My past life was a fan of all men

That night, after Mo Lang finished eating roast chicken and instant noodles, he flew to the beam and squinted his eyes and fell asleep. When he thought of gathering at school the next day with his classmates from the entire grade and taking a bus to City A for military training at the Warrior Academy, he I was too excited to close my eyes.

In the early morning, the hazy mist has not completely dissipated. Mo Lang is wearing a light blue sportswear, stepping on white sports shoes, stretching out his hands and carrying a cloud-like rucksack, and running quickly to a store outside the slum I bought two bottles of vitamin energy supplements, walked to the side of the road and stood under the hazy station sign, watching the flight attendant buses pass by in front of my eyes.

At 5:30 in the morning, on the dark road, there are two rows of soft light and energy-saving street lamps shining light blue light through the fog. From a distance, the circles of soft light are hazy like milky white pleats The veil skirt is sprinkled vertically from the street lamp, and it looks like it is floating in an oval water-white porcelain cup. The black coffee is half-stirred and three-point milk. Light, but his heart is as calm as water. In the dark night, what he sees is not lights, but hope.

He looked up at the street lamp under the stop sign and stared at Mo Lang for a while, but he didn't realize that there was a car driving in the direction where he was standing beside him. The two big headlights in front of the car disturbed Mo Lang. He turned his head and took a look, the dazzling light made him close his eyes tightly, he reached out to block the headlights, before he could see the appearance of the car, he heard a familiar and sweet voice breaking into his cochlea, " Mo Lang, here."

Mo Lang turned his face to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a young man in a white shirt and dark blue cropped trousers walking towards him with a smile like a spring breeze, focused his eyes and took a closer look , I realized it was Yang Muyi.

"I've been waiting for a long time. Something delayed me when I went out today." Yang Muyi reached out and patted Mo Lang's shoulder, and continued: "Let's hurry up, don't be late."

Mo Lang tilted his head slightly, and replied "Mmm...".

After the driver of Yang Muyi's family took the two of them to school, he drove the car back with only a roll of smoke from the exhaust pipe of the car.The school is full of fallen flowers, the fragrance of books is overflowing, and there are many students. The first-grade students have already arrived at the school. Everyone has a big bag and a small bag on their backs, and they are struggling to walk left and right.

Both Mo Lang and Yang Muyi only carried a backpack. The two of them walked along the school road with fallen leaves, and went up the stairs to the corner of the second floor of the first-grade teaching building. Yang Muyi was still studying in class 16, and his classroom On the 5th floor, Mo Lang's classroom is on the second floor, Yang Muyi smiled at Mo Lang with a sideways smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, and after Qinghui's wrist, he took a big stride towards the top of the stairs go.

With his backpack on his back, Mo Lang went back to the corner of the last row of Class One (1) and sat for a while. Through the window, he saw the head teacher and a few stout male students in the class walking in together. The bags were heavy and looked like cloth sacks filled with clothes.The head teacher stood on the podium and glanced at the whole class, and found that all the students had arrived. He took out a size list from his trouser pocket and called the head of the class, Murong Zhenghua, and the deputy head of the class, Sun Ran. The size reported earlier distributed the training uniforms, soldier caps and PLA green shoes to the students during military training.

After the students had finished collecting one by one, the head teacher stood on the podium and told everyone some things to pay attention to, strictly observe discipline, and don't be afraid of suffering. The ripples and circles of the clear water slowly spread out with paddles everywhere, with a shallow smile like a dragonfly touching water, and a little gentle smile said: "One more thing, this time you go to the military academy for military training, and our higher-level homeroom teachers don't follow the class. , you will be disciplined by instructors, and our class leader will go to urge the students to abide by the law."

She paused, and continued in a low voice, "I think everyone knows that soldiers are very strict. If you are not careful, you will jump up and down with your head in your arms, or run ten laps extra. Kind of punishment." A dazzling dark light suddenly flew across her eyes, as if she wanted to assassinate (scare) the students one by one before giving up.

After listening to the head teacher's low-pitched and pretendingly serious words, the students in the class were in an uproar, and everyone whispered to each other, chanting:

"I'm so skinny, if I'm fined to run ten laps, I'll really die on the spot!"

"I have long heard that military training is a purgatory on earth, and the instructor is even the executioner of the death penalty. It is so terrifying... The black half month, who will save me...!"

Of course, some students are guessing which instructor will lead them?I have long heard from the senior brothers and sisters that the warriors in City A have different appearances. Some are handsome, tall, heroic, and suave, but...but some are fat, short, ugly, and vicious. , It really directly lowers the appearance of soldiers!

Seeing the students whispering to each other under the podium, the class teacher finally couldn't help but reached out and patted the tabletop. In an instant, needles could be heard in the class, and 60 pairs of clear and clear eyeballs raised up and focused their eyes on the table. Look at the teacher in charge.The corner of the head teacher's lips curled up slightly on his serious face, and he stretched out his fair and slender finger to point at the students in the audience, and pulled the corner of his mouth deeply, "Look at you, you still say that you are the future star of City A, why are you so noisy when it comes to appearance?" Woolen cloth?!"

