San Fu

Jiang Kuo didn't vomit, but he stayed in the toilet for a long time, probably because he was uncomfortable. Duan Feifei lay on the bed and listened to him turning on the faucet to wash his face, retching twice when he turned it off, and turning on the faucet again...

Although Jiang Kuo was miserable, these chaotic voices mixed with the noise of the air conditioner brought him an inexplicable sense of peace, and he actually fell asleep during the time when it was almost impossible for him to fall asleep.

I slept till dawn.

He woke up because Dong Kun called him and asked him to have breakfast together.

"You guys help me buy it first, I just got up." Duan Feifei sat up and glanced down, Jiang Kuo checked out very early, but he didn't take away the little quilt that he threw on the ground and stepped on a few times , and put them in a ball on the recliner.

Yes, for the sake of fifteen thousand.

Duan Feifei got out of bed and folded the small quilt on the recliner.

With the style of Jiang Kuo throwing clothes, he now has reason to wonder if it is because the little quilt fell on the ground and was stepped on by Jiang Kuo himself, so he needs to throw it away.

However, the quilt feels very good, and you can tell it is expensive when you touch it.

If Young Master Xing Chui Ping Ye Kuo doesn't want it anymore, he doesn't mind taking it back to his aunt.

When he walked out of the dormitory, Duan Feifei found that it rained last night, and it was not light. There was still a lot of water on the ground, and the temperature dropped several degrees.

The cafeteria was no longer the most crowded, and everyone was sitting scattered, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw Dong Kun, Dingzhe and the others sitting around two tables with Jiang Kuo and Li Zirui.

Ding Zhe, a bastard who forgot his roots, sat next to Jiang Kuo, and it seemed that he did it on purpose, just for tomorrow's car keys.

"I got it for you!" Dong Kun waved.

Duan Feifei walked over, patted Liu Fatty and Sun Ji on the shoulders, and said hello.

"Are you still training in the military today?" Sun Ji turned around and saw the military training uniform on his body.

"Well," Duan Feifei sat down, "you two don't leave at night."

"Why," Fatty Liu asked while eating, "A date for a fight?"

"Get lost." Duan Feifei answered briefly.

The cafeteria has quite a variety of breakfast items, and Jiang Kuo took a lot of them.

Usually he would not have any appetite for these things, but after the fever subsided early this morning, his eyes turned blue from hunger, and he woke up from hunger before five o'clock. Now let alone these things he brought, they are just on the table All the food, he felt like he could stuff it down.

The phone was ringing in his pocket, and he insisted on finishing the last wonton in the bowl before putting down his chopsticks and taking out the phone.

"Is it still not up?" Da Pao asked over there.

"Get up," Jiang Kuo said, "have breakfast."

"Is it still burning?" Cannon said, hearing the sound that he was going to eat breakfast.

The "ding" of the elevator in the background and the soft voice of the waiter "Please swipe your room card" perfectly showed the difference in the early morning.

At this moment, Da Pao is eating breakfast in the VIP hall of a five-star hotel, and he is eating wontons, fried dumplings, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk and millet porridge in the school cafeteria...

"The fever is gone," Jiang Kuo said, "I think my body temperature is normal when I wake up in the morning."

"I want to tell you something," Da Pao said, "I asked for your phone number."

"Why is she looking for me?" Jiang Kuo immediately stood up and walked to the side.

Although he and Jiang Lele grew up together and would help each other out if something happened, Jiang Lele's personality made them not as close as most brothers and sisters. Under normal circumstances, unless he went home on vacation, Jiang Lele Generally, you will not take the initiative to contact him.

Or something is wrong.

"She didn't say anything, but she's definitely fine," said Da Pao, who was worthy of being a child, and knew his point well, "Just asking for my number."

"Did you give it to her?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah, did I give it to her?" Cannon said, "If I gave it to her directly, you must scold me why I gave it to you. You changed your number to avoid your family from annoying you. BLABLABLA. If I didn't give it to you, you would have to She said that she must have something to look for you, why didn't she give BLABLABLA... So you said, can I tell you if I gave it or not?"

"...Okay, I will give it if I give it, and I will give it if I don't give it," Jiang Kuo said, "Is this answer perfect?"

"Perfect," said Cannon.

Jiang Kuo sat back at the table, looked at the unfinished steamed buns and millet porridge, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Li Zirui and asked, "Are you full?"

"You can't eat anymore." Li Zirui said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

He has a problem, his mother said it was cleanliness, and his father thought it was hypocritical, that is, the meal cannot be eaten in sections, it must be completed in one go.

It's okay when there are many people out to eat, the dishes are up and down, and there will always be new dishes before they are full. In this situation, he committed a mistake. Even if he didn't move his chopsticks, he felt that someone else left it.

"Give it to me," Li Zirui moved the steamed buns and millet porridge in front of him, "Are you not used to eating them?"

"No, it's just too much." Jiang Kuo said.

"Didn't you say that you order according to the quantity?" Li Zirui said.

Good memory, roommate.

"I miscalculated today." Jiang Kuo said.

"You..." Li Zirui refused to let him go, and continued to talk.

"Don't spit on it if you don't eat it, pack it up and take it back to Tang Li and Ma Xiao," Jiang Kuo said.

"Eat." Li Zirui didn't say any more, and buried himself in eating hard.

Today, Jiang Kuoxue learned his lesson and came out to eat breakfast in his military training uniform. In addition to the heavy rain yesterday, the temperature dropped in an instant in the morning. When he went to gather, he was in a very happy mood.

"Aren't you going to take the quilt?" Duan Feifei walked up to him and asked, "Where are you taking the seat?"

