confusion.

Yu Tingfeng smiled unfathomably: "I have also been praised as a good person."

A few people: "I wipe!"

Yu Tingfeng shook his head triumphantly: "Also said I'm cute."

A few people: "I'll wipe it!"

Liu Zhuizhui: "Who is so lame?"

Sun Yicheng: "There is actually someone who licks the leader more than me?!"

The right protector: "The old man counted, the person who said this is either ignorant of conscience, or has no conscience."

Yu Tingfeng: "You, you, all, here, me, get out."

......

After Ji Xiuyuan returned to the classroom, she told Song Zhaolan that the clothes were returned.

"Thank you." Song Zhaolan said.

Sitting in the empty seat next to Song Zhaolan, Chen Yuting said with a smile, "Thanks to you, I was able to understand that dress. I'll see if I can make two sets myself, and I'll give Ji Xiuyuan one as a gift."

"Really? You can also make clothes?" Ji Xiuyuan exclaimed, and then she was a little shy again, "Do you want to give it to me?"

"Yes, if you don't like it, then say something else." Chen Yuting said generously.

"I like it, I like it very much." Ji Xiuyuan laughed happily. When get out of class was over, she was still smiling when she went to the bathroom.

There were a lot of people in the bathroom, so naturally there was a lot of gossip, a few voices were discussing Liu Zhuizhui, saying that she hangs out with Yu Tingfeng and the others all day long, is green tea and flirtatious.

Immediately, someone said that Yu Xiaohui was also in Song Zhaolan's group, and the whole white lotus was pretending to be cold and pure.

Ji Xiuyuan was a little angry, but she was always restrained and didn't want to argue with others, but she didn't want someone to mention her who was like a transparent person.

"Who is that girl who is always clinging to Liu Zhuichui and Yu Xiaohui these two days? She is so ugly, why is she trying to set off others, doesn't she have any self-knowledge?"

"You don't understand, it's just to find the sense of existence."

"Doesn't she know that beautiful women are only friends with beautiful women? Most of the people who can talk to her are just letting her be a green leaf."

"I think so too hahaha..."

Ji Xiuyuan pursed her lips and hugged her head.

At this time, two voices rang out at the same time outside the door.

"Get out of the way." This is a lonely and arrogant tone that rejects others for thousands of miles.

"I said, why is it so smelly here? It turns out that someone is farting with their mouth." This was the voice of Liu Zhuizhui.

Liu Zhuizhui and Yu Xiaohui glanced at each other, then looked at the group of bad-mouthers, stretched out a hand to the face of the most beautiful person, slid his long nails a few times, and slowly pinched into her cheek.

"What do you want to do!?" The girl looked at her in horror.

"What do you think? If you add some scars to this not-so-good skin, will your life be ruined?" Liu Zhuizhui said.

"Let go of me! Don't think I dare not fight back!" the girl said tremblingly.

Liu Zhuizhui pinched her chin fiercely, and when she raised her hand to make a move, Yu Xiaohui grabbed her hand.

"What? Yu Dashan still wants to pity these people with foul mouths?" Liu Zhuizhui looked sideways at her.

Yu Xiaohui said: "The taste here is not very good, don't waste time here, go back to class quickly."

After a while, Liu Zhuizhui shook off his hand and left alone.

Yu Xiaohui turned around and looked at those people, pointed to one of them and said, "I remember you, you once said here that the girl next to you eats loudly, like a pig eating. The one in front, you also said the one in the back My friend has a lot of freckles on her face, which looks funny. Excuse me, are you really friends?"

Several people's faces turned blue and white.

It wasn't until class that Ji Xiuyuan ran back to the classroom with red eyes.

After a while, Zhao Mingdeng asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

The back was also poked, and Song Zhaolan came over with a tissue.

Chen Yuting sent a note from across the air: What happened to the heroine of the female middle school?

Ji Xiuyuan's heart warmed, with tears in her eyes, she raised her head, smiled and shook her head at them: "It's okay, I'm just... very happy, thank you."

The head teacher walked into the classroom and announced the results of the sports meeting. The overall score was second, and there were several championships, which were unprecedented good results.

