Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

The alarm clock rang on time, Shi Rong turned on the small lamp installed on the bedside and began to change clothes. The size of the camouflage uniform is appropriate, but the waistband is still too wide and baggy and wants to fall down.

Shi Rong frowned, opened the bed curtain, and went to look for the belt in the closet. After arranging his clothes, he picked up his toiletries and entered the bathroom.

The dormitory conditions in the h dormitory are pretty good. There are two sinks in the bathroom, and the separate bathroom is separated by a small door, so you can completely avoid disturbing each other.

There was already a person standing in front of the sink, Xie Qingyuan.

Shi Rong had no intention of talking to him, so he turned on the faucet and started washing.

But Xie Qingyuan didn't know what was going on. He seemed to have a strong desire to talk to him. Before he left after washing, he asked him: "Shi Rong, you came up late last night. Do you still not know where the military training venue is?"

Shi Rong was brushing his teeth. He glanced at him and nodded expressionlessly. He was stuck in reporting and didn't go to the class meeting at all. There were many things that he didn't know clearly.

Xie Qingyuan also knew, after all, he was the one who counted the list yesterday afternoon. He smiled and said, "Then you can come with me later."

Shi Rong said "hmm" and continued brushing his teeth.

The temperature difference between day and night in H City is huge, and the wind is still biting at night. But as soon as the sky breaks, the air seems to have stopped flowing, and it is extremely hot. After just two steps, I am already sweating.

"Stand up straight! Keep your eyes straight ahead, hold your chest up and your head up, and put your fingers close to the seam of your pants!" the instructor shouted loudly while walking in the queue. He also tugged the students' arms from time to time. If they were even slightly loose, they would be punished with ten push-ups.

Under the shade of a tree not far away, several seniors and seniors were holding watermelons or ice cream, pointing at the freshmen standing in line.

"I'm super! Xixi, look over there, you're a top beauty!" Faced with the resentful looks of the freshmen, Yan Zhiqing tugged on her friend's arm and motioned for her to look over there.

Zhao Xixi's hand shaking when taking pictures barely managed to drop the camera. She protected her precious camera and glared at Yan Zhiqing, educating her: "Are we here to see handsome guys and beauties?"

This group of people is from the Propaganda Department of H University. Today they are going to take some photos or videos of freshmen's military training for publicity. By the way... sprinkle a few pinches of salt into the freshmen's wounds.

After all, that's how they came here back then. If there is no military training that is ridiculed and attacked by seniors and sisters, can it be called military training?

Yan Zhiqing rolled her eyes and pointed at the watermelon Zhao Xixi brought, "Don't pretend to be with me."

Zhao Xixi hummed, picked up a piece of watermelon and took a bite, "Where is the beauty you mentioned?"

"Right there!" Yan Zhiqing got excited and pointed at the particularly eye-catching boy in the queue, her voice rippling: "Look at that waist, tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk, it's even thinner than mine!"

Zhao Xixi followed Yan Zhiqing's fingers and was instantly captivated by the top-notch beauty.

He was a very beautiful boy, with a slender figure, a flexible waist, and a very boyish appearance. He had a cold face and was wearing an ugly green camouflage uniform, which made his skin extraordinarily white and moist, like the melted snow on the top of a snow-capped mountain, clear and cold.

Zhao Xixi quickly raised the camera, clicked several times, and took several photos.

She admired the top-notch appearance of her younger brother and said with great satisfaction: "The admission brochure is here!"

Yan Zhiqing rolled her eyes, who was lecturing her just now? Oh, woman!

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When the instructor announced that they were disbanded for dinner, the orderly team quickly dispersed and rushed to the cafeteria crying, fearing that if they were late for a second, there would be a long queue.

As soon as Shi Rong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, he saw Xie Qingyuan coming over and greeted him: "Shi Rong, aren't you going to eat?"

Shi Rong opened vx: "I'm not very hungry."

Xie Qingyuan nodded as if he had expected it, "Then I'll go to the cafeteria first. Agree to my friend application. If you want to eat, you can send me a message."

His fingers paused, and Shi Rong raised his eyes to look at Xie Qingyuan. His expression was extremely natural, his eyes were pure and upright, and he had the image of a responsible and good squad leader.

He neither agreed nor refused, and opened the chat interface with Fu Zhijing. Seeing this, Xie Qingyuan left wisely.

In the chat box, the latest message was from Fu Zhijing.

[Brother]: Where is Guaguai doing military training? Send me a location.

Shi Rong didn't eat much for breakfast at all. The canteen was very crowded and all the windows were lined with people. He found a slightly shorter queue and bought two buns. As expected, they were terrible to eat.

Military training consumes a lot of physical energy. They only took two breaks in the morning, each time lasting only twenty minutes. Shi Rong took advantage of the break to send a message to Fu Zhijing.

【Whale】: Fu Zhijing, I’m so hungry.

Shi Rong's message was sent at 11:13, and Fu Zhijing's message was returned at 11:14. More than forty minutes had passed since their conversation.

Shi Rong sent the location and photos to Fu Zhijing and asked, "Are you coming to see me?"

One minute, two minutes... there was no reply from the other end.

Shi Rong turned off the phone in a depressed tone, and just took a step forward when he heard Fu Zhijing's gentle and clear voice.

"Be good."

Shi Rong's eyes opened slightly. He originally had cat eyes, but now they were round and almost childish: "Fu Zhijing, why are you so fast?" It had only been a few minutes since he sent the message.

When Fu Zhijing came, he saw a small pavilion not far away, so he took Shi Rong to sit in the pavilion and put the carefully prepared food in the food box on the table.

"I came early, but I don't know where you are." He had been wandering around the Art Institute, and only after the photos of his appearance were released, he determined his location.

Fu Zhijing took out an ointment from his pocket and said, "Reach out your hand."

Shi Rong was not that squeamish at all, but his skin was tender, and he deliberately rubbed it on the rough camouflage uniform, which made him look a little serious. In fact, soon after washing the clothes, his palms were healed and there was no need to apply any medicine at all.

But he was very happy that Fu Zhijing could remember everything about him clearly, so he stretched out his white palm.

Fu Zhijing also saw that nothing was wrong with him, but he still held Shi Rong's hand and applied the ointment carefully, "Don't get wet when you go back."

He handed another bag to Shi Rong: "I've already washed it. Please put it on and put it on. Put the dirty clothes in and I'll take them home to wash."

The washing machines in the school are all public. He knew that Shi Rong was mysophobic and would not use them.

Shi Rong took the bag, which contained two sets of camouflage uniforms and... a bag of White Rabbit toffee. He pursed his lips, put the bag aside, lowered his head and took a bite of rice.

Fu Zhijing was very clear about Shi Rong's appetite. He couldn't do it without him watching: "My dear, did you not eat well again?"

Shi Rong is a picky eater: "The food is hard to eat."

A hint of narrow-mindedness flashed in Fu Zhijing's eyes, "Are there any little green worms that are unpalatable?"

The snow-white face was suddenly filled with red clouds, and Shi Rong called him in shame and annoyance: "Fu Zhijing!"