surface roommate

"1, 2, 1..."

There are nearly 5000 freshmen in Xun'an University, and the military training slogans are loudly shouted. Immediately afterwards, this group of people can be seen standing in a military posture with their heads upright, kicking forward, and they look good under the training of the instructors, as if Immediately, it can be pulled to the battlefield to wipe out the enemy, heroic and unstoppable.

But the actual feeling is not so comfortable, it can even be said to be painful.

Xun'an has a subtropical monsoon climate. It is still hot in early September. There seem to be ten suns in the sky, and there is no possibility of rain at all.Everyone was drenched and weeping from the heat.

Several students couldn't stand it anymore and asked for leave to go to the infirmary.

Standing up straight, Fu Wu's face was covered with sweat, beads of sweat dripped onto his long eyelashes, he couldn't help but feel itchy, he didn't dare to move, he could only endure it, humming Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in his mind .

As a model of military training, Zhou Ziheng was ordered by the instructor to correct the movements of the soldiers one by one.He walked straight up to Fu Wu, and Fu Wu immediately remembered his reluctant "Brother Wu" last night, couldn't help but wanted to laugh, and grinned slightly.

Zhou Ziheng hurriedly pretended to help him straighten his head, but actually pinched his mouth tightly with his hands to prevent him from laughing, thinking: "Stinky boy, if you dare to laugh, don't even think about resting today."

He helped Fu Wu wipe off the eyelashes and the sweat on his forehead with his hands in a flash, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, the instructor is behind."

Fu Wu nodded slightly with a smile in his eyes: "It's late, the bells and drums are long and the night is long, Geng Geng Xinghe is about to dawn. What's the next sentence?"

Zhou Ziheng frowned, and looked at Fu Wu with a look of monsters.

Fu Wu said again in a low voice: ""Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Geng Geng Xinghe wants to dawn the sky, the next sentence, my brain is stuck."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly realized that he remembered what he said last night that he could recite "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by diverting his attention while standing in a military posture, but this kid in front of him was actually reciting silently.The sun was so scorching that people would lose the will to think, and he still muttered words, what a...fool.

He pretended to straighten the military cap for the other party, and murmured in Fu Wu's ear: "Mandarin duck tiles are cold and frosty, and emerald quilts are cold."

The electric current in Fu Wu's brain was connected, and he remembered the first night of sleeping together in the same bed. The interest of pranks came, and he raised his eyebrows: "Together with you."

Zhou Ziheng was stunned.

Fu Wu proudly continued to recite: "Yuyou has been separated from life and death for many years, and the soul has never come to dream..."

Worse than the sun is the seniors sitting under the shade of the trees, eating watermelons and enjoying military training.Xiao Jiusi and Peng E, who gave Fu Wu materials and directions on the first day of school, were two of them.

Taking advantage of the break time, they will also come to recruit juniors.

"Fu Wu, do you remember me? I'm Xiao Jiusi, a sophomore in the Department of Philosophy, and also the president of the Philosophy Club of our School of Humanities. Are you interested in joining the Philosophy Club?"

"Remember, remember." Fu Wu took off his camouflage hat, and suddenly felt much cooler, the brim of the hat was wet, and his hair was sticky.He smiled and said, "I'm from the Chinese Department. What do you do when you join the Philosophy Club?"

Xiao Jiusi took out a petal of iced watermelon, Fu Wu couldn't resist the temptation, and immediately ate it.Xiao Jiusi adjusted his gold-rimmed round glasses, and looked like he had succeeded in his tricks: "The School of Humanities is a family. Is there anyone who stipulates that students from the Chinese Department cannot join the Department of Philosophy? No! Philosophy is the study of wisdom. Brother Fu Wu has wisdom at a glance. How can people not join the Philosophy Society?"

Fu Wuben was a science student and was transferred to the Chinese Department; although he didn't know much about philosophy, he had read "Sophie's World" and was somewhat interested. It was not a bad idea to join the Philosophy Club, so he agreed to Xiao Jiusi.

On the other hand, Peng E, Minister of Literature and Art, Ma Qingqing, Minister of Sports, and Xiao Ling, Minister of Propaganda Department, all showed affection and reason to Zhou Ziheng, and only got Zhou Ziheng's cold words when they talked about their three-inch tongues. One sentence: "I will not participate, thank you".