Wu Chenggang, who has always attached great importance to learning, actually let go this time, and showed everyone a movie for the evening self-study, and invited everyone to drink milk tea by the way.

Everyone was very happy, only Song Zhaolan was still worried about when to redeem the lottery tickets?

Wu Chenggang also announced another news, there will be an audition for a singer contest this Friday, and every class has to participate.

Song Zhaolan suggested: "Ji Xiuyuan, you go."

"Ah? Me?" Ji Xiuyuan was terrified.

"I've heard you sing before, it's nice." Song Zhaolan said.

Ji Xiuyuan glanced at him in surprise, she just hummed a few words occasionally, she didn't dare to sing out loud, let alone sing in front of so many people, she was a little stage fright: "I dare not."

"It's okay, you sing very well." Zhao Mingdeng comforted.

Ji Xiuyuan was inexplicably inspired, and today's series of events gave her a little more courage, she gritted her teeth, and really signed up.

One day later, Song Zhaolan finally got the coupon he had been thinking of from the class monitor, went to eat happily, and was generous, adding a piece of grilled sausage to each partner.

Several people were talking and laughing while eating. Suddenly, there was a noise in the corner, and someone knocked over the seaweed soup bucket.

Song Zhaolan glanced over there, then paused suddenly: "It seems to be Ji Xiuyuan."

Others put down their bowls and chopsticks one after another, and walked to the corner to push aside the crowd, and it happened that Yu Tingfeng and Liu Zhuizhui also came from the other side.

"What's going on?" Liu Zhuizhui was the closest, reaching out to help Ji Xiuyuan who fell to the ground.

Ji Xiuyuan's body was wet, and there was a smell of seaweed soup, and the people around subconsciously frowned.

"The ground is too slippery, I didn't pay attention..." Ji Xiuyuan was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack to get in, her body was wet and sticky with oily soup, making her very uncomfortable.

"Go back to the dormitory first and change your clothes." Yu Xiaohui helped her back to the girls' dormitory, but there was only one extra set of clothes left, which was the JK uniform for the opening ceremony.

"I don't want to wear this." Ji Xiuyuan said with a sad face.

"But your trousers are all soaked and you can't wear them anymore." Yu Xiaohui said, "And you're going to participate in the audition this afternoon, aren't you?"

Ji Xiuyuan bit her lower lip.

After she finished changing her clothes, Yu Xiaohui pulled her and wanted to go out, but she didn't pull her. She turned her head and saw Ji Xiuyuan's feet rubbing against the ground for a long time.

She subconsciously glanced at her legs, and immediately understood why Ji Xiuyuan didn't want to wear a skirt.

An ugly scar ran along the thigh, passed the knee, and spread to the calf.

The two were silent for a moment, and Ji Xiuyuan was about to cry: "I, I don't want to go to the classroom, and I don't want to compete, so I'll just stay here, okay?"

Yu Xiaohui patted her head: "It's okay, you will be able to face it up sooner or later, we can move this day forward."

"I can't do it." Ji Xiuyuan cried. "My former classmates called me ugly. Those people were afraid when they saw my legs and stayed away from me. Why did I have to go through this? I also want healthy legs."

"Your legs are very healthy, but there are a little more marks than others, but it does not affect your walking and running. You looked very good running on the field the day before yesterday." Yu Xiaohui said.

Ji Xiuyuan covered her face and sobbed.

"And listen to me, I've seen many, many women who don't even have healthy legs and are abandoned by their relatives and lovers, but they are working hard every day to survive. You are already much better than them." Yu Xiaohui said deeply. Taking a breath, the eye sockets are inexplicably hot, and I think of the seniors and sisters of the Yushan School.

Ji Xiuyuan sobbed, "I understand the truth, but...it's still hard for me not to care about other people's opinions."

"I'll figure out a way. You must participate in this singer competition." After Yu Xiaohui said firmly, she called Song Zhaolan.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place." Yu Xiaohui dragged her to the grove from a place with few people.

"What are you doing here?" After Ji Xiuyuan finished speaking, she saw the boys waiting in front of them, and subconsciously hid behind her.

"Chen Yuting, have you brought everything?" Yu Xiaohui asked.

