Chapter 7: 4.2

Early next morning, before the wake-up bell had rung, several people in Class A’s 503 were already up.

 

They start meditating, martial arts, and stick-practice

 

As soon as the beggar gang leader made his move, the broom head flew from one end to the other, hitting Xue Canming’s head with accuracy.

 

Xue Canming took off the broom head, as if he was used to it. He stood still with his fists closed and sighed: “If Master knows that I have no internal strength now, and even a broom can hit my head, that old man must be…in so much joy, it’s a pity he couldn’t see it with his own eyes.”

 

Xue Canming is a little disciple of the leader of the Qingtong Clan, but he is arrogant and a little unrestrained. He bragged that he would be the number one under heaven after he had completed his training. The sect leader advised him to be modest, despite his repeated admonition, Xue Canming was the first of the sect to join such an important matter as the great besiegement of the Demonic Sect.

 

He entered the besiegement with great ambition, fantasizing that he could rise to fame in the martial world in one stroke, only to be pressed to the ground and rubbed against by a random nobody with no background.

 

“Leader, is the old leader really not your biological father?” Probably because everyone was in the same situation, Xue Canming felt a little more intimate, so he asked the question that was in his heart.

 

The others also stopped and eavesdropped quietly. After all, they were curious about the origin of Song Zhaolan.

 

“No.” Song Zhaolan shook his head.

 

“At that time, the old alliance leader fought a decisive battle with Yu Tingfeng’s parents. Both sides suffer. Why were you there?” Xue Canming asked.

 

“I found him while collecting firewood.” Song Zhaolan was still meditating with his eyes closed.

 

“Collecting firewood?” Xue Canming once heard that Song Zhaolan had lived in the mountains since he was a child, hunting for a living every day, but he didn’t think it was really true. “Then why did you escort the old leader back?”

 

“He said he’d give me money for food and there’s a lot of food outside.”

 

A few of them roughly understood, after the old leader was injured, he was saved by Song Zhaolan. Seeing that his martial arts skills were extraordinary, he persuaded Song Zhaolan to escort him home, in case there were any demons on the way to kill him.

 

The first thing the old leader did after he came back was to convene a martial art conference to re-elect a new leader to succeed him.

 

But at that time, there was a shortage of manpower, some of the old generation had retired from Jianghu and withdrew from the society. While the younger generation was more willing to live in peace and contentment, they did not want to fight and kill. The rest were like Xue Canming, who had blind confidence that they could carve out a piece of the world with their skill.

 

As for the position of the leader of the alliance, several sects argued endlessly and finally decided to compete. However, the old leader suddenly named the young man who was escorting him home to join the competition.

 

At first, these noble righteous sects did not take Song Zhaolan seriously. Until he took several masters out of the arena one after another. They couldn’t help but admit it, no one could understand his martial arts.

 

In the end, Song Zhaolan won, and the others naturally had no objection. It was better to have this talented newcomer as the alliance leader rather than the other sects leading the alliance, as this option had the least damage.

 

Song Zhaolan himself did not want to accept such an identity, he just wanted to take the prize and leave. But the old leader said, “If you become the alliance leader, you can go to the dining hall of all factions in the future without charge.”

 

Many heroes blushed with shame. Who would be persuaded by this?! Which master would be such a glutton?

 

Who knew Song Zhaolan decided on the spot: “Is this really true?”

 

Heroes: “… … ”

 

“Then, alliance leader, who taught you martial arts? Did you learn it by yourself in the mountains?” Xue Canming asked.

 

There were more men directly gathered around, obviously more concerned about this answer. There are no martial art masters who can resist the temptation of peerless martial arts!

 

Song Zhaolan, who had been obediently answering, shook his head: “I can’t say.”

 

“Why? Could it be that your master is an enemy of Wulin?” asked the owner of Wuji Jianzhuang.

 

Song Zhaolan shook his head, “He doesn’t allow me to say his name.”