Fu Wu suspects that Zhou Ziheng is the descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and he is not interested in anyone or anything, just like the cold jade bed where the little dragon girl sleeps.But at this moment, the ice was also covered with sweat profusely, and beads of bean-sized sweat slid down his cheeks and down his neck, soaking the camouflage uniform.

Xiao Jiusi said quietly: "That Zhou Ziheng is your roommate, right? Because of his handsome looks, he is arrogant and arrogant. Is he like this in the dormitory?"

Yes, he was like that, with everyone.

But family ugliness should not be publicized. Anyway, Zhou Ziheng called Fu Wu "Brother Wu", and Fu Wu smoothed things over with a smile: "Ziheng is not arrogant, but he is not good at expressing, just get in touch with him more."

The military training lasted for ten days in the scorching heat.The training program for this day is battlefield medical first aid, two teams, one person will play the role of the wounded, and the other will play the role of rescue soldier.

Fu Wu was in a group with a fat man named Lu Jingshu. Lu Jingshu was five centimeters shorter than Fu Wu, but almost twice his width in a horizontal comparison.

Of course Fu Wu was unwilling, how could he carry such a person as heavy as a mountain?

Lu Jingshu begged for nothing, saying that he was too fat to carry people on his back.

Looking at his height of 175 and his weight of 180+ by visual inspection, Fu Wu thought to himself, yes, you struggle to walk on your own, and you have to pant when you walk too fast. How can you save people and carry them?

In desperation, Fu Wu had no choice but to act as a rescuer.According to the instructor's teaching, he learned to bandage Lu Jingshu's head.

Seeing that the oversized camouflage uniform collapsed tightly on Lu Jingshu's body, as if it was about to burst at any moment, Fu Wu's heart skipped a beat, good guy, it looks like it will make me spit blood on the ground, and it will be embarrassing at that time.

Just when Fu Wu was thinking about how to recite Lu Jingshu to reduce the harm to himself, Zhou Ziheng walked over from the crowd and said in an unquestionable tone: "Lu Jingshu, let's change, you go and He Yongbei."

The military training groups were assigned by instructors, and Lu Jingshu had the right not to change them, but for some reason, Zhou Ziheng was not angry and arrogant, which made him inexplicably timid.

He vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng was not easy to provoke, and he would hide if he couldn't.So, Lu Jingshu quickly took off the triangular scarf on his head, and rolled to join He Yongbei.

Fu Wu was stunned, what was going on in Zhou Ziheng's mind, this wooden man, this handsome guy, and this piece of ice?Aren't you afraid that the instructor will scold him?Relying on the fact that the instructor values ​​him, is there nothing to be afraid of?There are so many weirdos in college.

Fu Wu looked at Zhou Ziheng in amazement: "The number one handsome guy in the School of Humanities, does he want to be with me so much? Are you afraid that the instructor will punish you to stand in the military posture under the sun for an hour?"

Zhou Ziheng took off Fu Wu's camouflage cap, brushed his short hair intentionally or unintentionally, took a triangular scarf, bound his head, and said, "He Yongbei smells like sweat, I don't like it."

Pfft... This reason sounds absurd at first glance, but it is even more absurd when you think about it.

"Who doesn't have the smell of sweat on a hot day, I have it too, and you have it too."

"It's okay, I'm used to you."

If he didn't know that the handsome guy in front of him had a girlfriend, Fu Wu would have felt that he was flirting with him.Anyway, Fu Wu was finally relieved that he didn't have to recite Lu Jingshu now, and deliberately moved closer, raised his arms, and said with a smile, "You can smell it, it won't kill you!"

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, very subtle, like a young girl with a yellow flower who hadn't left the court in ancient times.He pressed Fu Wu's head like he was rectifying a bear child: "Okay, obediently be the wounded."

Fu Wu tore off the triangular scarf on his head, raised his eyebrows with high spirits: "I don't want to be a wounded person, you sit down."

"I'm heavy, I'll carry you on my back."

Fu Wu pressed Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and told him to sit down.Zhou Ziheng didn't move at first, but when he saw Fu Wu's playfulness, he could only sit on the ground to accommodate him.

Fu Wu knelt beside Zhou Ziheng, straightened up, pretended that Zhou Ziheng's wound was on his forehead, and wrapped it up with a triangular scarf round and round, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahaha, like a farmer, like a small soldier Zhang Ga. "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" was an anti-Japanese war TV series he watched when he was a child.

