Chapter 88 What the hell did you do at night?

Yan Lingfeng took Zhao Senming's arm and stared at his gloomy face like water for a while. Suddenly, he released his hand with a wry smile. Zhao Senming was right. He was indeed a dog and nosy about rats. He was not Zhao Senming's father. What right do he have to take care of other people's eating and drinking?

Zhao Senming snorted coldly again, turned his head and went out.

Yan Lingfeng's arm was still in the air. Looking at Zhao Senming's back, he shook his head gently, thinking that he was not like this. In order to smoke a cigarette, he would rather endure the smell of the toilet. In fact, it does not mean how much he is addicted to smoking. Generally speaking, it's just to pretend to be B.

Later, Yan Lingfeng understood that it was only those ignorant little girls who thought smoking was cool. When it came to girls talking about marriage, no one wanted her partner to be a big smoke gun, which was also one of the reasons why Yan Lingfeng was still single in more than 20 years.

"What's wrong with Sen Ming? He seemed to be in a bad mood, and I didn't pay attention to him. Sun Feiying shook her head and walked into the dormitory.

Yan Lingfeng squeezed his lips, shook his head and walked out with his feet. People have to look at his position. He is good for Zhao Senming, but Zhao Senming may not appreciate it. In this case, why does he have to do disgusting things?

After one night, Zhao Senming picked up the cigarette and ignored anyone with a gloomy face. Yan Lingfeng did not ask for fun anymore. Han Dengyun originally wanted to tell a joke to enliven the atmosphere, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

Early the next morning, when it was still dawn, Yan Lingfeng got up from **. No one was shocked. After washing in a low voice, he neatly dressed and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

When he arrived at the playground, the first fish belly turned white in the sky, and the cold autumn wind blew through his cheeks. Yan Lingfeng took a deep breath of cool air, stretched his arms and jogged along the track.

It is not only the stupid bird that flies first. Yan Lingfeng is very clear that if he wants to continue on the road of basketball, he will never be content with the status quo. The result of pride and complacency will certainly stagnate or even regress.

After three laps, Yan Lingfeng's forehead was sweating and his breathing became rapid. When he heard the wake-up bell ring from afar, he did not run any more. Anyway, he is still a high school student, and his main task is to study. Some time ago, because of the basketball game, he didn't have to go to the classroom for self-study. Now that the basketball game is over, he has to return to the life of a normal high school student.

Taking off her coat and putting it on her arm, Yan Lingfeng walked slowly to the classroom. Most of them were hurried students. Most of them were seniors in seniors. The college entrance examination was approaching, and they had to race against time. They couldn't wait to break a second into two halves. It was already a luxury to sleep five hours a day. Love.

When he came to the classroom, Yan Lingfeng couldn't help yawning as soon as he sat down. Just now, he didn't feel it when he was running for exercise. Now as soon as he sat down, his sleepiness immediately surged up and casually pulled out a book to cover his head. Yan Lingfeng put his coat on his body and lay down.

Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, summer sleep mosquito bites, and hibernation is too early. It is the most suitable to sleep in the late autumn morning. Yan Lingfeng has been lying on the desk for a long time, and has been confused by the noise of "ABCD" in the whole classroom.

When he woke up, he had already studied by himself. Yan Lingfeng stood up sleepily and stretched out. He did not sleep enough and dozed off. He looked up to see that Lu Yunxue's seat was empty. Yan Lingfeng rubbed his nose and walked out of the classroom.

Standing in front of the railing, the autumn wind is bleak and the autumn is desolate. The dark blue sky is full of thick clouds. The sun has just emerged from the clouds, and the cold earth seems to have a trace of warmth.

Yan Lingfeng has always liked autumn since she was a child. When she was a child, she finally didn't have to be bitten by mosquitoes. When I was a little older, I read the romance novels of old and young, and I like autumn more. Now the reason why he likes autumn is very simple, just because autumn is a harvest season.

"You pig!"

