Wulin No.1 Middle School

Half an hour later, Ms. Yu Huan still came to the police station. She was wearing simple and clean long-sleeved jeans. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. Her face was fair and clean, and her eyes were somewhat spirited, she looked very capable.

“This is the first time this old lady has come to the police station, and it’s actually because of you stinky brat!” As soon as Ms. Yu Huan walked into the door, she reached out and grabbed Yu Tingfeng’s ear. “You’re really good, ha, if our ancestors knew, they would jump out of their graves and give you applause.”

Yu Tingfeng said irritably: “Let go, you are so bold! Do you know whose ear you are pulling?!”

Song Zhaolan replied: “Descendant of the Dragon.”

“What? This old lady still can’t touch you?” Yu Huan spanked him angrily.

Yu Tingfeng immediately covered his bottom, looked at her in horror, and threatened, “How dare you spank me? The butt of the devil is also for you to hit?”

“Devil? Right, I could sense your demonic aura from top to bottom! Get over here!”

The place became a mess. After a while, Song Nian and his colleague managed to calm Yu Huan, who was like a machine-gun. After explaining the situation, they asked her to quickly sign and take the child away.

“You’re amazing, to think you actually went to steal another’s hand-grabbed pancake. We’ll see how I deal with you when I get back.” Yu Huan said as she signed her name. “Next month’s allowance will be halved.”

“Still deducting?” Yu Tingfeng indignantly said, “You’re a heartless woman.”

“You’re a disgrace.”

The mother and son quarreled and left the police station swearing.

“Let’s go too.” Song Nian changed his clothes, patted Song Zhaolan’s shoulder, and his tone was obviously a bit scary, “Let’s go back and have a good chat about where all your money has gone.”

The Song family is not far from the police station and can be reached within a 20 minutes walk.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, they met Zhao Qinghong, who had returned from a night shift.

“Why did you two come back together? Old Song, aren’t you on duty today?” Zhao Qinghong asked.

Song Nian took the vegetable basket from her hand: “I changed shifts with someone else, do you know why?”

Zhao Qinghong: “I don’t know.”

Song Nian: “Because….you guess!”

“I can’t guess.”

“Then guess again.”

Song Zhaolan walked ahead silently, until they got home, the two were still discussing the topic of “Guess what”.

Finally, Zhao Qinghong compromised, and guessed a very outrageous reason: “It’s not because of our Xiao Lan who committed a crime and was caught by you right?”

Song Nian patted Song Zhaolan’s shoulder: “See, this is a woman’s intuition!”

Song Zhaolan: “….. ”

Zhao Qinghong: “…… Wait, is that true?”

“Well, your son and his friend stole other people’s hand-grabbed pancake and didn’t pay for it, and the boss also suspected he is retarded.” Song Nian said.

Zhao Qinghong looked at Song Zhaolan in surprise and habitually touched his forehead: “How about taking your temperature first? You will not be retarded, will you?”

Song Nian: “How could he be.”

Zhao Qinghong: “Maybe because he’s over-studying and that’s caused his brain to burn out?”

When Song Nian heard it, maybe it was really possible, so he asked, “Xiao Lan, have you been staying up late secretly studying again?”

Song Zhaolan didn’t let them worry about his studies since he was a child, but they still worry, because he not only loves studying, but also loves staying up late to study.

As a nurse, Zhao Qinghong naturally knew the disadvantages of staying up late, but he refused to listen no matter how hard she tried to persuade him. Others are praising her son for his good grades, but she is the only one who is worried about her son’s health. He would be exhausted sooner or later. It might be because he used too much energy to pass the high school entrance exam and might have gotten sick because of it.

“No, I slept soundly,” Song Zhaolan said.

“Really?” Zhao Qinghong didn’t quite believe it. He was probably just trying to coax them. “Anyway, in the future, you should pay more attention to your body, stay up less and eat more.”

“I don’t have enough to eat.” Song Zhaolan said, with a bit of grievance in his dull tone.