 

“Then…” Before Xue Canming finished speaking, the wake-up bell rang, and everyone in the other dormitories started to get up. Especially the one across the hall, there was a strange sound.

 

When they opened the door, they saw that the door of 517 across the street was opened, and Yu Tingfeng came out with his men chatting and laughing.

 

Song Zhaolan heard the voice of Yu Tingfeng, quickly opened his eyes. He quickly flipped out of bed and hurried to the door. He could not help but sigh regretfully when he saw that the other party was no longer there.

 

During the morning self-study, the homeroom teacher came to patrol and saw Song Zhaolan carefully reading the English book. He opened the back door without saying a word, and Song Zhaolan suddenly sat up straight.

 

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“You… … ” Wu Chenggang believed Song Zhaolan had noticed his movement, who knew the other party was actually staring at the clock on the wall.

 

Wu Chenggang coldy said: “You better study hard.”

 

Song Zhaolan: “54321 —”

 

Jingle bell——

 

“It’s time to eat.” Song Zhaolan rushed out without looking back.

 

Wu Chenggang: “…”

 

The morning self-study is five minutes later than the third-year. If you want to grab the egg tart, you have to run fast.

 

A few female classmates walking on the road suddenly felt a strong wind blowing, and upon closer inspection, there was only a back view left

 

Running all the way to the cafeteria, Song Zhaolan stood at the back of the line, staring at the egg tarts that were gradually decreasing. If he counted correctly, he should be able to buy the last one!

 

With nervousness, he moved forward all the way to the front, and finally reached the four-eyed school boy in front of him. He carefully took out the meal card, but heard the four-eyed say, “Two egg tarts.”

 

Song Zhaolan’s pupils slightly trembled and helplessly watched as the person in front took the last two away.

 

He stared at the other’s back, stood still until the four-eyed accidentally bumped into a person. His body shrank and as if he was afraid of trouble, he respectfully presented both egg tarts to the person.

 

Yu Tingfeng took the two tarts and looked back at the man as he left. He puzzledly asked the person next to him, “Who is he?”

 

“The man who was robbed of his meal yesterday.” The Right Guardian whispered in his ear.

 

“Oh.” Yu Tingfeng turned around and almost bumped into Song Zhaolan. The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, and Song Zhaolan looked at him motionless.

 

Yu Tingfeng took a step back vigilantly: “Is something wrong?”

 

Song Zhaolan looked down at the egg tart in his hand: “A competition?”

 

“Now?”

 

“En.”

 

“Not available.” Yu Tingfeng turned around and left, but found that the other party was following, he quietly accelerated his pace, and soon the two of them were still secretly competing.

 

Yu Tingfeng couldn’t bear it anymore, stood under a tree, turned around and asked him, “What do you want?!”

 

“To have a competition, I know how to defeat you. If you lose, you have to give this to me.” Song Zhaolan pointed to the egg tart.

 

“What if you lose?”

 

“I’ll give you the egg tart I grabbed tomorrow.” Yu Tingfeng glanced at the egg tart, and it was abnormally yellow. He thought of the book Song Zhaolan had read recently, so he simply put it into his hand: “Take it, take it, you don’t need to grab it anywhere else.”

 

Song Zhaolan looked at the egg tarts that had come without any effort: “what about the competition?”

 

“No, I’m going to eat now.” Yu Tingfeng mistakenly left. After a few steps, Song Zhaolan said, “Yu Tingfeng, you are a good person.”

 

Yu Tingfeng stumbled. The person who was called “little devil” from childhood heard that he was a good man for the first time. For a moment, he did not know whether the other party was laughing at him.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head: “So what?”

 

Song Zhaolan took a bite of the egg tart: “It’s nothing, let’s compete again next time.”

 

Yu Tingfeng: “…” So I’m a good guy, and I still have to fight, right? What is the use of your good guy card? !

 

Song Zhaolan: Where? Let’s fight? Let’s fight? Let’s fight? [Cat Probes]

 

Yu Tingfeng: I have food.

 

Song Zhaolan: (。˙▽˙。)

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