Yan Lingfeng felt a pain in his ear, and then the familiar sound came into his ear. Yan Lingfeng has never been a person who repays grievances with virtue. He can't talk about it, but if someone slaps him, he will immediately return two slaps and take a kick. But the man behind him hit him. Yan Lingfeng not only had to be honest, but also put the other half of his face together.

Turning around with a hippie smile, Yan Lingfeng begged for mercy and said, "It hurts very much. Are you going to murder your own husband?"

Instead of noting his plea for mercy, Lu Yunxue added three more energy, twisted Yan Lingfeng's ears and asked murderously, "To be honest, what bad things did you do last night? Go to bed early in the morning. Do you think your life is too long?

"I assure Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is kind-looking, compassionate, compassionate and helpless, that I absolutely didn't do anything bad last night. I just miss you, and I can't sleep because of you." Yan Lingfeng swore with his right finger pitifully.

"Oh, it's disgusting!" Lu Yunxue quickly sent her hand and shook her mouth. She glanced at Yan Lingfeng and said, "I now doubt if you are the Yan Lingfeng before. You were not as smooth as you are now."

"Hey." Yan Lingfeng smiled proudly. Of course, he was not his former self, but his future self, but the credibility of this was too low.

"Have you eaten?" Yan Lingfeng looked at the paper bag in Lu Yunxue's right hand and asked. Now it is the time for him to grow up. He is hungry for a meal. Coupled with the consumption of the three laps of jogging, the Five viscera Temple has already begun to ring the bell.

"Nonsense!" Lu Yunxue pouted and handed the paper bag to Yan Lingfeng and said, "by the way, when Xuedan and I went to dinner just now, I met Sen Ming on the road. Xuedan ignored him and greeted him. What's wrong with him?"

"Who knows? Maybe it came in those days!" Yan Lingfeng took out a steamed bun from the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth figuratively. He chewed and replied vaguely.

"How many days?" Lu Yunxue asked puzzledly.

"There are always a few days every month." Yan Lingfeng was afraid that Lu Yunxue would not understand. After thinking about it, he added, "It was the days when you had a particularly bad temper."

"You are shameless!" Lu Yunxue thought for a long time and finally figured it out. Her face turned into a red apple, and she stretched out her hand and squeezed Yan Lingfeng's waist hard.

"It hurts!" Yan Lingfeng took a cold breath, and the steamed buns in his mouth almost spit out. Although his body was very strong, no matter how strong his body was, there was also a door. His door was at his waist.

"I'll let you talk nonsense again!" Lu Yunxue rolled her eyes and twisted it hard again. She pinched it again, and then temporarily let Yan Lingfeng go.

"I dare not, dare not..." Yan Lingfeng, who was sweating, begged for mercy. His mouth was satisfied, but his body suffered. Lu Yunxue, the little girl, has been more and more fierce recently. He is already considering whether to wear a steel plate around his waist.

The two fought. Time passed quickly, and the class bell rang in the blink of an eye. Lu Yunxue jumped into the classroom. Yan Lingfeng also swallowed the last steamed bun, wiped his mouth and hands with the paper towel handed over by Lu Yunxue, and then walked into the classroom with a hiccup.

The first class was Zhu Yao's English class. Yan Lingfeng pulled out the textbook and doubled it casually. It has been more than two months since the beginning of school, but his English textbook is still like a new book, which shows how indiocre Yan Lingfeng is about learning. As a reborn person, his biggest regret is that he was not reborn in the kindergarten era, otherwise he would have become a child prodigy with his eyes closed.

"Ling Feng, do you know? Yantai City will organize a municipal basketball competition next month. There is only one place in each county and city. Do you think we have a chance to participate?

Zhu Yao came late, and the well-informed Han Dengyun leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Yan Lingfeng shook his head indifferently and replied that if they had successfully won the city championship, this quota would not have been left behind, but such a thing has been missed. Now it is really hard to say which team Shuiyun City will send to participate in the local city competition.