"Bring it, what do you want these for?" Chen Yuting opened the backpack, and took out a bunch of cosmetics and some weird things from it.

"I drew a picture for Ji Xiuyuan." Yu Xiaohui pulled her out from behind.

Song Zhaolan and the others noticed her legs almost immediately.

Ji Xiuyuan took two steps back, and was about to run away, when Chen Yuting said in an appreciative tone: "You are worthy of being a hero among women, and this is enough to be our friend!"

Ji Xiuyuan:?

"Hey, this scar looks a bit like mine before? But it's much smaller than mine, and it's still not as wild as mine." Xue Canming said confidently.

Ji Xiuyuan:? ?

Mao Hongxi sighed and said, "I had scars on my arms when I was a child, which is the proof of my hard work and hard work. Speaking of which, Song Zhaolan, have you ever had scars?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan recalled, "I often got stabbed and scratched when chopping firewood."

Zhao Mingdeng said sadly, "I didn't."

Several boys gave him a disgusted look, as if to say, "You are really embarrassing us".

Ji Xiuyuan didn't understand why having scars was something to be proud of for them?

"Come on, let me see, what is better to draw?" Chen Yuting moved closer, looked at her legs and thought, "How about mountains and rivers?"

Ji Xiuyuan wanted to back away again, but Yu Xiaohui pressed her waist and said, "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you."

Ji Xiuyuan glanced at the others again, and saw that there was no sympathy, pity, or mockery in their eyes, and they were serious and focused as if they were really discussing how to turn the drawing paper into a work of art.

Xue Canming said: "Mountains and rivers are fine, how about painting the most beautiful Bronze Mountain!"

Mao Hongxi objected: "She has such slender legs, how can she draw down the mountain, why not draw the best sword in the world!"

Ji Xiuyuan: "..." Are your legs thin?

Wu Xiaoyu shook his head: "Then, wouldn't it be more appropriate to draw a bowl for such thin legs?"

Ji Xiuyuan: "..." Are your legs thin?

Zhao Mingdeng: "Let's leave it to Brother Song to decide."

Song Zhaolan thought for a while, and was about to speak, when several people said in unison: "Seed cakes are not good."

"Hey." Song Zhaolan had to think again, and said, "Rose, girls are all roses."

There were no objections from the few people, Chen Yuting immediately began to prepare the ointment. This is the material he prepared with the funds sponsored by Wu Xiaoyu a while ago. Some things cannot be bought, so the technique of changing the face like before can no longer be done, but to cover some scars Still no problem.

It was Yu Xiaohui who applied the ointment. Several boys walked to the other side, squatted on the ground and formed a circle, showing off the origin of the scars before.

Listening to the high and low voice over there, Ji Xiuyuan couldn't help crying again, this time she burst into tears: "Why are you so nice? Can I be good friends with you?"

Yu Xiaohui was puzzled: "Haven't we been friends a long time ago?"

"Really? Woohoo, thank you." Ji Xiuyuan looked down at the ointment on her leg, and said in tears, "I will never doubt that you have a second-grade illness in the future. You guys are doing well. Also. ...Even if this thing is useless, I am not as afraid as before."

After the ointment slowly solidifies, it is very similar to the skin color of the body, but it is difficult to completely restore the old wounds in some small places. At this time, Chen Yuting will paint on it, covering it and giving new vitality at the same time.

When Chen Yuting painted a rose of thorns on her scar, Ji Xiuyuan looked at her leg in amazement: "It looks like a tattoo, so beautiful."

"Go back tonight and use this to wash it off." Chen Yuting gave her a bottle of potion.

"Thank you." Ji Xiuyuan stood up, turned around twice, surprised and delighted, with a new look on her face, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you go to this competition?"

"Of course." Several people said in unison.

A group of people chatted and laughed and left the grove. After a while, several people came out from behind.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooovy

Liu Zhuizhui looked at the disappearing figure in front of his eyes, and asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Boss, if, I mean, if there were no such grievances in the past, would we become friends with them?"

Yu Tingfeng blurted out: "Yes."

Liu Zhuizhui sighed.

