Forced to be at the same table with the full-level boss

Except for the two parties involved, in the afternoon, this matter was almost forgotten by everyone in the class, and there was a deeper ditch in front of all senior ones—military training.

The penultimate section is the physical activity class. The students of the whole grade gather on the playground and listen to Wu Wanqun read out the precautions for military training.The students were angry that the 45 minutes of free activity time flew away, and the queue was in a mess.

Wu Wanqun didn't mind this at all. He didn't care about it today, but when he arrived at the military base tomorrow, someone would take care of these bastards.Thinking of the week when he could relax briefly, his tone softened.

"I won't talk about respect and politeness. I'll just talk about things that are easy for everyone to do," Wu Wanqun casually leaned on the railing of the stands, looking at the students below with a hidden smile, "First one, mobile phone."

"You are not allowed to use mobile phones during military training. I know that you will not listen to me, so I just want to emphasize that once you are found to use electronic devices privately, you may hand them over to the country. Be careful."

"The enemy army is not just someone's eyes, there are surveillance cameras in some places in the base."

When Wu Wanqun said this, Yao Yu, who was lazily standing on the lawn, tilted his head and smiled at the person behind him.

In view of the requirement that exchange students also participate in military training, Mr. Yi condescended to stand in the seventh class to listen to the training. The shadow of the cloud falling on the ground happened to stop between him and Yao Yu. Before standing still, Yao glanced at him vigilantly He, for fear that he would rob him of one-third of an acre of shady land.

Yi Yi, with his own air conditioner, waved his hand and said: Please.

"In the first year of high school, there is only such an activity to go out of the school. Everyone cherish it," Wu Wanqun dragged his speech with peace of mind. "Military training has individual evaluation and class evaluation. Excellent individuals are selected by the instructors. Excellent classes are judged by the scores of each class at the end. It is related to the three good things in the school year and various evaluations, the head teacher should not take it lightly."

"Students who have difficulties will be dismissed by today's end of school, and they will not be accepted any later. By the way, the nine exchange students did not quit. Don't be ashamed."

The black and white crowd booed collectively, and the dean blatantly robbed the class, you have already lost all face.

In the era when everyone is connected to the Internet, military training—have you never seen pig running or eaten pork? All freshmen in high school listened to Wu Wanqun's one-pass education, and the number of worries was almost zero.

It's better to go out and let the wind go than to go to school, right?

Before queuing up, Kang Xiaoling communicated with Sihu's classmates, held back an earth-shattering news and hurriedly said that the moment Wu Wanqun ordered the meeting to end, he raised his arms and recruited all the boys from class seven.

"What's the PHS?" Xu Tianrui asked, stroking the scroll on Kang Meng's hair.

"Important thing! Don't make any fuss," Kang Meng slapped Xu Tianrui's hand with goosebumps all over his body, "Who are the last two students with student numbers in our class? I have inquired about it. The military training dormitory is divided by student number. The first six The boys in class one just made up the whole number, so two of the boys in our class will live with the boys in class eight."

"Isn't it just living with other people?" Someone said, "I don't even recognize my own people."

"That's because you don't know who is among these eight people." Seeing that no one took him seriously, Kang Meng changed his face to be inscrutable. "It's a person whose name cannot be mentioned."

"Divination?" A male voice came from the outside.

Kang Meng didn't expect to tear down the stage so quickly. He stretched his neck in shock and looked in the direction of the speech. He saw Hao Fan and the "Fu Yao faction" from Class [-] standing at the corner of the crowd, posing With an expression of "we are not familiar with each other", his ears are higher than anyone else's.

No wonder they are sensitive to this name. Bu Xue was produced by Fu Yao. He was the grade representative at the opening ceremony. He has excellent grades but a very bad personality. Nobody can say enough about him.

Kang Meng's speechlessness is the default.

Anecdotes about strange people in divination were spread among the classes, and the seventh class was next to the eighth class. Every day I looked down at the window and didn't look up to see them. I slowly discovered that the rumors were not groundless.

Yao Yu had a good say in this matter, but unfortunately he was busy fighting with Yi Yi every day, and he didn't know that the boy who was on duty in the morning and always liked to dump garbage into the area of ​​the seventh class was named Bu Mingxue. What the hell?" In the puzzle, he looked dazed.

Yi Yi stood not far behind him, blocking the sunlight that fell on his thin arms.

Who is the most familiar with the roster of Class Seven?Naturally, he is the squad leader Xiong Da, who conscientiously abides by his post responsibilities and devotes himself to the people.

Xiong Jiasheng drew a room in his fantasy, put Divination into it, and put the last two students from Class [-] into it, and the scene automatically generated a row of mosaics.

A little bit of Kang Meng's intuition is good, living in this dormitory is indeed miserable enough.

Seeing that people were being bluffed, Kang Meng was not in a hurry to say anything, and complacently inspected the crowd, and Hao Fan and his gang did not forget about it.

Then he saw two people who were out of shape.

One of them was looking at him, but his face was facing him; the other person who was looking at him was looking at him, and after a while, he noticed his gaze and turned his face to him.