“Why can’t you eat enough? Too little food in the cafeteria?” Zhao Qinghong asked with concern.

“En.” Song Zhaolan said truthfully, “I am hungry every hour.”.

Zhao Qinghong: “Then buy more bread and fruit, and eat when you are hungry.”

“There is not enough money.” Song Zhaolan fumbled around in his pocket.

“I’ll give you another 100 every week.”

“Good.”

Song Nian listened and felt that something was wrong, so he interrupted: “Wait, he did something wrong, he robbed another’s hand-grabbed pancake. It doesn’t matter if you don’t deduct his allowance, why are you giving him more money?”

Song Zhaolan explained: “It was robbed by Yu Tingfeng.”

“Did you eat?”

“Yes, he’s fed it to my mouth. I can’t not eat it.”

Zhao Qinghong said: “See, it’s because my son doesn’t have enough to eat, so he eats what others grab. Xiao Lan is still growing and he needs to be full.”

The mistress has spoken, so Song Nian naturally has no objection.

While eating, Song Nian thought of another thing and asked, “Xiao Lan, is Yu Tingfeng really your friend?”

“No.”

“Classmate?”

“No.”

“Then what’s your relationship?”

“His parents killed my benefactor who had graced me with a meal. He is the only rival I wanted to beat.”

“Kill …. A person?” Zhao Qinghong was so scared that her chopsticks fell.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense.” Song Nian whispered to her, “That student’s mother owns the pastry shop, Xi Shi Yuhuan on East Street. Her husband has been dead for so many years, how can she bring her child alone to kill someone.”

“Then what Xiaolan said . … Ah, is he really retarded?” Zhao Qinghong looked at her son with concern. She was afraid that he was under too much pressure to study, she softly spoke, “Xiaolan, learning is not that important. Even if you’re last in the exam, I won’t be angry. The body is what matters, you know?”

“En, it’s important to eat.”

Song Zhaolan buried his head in the cooked rice, and Zhao Qinghong patted his head and said affectionately: “By the way, remember to throw away all the knives, guns, and clubs in your room.”

Song Zhaolan said, “Can I not throw it away?”

“No, it’s dangerous, or I’ll confiscate your pocket money.”

“… … ” Song Zhaolan looked at Song Nian as if he was asking for help. Song Nian waved his hand and expressed his helplessness.

Song Zhaolan: “…… ”

After some internal struggles, Song Zhaolan succumbed to the temptation of pocket money. As long as he had money, he could buy a lot of food. Living is way better than swords, spears, and clubs.

These things were the self-defense tools he bought when he came to this world, but so far they were useless, so they were all handed over to Song Nian.

After the two parents left, he closed the door to the room, carefully pulled open the drawer. There are a few books of martial arts secrets he kept.

He flipped through the few pages of the secret book, which he had already known by heart.  So he was uninterested and put it aside, he picked up a textbook and started reading. It was more difficult than the secret book so it easily attracted his attention.

When taking a shower, Song Zhaolan took off his clothes. He glanced at the mirror and looked at his waist.

There’s a dark blue bruise on his left waist.

It must have been Yu Tingfeng’s pinch.

I was careless and actually secretly injured. I will go to school another day and take revenge.

At this time, the phone next to him rang a few times. He usually seldom uses this world’s cell phone, but at this time he saw that it was a WeChat friend prompt.

Comment: I’m Yu Tingfeng.

Song Zhaolan glanced suspiciously and clicked it.

Yu Tingfeng immediately sent a message: [Little thing, guess how I know your account number?】

As soon as Song Zhaolan saw the word “you guess”, he was immune and didn’t guess.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng received a picture from Song Zhaolan. The background was the bathroom, and a fair and thin waist appeared in the center of his field of vision.

“OMG!! What’s this about?!” Yu Tingfeng sat up from his bed, glanced at the image and threw his phone away.

Half a minute later, he picked up the phone and zoomed in on the image.

In the dead of the night, he’s naked and looking for me to chat?

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Yu Tingfeng: Weird, let’s look at it another 100 millions times ●v●