Sun Yicheng held a garbage bag and shouted, "Come and pick up the garbage, I told you to watch a movie yesterday and make a scene, and you were caught by the student union and punished for picking up the garbage."

......

In the auditorium, the contestants were queuing up to get their numbers. When it was Ji Xiuyuan's turn, a member of the student union took a look at her attire and said, "Why do you still have tattoos? Which class are you in? Points will be deducted."

Ji Xiuyuan explained: "This is not a tattoo, but a painting."

"It's not good to draw it. This is a campus singer competition. Why are you doing such a show? The competition is about strength, not maverick dress."

"Can't you dress up better if you sing?" Yu Xiaohui squeezed in suddenly, staring at the boy and said.

The boy replied: "Then she does it alone, it's not fair to other contestants."

"She's not alone."

Yu Xiaohui rolled up his sleeves, with a handful of soft thorns painted on them.

Another hand stretched out from the side, it was Xue Canming's hand, with a mountain painted on the back of it.

Mao Hongxi showed the sword in his hand, Wu Xiaoyu's was the rice bowl, and Zhao Mingdeng's was the Buddhist scriptures.

Finally, a slender and beautiful hand was revealed, with a piece of biscuit painted on the back of the hand. Song Zhaolan looked at the painting on his hand triumphantly, very satisfied.

Student Union: "..."

The student union said: "You are all a group of friends and relatives, not a contestant. How about it, if someone among the contestants draws these messy things like you, I will allow you to participate."

Xue Canming was about to get angry, when suddenly he put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him aside, Liu Zhuizhui came in from behind him, put his foot on the table, and lifted up his trouser leg aggressively: "I'm a contestant, do you think I look good?"

A cliff is painted on the slender white calf, and there are many flowers on the edge of the cliff.

"It looks good!" The boy blurted out, and then coughed twice.

"Then can she compete?" Liu Zhuizhui pointed to Ji Xiuyuan and asked.

The people around gathered around, it was very novel to see so many strange things, especially the handsome men and beautiful women were all painted on their bodies, and they all wanted to follow suit, scrambling to say: "Where did you get it? Did you stick it or draw it?" of? I want to do it too!"

"I also want!"

"Is it too late to paint now?"

Student Union: "..."

Chen Yuting immediately raised his hand: "Come on, I'll draw for everyone, just tell me what you want."

Xue Canming organized: "Everyone line up and come one by one, our master is very fast!"

Song Zhaolan stood aside and couldn't help interjecting: "Five yuan a painting."

Several people gave him a thumbs up one after another. He is worthy of being the leader of the alliance, and he is clever!

There were more and more people queuing up, Song Zhaolan was pushed aside, and found Yu Tingfeng standing next to him, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of painting did Liu Zhuizui use?"

"cosmetic."

"Oh..." Song Zhaolan wanted to solicit some business, "Do you want to paint? Ask us, Master Chen, and I'll give you a cheaper price."

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows: "No, I have it."

Song Zhaolan suddenly grabbed his wrist, Yu Tingfeng frowned, and turned to look at him in disbelief.

"How many months?" Song Zhaolan tilted his head and looked at him, with a sly look in his eyes.

Yu Tingfeng smiled lightly, and patted his stomach in retaliation: "The child is here."

Song Zhaolan lowered his head, laughed out loud, let go of his hand, and asked, "Show me what you drew?"

"What catches your eyes?"

"Everyone draws very important things, I'm curious what you will draw?" Song Zhaolan looked at him with burning eyes.

Yu Tingfeng pulled off his sleeves impatiently, revealing the patterns on them.

Song Zhaolan looked at it for a few seconds, then raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes brightened: "Red bean cake, is it actually red bean cake?"

Yu Tingfeng was about to retract his sleeves, but the other party's fingers rubbed against his wrist for a moment.

Yu Tingfeng's body froze slightly, and he looked at him motionlessly.

Song Zhaolan drew a circle along the outline of the red bean cake, lowered his head and sighed nonchalantly, the hot and humid air hit the back of his hand, making it itchy.

"I knew I would also draw red bean cakes."

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Yu Tingfeng: A wandering mind

Song Zhaolan: I really want to eat it