Sitting in the front row, a short man wearing the most popular ripped jeans, named Li Xingbin, said with a flattering smile, "Mr. You can also have no rights, but you can't grow too bad." Then he put up a thumb, and Pippi smiled and said: "Good looks are king!"

The homeroom teacher is usually messed up by Li Xingbin's unconventional way of thinking, and now he even talked about a lot of things in his speech about "beautiful appearance"..."Cough...Student Xingbin, this has something to do with it." The discussion on "appearance" will be discussed after you come back from the military academy, and we will find a class meeting time to discuss it!" Although there is a star smile on the corner of her mouth, there is a dark light in the corner of her eyes, in other words, "Don't interrupt , now is the time to get down to business."

After the head teacher finished speaking on the podium, he asked the students to pack their bags, gather in front of the bus at the school gate when they were ready, and go to the Warriors Military Academy in City A early.All the students in the class packed their bags and walked outside the classroom. Chen Xiaodie suddenly turned around and asked Mo Lang: "Hey, Mo Lang, who do you think our instructor will be?"

Mo Lang stood up straight with his backpack on his back, stretched out his slender white hands to wipe the tip of his nose, lowered his eyelids and looked at Chen Xiaodie standing beside him, and said lightly: "I'm going to military training, and Not to see the instructor, whoever he is, whether he is handsome or not has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, Mo Lang took strides towards the outside of the classroom, gusts of breeze blew the hem of his blue sportswear, under the warm sunshine, Mo Lang's short hair was slightly raised as he paced away, leaving behind a man covered by sunlight. Elongated figure.

The bus departed from the gate of the No. [-] Middle School and headed for the Warrior Military Academy in City A. Dozens of buses lined up end-to-end on the sunny road in the early morning, almost lined up like a long dragon, heading for the Warrior Military Academy in City A.

It took two hours to get to the military academy. Most of the students on the bus were already wearing earplugs and closed their eyes while listening to music. Of course, there was also a big fat man named Zheng Dangan, who was sitting in front of Mo Lang’s parking space. He was sleeping soundly, enjoying himself very much, but he didn't know that the female students in the car were talking about him with their mouths covered, and Mo Lang also took a nap. When he got up, he accidentally saw a few girls turning around and whispering and laughing at Zheng Once dare to sleep and snore.

Mo Lang squinted at the girls who sat in the front row and looked back at Zheng Dangan from time to time. Mo Lang never imagined that even Chen Xiaodie would talk like a gossip like them. Seeing Mo Lang glance at her from the corner of Mo Lang's eyes, Chen Xiaodie blushed, turned her little face back, lowered her forehead slightly, and licked her cherry red lips and snickered.

Mo Lang stood up, stretched out his slender white right hand from above the chair and gently pushed Zheng Dangan's shoulder down, and said in a magnetic voice: "Dangan, the military academy is here." Dangan opened his eyes slightly He opened his mouth and yawned haha, saw that it was Mo Lang and said, "Hehe... so fast!"

The bus stopped at the entrance of the military academy, and the students on the bus carried their bags and walked out of the car. Zheng Dan dared to stand up and took the backpack on the storage rack. As he walked, the fat of his life shook back and forth, his body He was so fat that he could walk through the gap between the two rows of seats on the bus. A huge rucksack behind him was stuck in the gap, making it difficult to advance and retreat. Several male students sitting in the back seat also laughed. Locked Chuanzi's brows became tighter and tighter. Zheng Dangan, who was already a bit inferior because of his fat body, now looked more like a "frightened bird", as if the students around him were laughing at him.

At this time, Mo Lang walked behind him, stretched out his hand from behind to untie his backpack, and propped it up with one hand, Zheng Dan dared to turn around, opened a pair of star-filled eyes and stared at Mo Lang shiningly. , he has forgotten how long it has been since no one helped him. His classmates and friends disliked him because of his fat body. At this time, Mo Lang, who is 176 cm tall, in the eyes of Zheng Dangan, he admired him as if he was 188 cm tall. endlessly.He was stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened a little, and then he opened his mouth slightly and said softly: "Thank you."

Mo Lang smiled lightly at him, then reached out and pushed his psoas muscles, "It's too presumptuous for classmates to always say thank you."

Since the last time I sent the female students in Class 17 to the school doctor, Mo Lang was severely criticized by the school doctor for not caring about the students. Mo Lang began to remember the names of the students in the class one by one, and matched their appearances, and gradually Suddenly, he found that each of the classmates around him had their own personality. After being transferred from class 17 to class 1, this feeling became more obvious. They all said that geniuses are extreme, and people with good grades also have their own temperaments and habits. and hobbies.