Congratulations to the lazy worm for being a father [Zerg]

The moon rose in the sky, and the stars twinkled.

Every night, the noise of the quiet campus fades away, and the main road is empty, except for a few scattered yellow leaves hanging on the branches, and the northwest wind blows and rattles.

After a while, there was commotion at the end of the wide and flat road outside the school.

"Grass, it's finally here!"

"I actually came back alive..."

"Freeman, you are the devil."

"The school gate is ahead, and the cafeteria is beckoning to us. Brothers, come on."

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the students with better physical fitness arrived at the finish line first, and the school doctors and nurses who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward one after another to check their physical conditions in an orderly manner.

Although Huge came back in the first batch, his physical energy consumption was really high. His legs were so stiff that he could not feel it, and he relied on his spirit to support him. He held on to the outer wall and kept panting.

Just kidding, he didn't dare to let the nurse check up close, what if the truth was revealed, Sugar didn't dare to stay and leave immediately.

Victor was about to participate in evening training, and happened to meet Sugar who came back at the elevator on the fourteenth floor.

The moment they met each other, their gray eyes widened, and Victor couldn't believe his eyes: the clothes were covered with dust, the soles of his shoes were covered with leaves, his hands were dirty, and the dimpled little faces that used to smile were now like tabby cats.

This is my shy and cute little roommate! ?

"Are you?" Did you fall into the pit?

Sugar was also quite surprised, and was stunned for a moment. The elevator received a call and wanted to close the door. Victor raised his hand to prevent Sugar from being pinched, and Sugar stepped out of the elevator quickly.

Suddenly entering the stable and tolerant aura of his good roommate, an inexplicable grievance surged out uncontrollably, and his lips, which had been silent all afternoon, opened and closed slightly, and spit out a few words: "Freeman is the devil."

His lazy voice became hoarse due to lack of water, and his voice sounded crackling, as if he had been bullied and pitiful.

Freeman's name was cursed by all the students in the Department of Joint Operations in their dreams. After learning about it from Huger this time, Victor knew it in his heart. He looked at Huger as if he was looking at a little boy who had been severely scolded by a scout instructor. Cub, the corners of his lips were raised unkindly for half a minute, and then quickly pressed down.

"Don't be late." Even though he had little energy left and didn't want to talk, Sugar was still willing to spare a point for his good roommate and remind him to pay attention to the time.

"Rest early." Victor nodded and walked into the elevator.

Sugar dragged his stiff body to open the door, washed his hands, took his clothes, and took a shower.

When he came out of the bathroom, there was a heated lunch box and a cup of fragrant rose tea on the living room dining table.

The stomach that was too hungry to know the hunger was reactivated, and the salivary glands kept secreting. It was the taste of braised pork!

Freeman kept his promise, and he presided over all the subsequent physical fitness classes, while the former instructor retreated to the second line to supervise.

In the words of the students, they are called "devil believers", and they rule all kinds of laziness.

Huge gradually adapted to the strength of the devil, from the bottom of ten thousand years to tied for the bottom, gratifying!

The only headache is that the young genius Thomson is elusive. Sometimes he is reminded not to wipe his sweat with a T-shirt, and sometimes he is asked to discuss mathematical theorems. The erratic trajectory makes Chong helpless.

After finally staying up until Friday, I thought I could take a long-lost nap. Unexpectedly, the professor of military history sent an email to remind them to hand in their essays next week. The student of military history who was tortured to death by Freeman slapped his head. Suddenly remembered the homework thrown into space, hurriedly picked up a stack of reference materials and rushed to the library.

Sugar is no exception.

After lunch, I was forced to get up after only an hour of sleep, and went straight to the library with my textbooks.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy, and it is difficult to write a small paper that meets the professor's wishes in two days. Huge decided to be lazy and go to the library to find a similar paper to "reference" ideas, and use this as a basis to write horizontally. My own things, and then casually analyze a few sentences to draw conclusions.

Small case, try to finish it in half a day, so that you can sleep well on weekends again!

On laziness, no worm has more experience than Sugar.

The Third Academy Library covers an area of ​​about [-] square meters and is six stories high, with [-] reading seats and rich resources of paper books and e-books.

The blue roof and beige brick walls appear quiet and elegant. The main building and the left and right side buildings are European-style and magnificent. The six marble columns at the entrance support the four-story-high rain-proof eaves, and the three large characters of the library stand on it. Very eye-catching.

Every worm who came to the library for the first time couldn't help admiring the designer. Sugar stood outside and looked up for a moment before stepping into the gate.

With the advancement of science and technology, virtual certificates are gradually replacing physical ones. Huge pulls out the student card in the communicator and swipes it, and the bulletproof glass door, which is so bright that it is easy to bump your head if you don't pay attention, opens.

The way to use the library is similar. Huge found the query machine on the first floor, searched for several periodicals that meet the requirements by keyword, and took the printed receipt to go upstairs to find the book.

One of them was placed in a corner of the fifth floor due to its early publication. Sugar searched all the way along the code and suddenly heard a strange "hissing sound", as if the teeth closed and closed, and then opened rapidly.

"P--Si--, P--Si--"

What the hell... Sugar stopped looking for the book, but the strange "hissing sound" disappeared, replaced by a snap of his fingers, as if specially designed to attract his attention.

Sugar looked around, passing through the rows of tall bookshelves and finally found the target, a flaxen-colored short-haired looking energetic female in the reading seat in the corner was waving desperately at him.

do not know.

The excellent memory of the photographic memory made Sugar very sure. The other party seemed to see that Sugar was suspicious, and turned his body sideways while waving his hand.