Sitting on the ground, Zhou Ziheng looked up at Fu Wu in the sun, shining brightly, and couldn't help smiling.

Fu Wu looked down at the "wounded" Zhou Ziheng, and was very satisfied with his work, and the bandage was perfect: "Let's try it, I will carry you under the opposite tree."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at the banyan tree opposite, about 20 meters away. "It's too far away, and it's hot. I'm afraid you'll suffer from heat stroke. Fu Wu, I'll carry you on my back."

"You look down on me, don't you? I'm strong!" The college students admitted to Xun'an University are not a little proud, and they are boys. Fu Wu certainly doesn't want to be underestimated in this respect.He half squatted in front of Zhou Ziheng, waiting for him to put his back on. "Hurry up, Ziheng, Brother Wu, I'm going to carry you on my back today."

Zhou Ziheng finally nodded in agreement with Fu Wu's expression of "Come on, come on", and jumped on his back.

Boom!

Fu Wu felt that the center of gravity of the whole person was leaning forward by 45 degrees. Wow, although he is 1.8 meters four, he looks very thin, at most 139, why is he so heavy?Is my strength too weak?Sure enough, the summer vacation was wasted!His calves are so strong, and his arms are so long, hanging around his neck, they almost block my sight!

Zhou Ziheng felt that Fu Wu's body suddenly sank, stretched as stiff as an iron rod, and he couldn't help worrying: "Fu Wu, I weigh more than 150 catties, not much lighter than Lu Jingshu, let's change it."

Depend on!so heavy!Mistake! Mistake!

Every time Zhou Ziheng said a word, Fu Wu could feel his breath blowing on his face and neck, itching.

"Let's go!" Fu Wucai refused to admit defeat, how embarrassing, how will he mess around in the future?As long as you live, you have to grit your teeth and walk to the opposite banyan tree with Ziheng on your back.

He has never been serious about carrying people since he was a child, let alone a "heavy man" weighing 150 pounds. What's more, the military training before was hot and tiring, which consumed a lot of energy. |The milk is strong and persists.

"If you can't hold on, don't be brave, tell me anytime." Zhou Ziheng whispered in Fu Wu's ear.

Fu Wu scolded: "Usually I don't see you talking too much, but now it's mother-in-law."

Fu Wu gritted his teeth and walked halfway, sweating profusely and unable to lift his feet.

Lu Jingshu and He Yongbei who were next door had already switched to the supporting way.

"Fu Wu, let me down." Zhou Ziheng wished he could jump down, and was afraid that he would hurt Fu Wu's self-esteem.

"Don't talk, I can do it."

Zhou Ziheng lifted his legs vigorously, without Fu Wu's forceful hook.

Someone with a good cause shouted: "Fu Wu, come on!"

"Fu Wu's back is bent down, so let's go here if you can't move your back, and you can walk over with your arms."

……

Fu Wu looks sunny and talkative on the outside, with a smile on his face, kind and humble, just like the warm sun in winter.But in fact, he is stubborn. He must try his best to do what he wants to do, and he must achieve the goal he believes.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Fu Wu almost gritted his teeth, and finally moved under the tree step by step.Looking back, it is not too far from the starting point, but it seems like a long march, it seems that I can't find such a heavy object in the future, and I have to strengthen my training in the future.

Zhou Ziheng immediately slid off his back and supported him.

Fu Wu's face was covered with mung bean-sized sweat, dripping like running water, washing his face and neck a little white.When he smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons, and his white teeth shimmered in the sun: "Look, Ziheng, I said I can do it."

Zhou Ziheng lowered his eyebrows and said solemnly, "I didn't mean to look down on you."

ha?This descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect is not only autistic but also quite sensitive.

"I know, I just want to tell you that although I'm a little shorter and thinner than you, I'm not a weak chicken." Fu Wu patted Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and smiled with two canine teeth. "You have to carry me back. Let's weigh it. When watching the competition, whoever carries me will not fall behind. Maybe you can't carry me."

Seeing Fu Wu talking and laughing as before, Zhou Ziheng also smiled easily, and stepped on his horse: "Come on."

Oh, look at how proud you are, I want to see how capable you are.

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