Han Dengyun shrank his neck and wanted to say something more. When Yu Guang glanced at Zhu Yao's figure, he immediately closed his mouth and turned around to sit upright like Hong Zhong.

Zhu Yao strode to the podium. Before opening his mouth, he looked around the classroom and smiled and said, "Our class doesn't seem to have been sitting so full for a while. First of all, I want to remind several students that the basketball game has come to an end. Whether this period is perfect or not, it has passed. Next, I hope that the students can transfer all their energy to study, and there will be a midterm exam in a week. If our class takes the penultimate exam at that time, I will lose face!"

Of course, Yan Lingfeng and others understand who the students Zhu Yao said are. The meaning of Zhu Yao's words is very clear, but they don't want the members of their school team to drag down the class results. Sun Feiying curled her lips and whispered, "Go across the river and tear down the bridge."

Han Dengyun immediately added, "Take off the mill and kill the donkey."

"Okay, without further ado, let's start our class today. Students open page 103 of the textbook..."

As the saying goes, spring is sleepy and autumn is tired, and Yan Lingfeng feels like this now. Although the morning self-study has added nearly an hour of sleep, this class is still drowsy. Fortunately, Zhu Yao still has a certain deterrent to him, so although his eyelids are about to open, he still tries to control himself. I haven't fallen down.

"Well, that's all for today. Let's take a break." With the ringing of the bell, Zhu Yao also finished the class. After cleaning up the handout, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the classroom and said, "Yan Lingfeng, come out with me."

Yan Lingfeng was taking a nap little by little. After hearing Zhu Yao's words, he stood up reflexively, rubbed his eyes and slowly followed Zhu Yao out of the classroom.

Zhu Yao walked in front and strode with a majestic stride. Yan Lingfeng followed him, slowly and weakly. The two teachers and students went down the teaching building one by one. Zhu Yao walked all the way to a secluded place before stopping. He slowly turned his head to look at Yan Lingfeng and smiled, "Dare to sleep in my class, you Boy is really not afraid of death!"

Yan Lingfeng frowned bitterly and explained, "Teacher, I didn't sleep..."

"Well, you're not sleeping, you're just taking a nap, right?" The smile on Zhu Yao's face got stronger, "What did you do last night? You doze off early in the morning, and you will definitely not be efficient to listen to lectures on this day.

Yan Lingfeng unconsciously touched his nose and wanted to ask Zhu Yao why two people in a row were interested in his whereabouts last night. He took out his rich experience of fighting with the head teacher in his previous life and bowed his head as if he were a prisoner who admitted his mistake. Zhu Yao was submissive about anything, as for whether his left ear went in and out of his right ear. He is the only one who knows it.

After Zhu Yao educated Yan Lingfeng, his saliva flew all over, and he almost slipped Yan Lingfeng's ears and told him that only by studying hard and improving every day can he better contribute to socialist modernization. Yan Lingfeng drooped his eyelids and didn't lift them. Zhu Yao's words were heard more than a hundred times in his past and present life, and his ears were grinding out of the cocoons. It was no problem for him to repeat them.

Yan Lingfeng's uncooperation hurt Zhu Yao. As a responsible teacher, he hopes that each of his students will develop morally, intellectually, aesthetically and labor in an all-round way. Although it is difficult, he has never given up working for it. Yan Lingfeng, a student, is very wise in his words, so he doesn't want Yan Lingfeng to become a single-celled student who is useless except playing ball. But obviously Yan Lingfeng didn't think so. Zhu Yao was also a little helpless for a moment. He sighed heavily, looked at Yan Lingfeng like a steel, and waved his hand in frustration and said, "Go back!"

"Oh, thank you for your hard work!" Zhu Yao said so many words, only this sentence that Yan Lingfeng heard most clearly and was the most comfortable in his ears. He bowed like an amnesty and turned his head to go back.

"Come back!" Zhu Yao hooked the corners of his mouth and suddenly thought of a good idea in his head.