As the female worm got out of the way, Sugar easily saw the worm behind him, even though it was only from the back, even though it was lying on the table, the unique silver-gray hair color was undeniable.

Victor! ?

Seeing Sugar walking quickly, the flaxen-colored short-haired female breathed a sigh of relief, and left the seat lightly.

"Leobert, right? My name is Morey, hello. I have something to do and I have to leave. Victor just fell asleep and you can take a look for me. Wake him up at three o'clock at the latest." After finishing speaking, before Sugar agreed , picked up his coat and left in a hurry.

Sugar opened his mouth to shout, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Victor lying on the table taking a nap, and held back.

He eats ready-made meals every day, and occasionally he should take good care of his roommates. Thinking of this, he decided not to go back to the dormitory. He searched for all the periodicals as quickly as possible, and went downstairs to bring up all the things he was going to borrow and put them in the place where Morey was sitting. I looked around and couldn't find Victor's coat, so I could only offer one, but...

Compared with Victor's broad shoulders, his coat is particularly "small and exquisite".

Forget it, talk is better than nothing.

Sugar supported his head lazily, half prone on the table, and opened the first journal in the warm afternoon sun.

Maybe it was too tired, Victor wanted to rest for 2 minutes, but fell asleep all of a sudden.

After waking up, he moved his body, and something slid down his back. When he picked it up in his hand, he found it was a black coat. The color was mature and steady, but the size was too small. It obviously didn't belong to Morey, or even any bug that Victor was familiar with.

"woke up?"

A soft and pleasant voice came from behind, and Victor turned his face and bumped into Sugar.

A pair of autumn water cut pupils stares quietly, deeper than the night, brighter than the starry sky, the "sparkling water" in the eyes seems to reflect the Milky Way, with delicate eyebrows and small facial features that are indescribably cute.

Victor suddenly understood why he didn't wake up from the cold.

"Why are you, where is Morey?" He skillfully folded the coat on his lap and returned it to Sugar.

Sugar rubbed his eyes and took it: "He left earlier, please let me call you at three o'clock, I didn't expect you to wake up by yourself."

The good roommate woke up at the wrong time, Sugar was yawning, and he hurriedly turned his head when he heard the movement and had no time to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow. This is the truth of "Sparkling Water".

"Thank you."

"It doesn't matter." Sugar finished typing and continued to type the paper. He couldn't write any more after typing a few words, his flickering black eyes lowered, he hesitated and turned back to lie on the back of the chair and asked Victor, "What do you think of this?" Book?"

On the day Victor used the wrong cup, he carried a few books that Sugar hadn’t seen before. At that time, his thoughts were seriously wandering and he didn’t see the title clearly. and advanced computing books.

"After thinking about it carefully, I think your words are very reasonable. From military deployment to small unit operations, if the commander has a good foundation in mathematics and science, it can indeed achieve twice the result with half the effort. Action routes and coping strategies can also be handled in a variety of ways. So I'm going to teach myself."

While speaking, Victor's clear gray eyes were determined, as if he was a fearless explorer who discovered the New World, but he didn't know that his natural tone made the instigator so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.

That set of rhetoric was a sudden merger of Huge's inspiration, and it was purely an on-site coordinator. He didn't expect his good roommate to take it seriously, and it immediately made him feel like he was mistaken.

The reasoning itself is correct. The reason why Sugar is sure that mathematics can analyze the battle situation is because he is good at mathematics and has practical experience, which is equivalent to deriving from the results. Victor is not the same, his knowledge in this area is not as good as Sugar, and he went astray. Blindly pursuing advanced calculations will not achieve the desired effect, but will waste a lot of time getting stuck in complex theorems.

No wonder the diamond-like bright eyes of my good roommate are always tired recently. At first I thought the training camp was too tiring, so I wasted my energy here. Sugar sighed and couldn’t help admiring Victor’s serious and hardworking spirit. He thought he couldn't do it with the energy of research and sense of responsibility.

Thinking of this, Sugar decided to be a good bug to the end, and pulled the chair with his backhand to sit next to Victor.

It was more than half an hour before three o'clock, and it was impossible to finish all the lectures. There was no end to tactics, and it was no problem to help "the best roommate in the college" get on the right track.

Sugar is indeed lazy, but being lazy doesn't mean he won't do it. On the contrary, once he gets serious, no worm is more reliable than him.

"Don't look at these, it's a waste of time."

He boldly swept away all the books in front of Victor, telling him that it was useless to read them, and immediately made another list of books and sent them to the other party by text message, and told Victor what the point of each book was one by one by clicking on the title. Which book to read first, what knowledge to remember, and which books to read together for better understanding.

"At the end of "Basic Combat", let me tell you about the mountainous climate. Taking the western region as an example, the terrain with alternating hills and canyons is not suitable for large vehicles and armored units, but it also depends on the strategic purpose. Small-scale operations are indeed useful. No, in medium or large conflicts, the anti-aircraft vehicles must be on standby at point a, because the western region has a wide field of vision, and there are many flying mutant beasts. Losing artillery cover will make our ground troops fall into a hard fight. In winter and spring, due to the wind direction reversal, The vehicle should be arranged further forward, the influence of wind speed on the trajectory..."

During the two years on the front line, Sugar participated in hundreds of battles, large and small. With such rich experience, supplemented by solid and excellent basic knowledge, Victor was firmly attracted by a few words.

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The author has something to say:

Hugh: If you don’t study math, you can sleep~

The principal said: The whole school is training!

Huge: There is no training camp on Friday, so I can sleep~

The professor said: Paper due next week!

Sugar: The thesis is done, you can sleep on the weekend~

Weekend said: You can't sleep well...

Sugar (jumping on the stool and pointing angrily) Sincerely you can't get along with me, right?