Kang Meng suddenly didn't know what to say, because he remembered something.

Xu Tianrui waited for a long time without seeing Kang Meng and continued. He couldn't figure out who the two Chosen Ones were. He rubbed his hands and asked, "Which of you is the last two? I remember that the student numbers are arranged in pinyin, yes Not Z...Zhou Da?"

Zhou Da hurriedly said, "It's not me, it's not me."

"That……"

"Me." Yao Yu said flatly.

Isn't it easy to understand?Before his student status, he had been in other provinces, but after transferring, he was naturally ranked at the bottom.

Kang Meng who "remembered" glared at Xu Tianrui: You are the only one who has a lot of questions.

Xu Tianrui:? ? ?Wasn't it you who made trouble in the first place?

"What's wrong if you don't learn?" Yao Yu asked, "What should I do?"

He was bluffed by this battle, and felt that it was necessary to know more about it, after all, he knew that it was easy to suffer if the news was slow.

Just like CILL in the summer vacation, if he had known the reason why the game will adjust the game time, he would not have to fall into such a big pit.

The shadow resting on him suddenly moved, and Yao Yu straightened his back and looked back, and saw that the "contrast machine" was running in a different direction. While running, he tapped on his shoulder: "I'm going to sleep." shop."

In the blink of an eye, everyone digested this hint together: Fuck, there is another foreigner.

"So Brother Yao and Brother Yi are going to live in a room with Bu Xue?" Kang Meng was completely dumbfounded, "Did I send a particularly useless message?"

"No." Xu Tianrui patted him on the shoulder, and looked at Yao Yu and Yi Yi's backs with him, "You ruled out the secondary conflict and helped them find the main conflict."

Yao Yu didn't argue with Yi Yi about upper and lower bunks, he didn't like lower bunks in the first place.

He belonged to the type who had a paranoid obsession with his own bed, and when he had an attack, he wouldn't even let him go up, let alone the lower berth where people might sit on it.

At this point, Yi Yi took his preferences.

On the outbound bus, the seats were assigned according to the seats in the classroom. Yi Yi left him the half by the window. Before taking his seat, Yao Yu stood in the aisle for a while. Yu wanted to say something to Yi Yi, but his mouth was not very sensitive when the atmosphere reached him. He scratched his head for a long time, but finally gave up helplessly.

A dozen or so buses lined up on the road was a sight to behold. Every time they lined up with cars from other classes, the boys would coax and shout desperately, "Go over! Go over!".

The driver was probably annoyed by the yelling, so he rushed straight to the top of the queue. When he arrived at the military base, the car from Class [-] threw the next car by two traffic lights.

After receiving their military training uniforms, the members of Class Seven received their dormitory numbers and were the first to enter the dormitory building.

Thanks to Kang Meng's gossip, Yao Yu found that he and Yi Yi had maintained a consistent tranquility and peace when no other boys came in.

There are two beds on both sides of the wall in the room, and one across the window. The only table is leaning against the outer wall of the bathroom, and a small shelf is facing the door.

In the entire space, the only thing that can be counted as private space is the bed.

Yao Yu held down the exclamation that was ready to move, ordered his soldiers to pick a random bed, climbed up the ladder, saw Yi Yi and followed him into the lower bed very naturally.

The human flesh version "occupies seats", one up and one down.

Yao Yu bent her legs on the narrow bed, feeling the tight strings being plucked in the silent space, causing a series of ripples.

It wasn't until then that he was sure that the "lower berth" Yi Yi mentioned was his lower berth, not any random lower berth among the other four beds.

He summed up those mysterious little thoughts before: I hope this person has a little sense of class honor and disgrace.

The student surnamed Yao, who had never had a sense of collective honor, experienced the greatness of this kind of emotion for the first time. Immediately, his muscles and bones returned to their original positions and his body felt comfortable.

He pressed his upper arm with half of his body, leaving his elbows and wrists that were not very obedient. When the phone slid out of the pocket, he couldn't hold it firmly, and it leaked through his fingers.

Classmate Yao let out a "huh" and went to grab the phone again. This time, even his legs were startled. After a few uncoordinated chases and interceptions, the phone fell through the hole in the iron railing beside the bed.

Yao Yu: "..."

At that moment, he thought he was going to say goodbye to the mobile phone that had been with him for two years, but the expected cracking sound did not appear, only a muffled sound of a hard object touching the fabric.

Yao Yu poked his head halfway out carefully, and his gaze caught sight of a pair of straight long legs, which were folded a bit suffocated on the bed with a low floor, and leaned against the edge of the army green mattress with the hollows of the legs up. By chance, the mobile phone landed on the protruding bone of the person's ankle.

Classmate Yao hissed.

His mobile phone was covered with a metal case that was comparable to a brick, and there was no extra flesh around the bone, so there was no chance of cushioning it when it hit it. It was so painful.

Yao Yu decided to pretend to be dead temporarily before he thought about how to speak.

The author has something to say: I made up all kinds of training in the military training. . .Don't take it seriously. . .

In the last chapter, I saw a new friend in the comment area, and I burst into tears