"I'm in a hurry." Jiang Kuo's words were true. In the morning, he woke up suffocated by urination. Going to the toilet in Duan Feifan's room always felt awkward, so he hurriedly called 119.

"I thought you didn't want it anymore." Duan Feifei said.

"Why not," Jiang Kuo said, "You can still ask about the reclining chair for one thousand and five nights. If you stay in the worst youth hostel, you won't be able to put a quilt in it."

"Aren't you particular about it?" Duan Feifan said, "You stomped on the ground several times, don't throw it away."

"Who stepped on it?" Jiang Kuo immediately turned his head and stared at him.

Duan Feifei looked at him, and it took a while before he said, "You yourself."

Just as Jiang Kuo was about to speak, his cell phone rang.

This call must be Jiang's, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and answered the call.

"How's it going?" It really was Jiang Lele's voice over there.

"Very good, the military training will be assembled soon," Jiang Kuo said, "Let's talk about things first."

"It's okay," Jiang Liao said, "It's not so hot anymore, I'll go out for a while, and you invite me to dinner when I pass by your place."

"Does Mom and Dad know?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Tell them," Jiang Liao said, "about ten days, not too long."

"Stay with me for a few days?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I don't necessarily have time to play with you, I can let Da Pao drive you."

"You don't need that old lady to follow," Jiang Liao's voice was usually indifferent, "You don't need it, you don't need anything, it's still the same as before, I want this strange feeling, asking you to invite me to dinner, just for Have a little connection with this place, understand?"

"I don't understand," Jiang Kuo said, "Anyway, my reception task is to treat you to a meal, right? Do you have any requests for meals?"

"No, it's fine if you want to call the cannon," Jiang Liao said, "Why don't you buy a small cake, let's think about it in advance."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Feifei didn't know where to go.

He has no memory of such a major intolerable incident as stepping on the quilt by himself, which is really unacceptable to him.

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sent a message to Da Pao, asking him to help him check out a special restaurant.

But he didn't plan to call Da Pao for dinner, Da Pao always felt that Jiang Liao had a mental problem, and although he wouldn't mention it in person, Jiang Kuo would be upset.

Jiang Liao is a top student. In Jiang Kuo's view, this twin sister is independent and smart.

In the eyes of President Jiang and his wife, in view of Jiang Kuo's performance and their clear understanding of their own conditions, they agreed that their daughter's IQ should be a genetic mutation.

But Jiang Liao didn't follow the conventional road of being a top student. After the high school entrance examination, she suddenly collapsed. The doctor diagnosed that she was under too much pressure. Her father gave her a suspension from school, and several nurses stayed there 24 hours a day for several months. Although everything seemed to be back to normal after that, I never went back to school.

From then on, Jiang Liao chose another life for himself, traveling alone, taking pictures, editing videos, and writing small articles.Out of absolute and blind trust in his daughter's IQ and independence, Mr. Jiang will not interfere in anything.

Jiang Kuo was very envious, and even thought about breaking down for a while, but unfortunately, he didn't find any pressure for himself except that he was a little worried and didn't know how to run during the two days of running away.

"Jiang Kuo, has your fever gone?" Lu Ning stopped him.

"Retired," Jiang Kuo touched his forehead, "I'll be fine after a night's sleep."

"That's okay, he recovered very quickly." Lu Ning patted him.

Today's military training is almost the same as yesterday except for the lack of the lectures before the start. It is still a queue training, but those who turned in the wrong direction before have been adjusted, and no one made a mistake after turning back and forth more than a dozen times.

Although no one made a mistake, the instructor's plan for the first hour was to review and consolidate yesterday's movements.

Also because no one made mistakes, this training process was particularly tormented.

Every time he turned around, he could only look at the people in front to relieve his boredom. The key point was that the few people in his dormitory were not lined up together, except for Duan Feifan in the back row, he didn't know each other.

To the left!On the left is a black boy, as if he has participated in a three-year military training, turn back!The hair on the back of the head on the right grows all the way to the neck.

How dirty, why not scratch it?

turn right!The latter one looks much fresher, except for the scar on his neck.

Duan is very ordinary. The little hero has a scar on the back of his neck, which is not too obvious, only a small section is exposed above the collar, and he didn't notice it yesterday.

Now he can see this small section and judge that it is a scar because it is in the same shape as the scar on Boss Jiang's hand, and it is still a little red.

This is a new injury for Duan Yingxiong.

Jiang Kuo fell into deep thought, it's not easy to be a hero of the school...

turn back!

Jiang Kuo turned back.

Looked at the instructor's face.

The instructor didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

"It's the second row turning back." Duan Feifan's voice came from the back of his head.

Jiang Kuo turned back silently.

"Don't be distracted!" The instructor shouted, "Concentrate! Call the report if you feel uncomfortable!"

Jiang Kuo couldn't realize for a while whether the instructor was expressing his concern or mocking him. I just beg him to stop directing row by row and let everyone unite as a whole!

It was so easy to get through the first wave. Before learning the various steps, the instructor asked everyone to sit down and rest, and watch him demonstrate first.

The rain on the ground hadn’t dried yet. Jiang Kuo glanced at his feet. He didn’t mind sitting down. If it was dirty, it was mostly water. Let alone sitting down and watching the instructor’s demonstration, even if he sat down and jumped up immediately, his buttocks would be fine. Feel it directly.

Everyone used their feet to push the water to the side, hoping to sweep a piece of dry ground for their buttocks.

"Sit down!" the instructor shouted, "Don't be so delicate!"

Jiang Kuo pawed and pulled twice. Their area was a bit sunken, with a lot of water accumulated, and the water didn't obey the command very well.

Duan Feifan in the back row had already sat down, and a few people helped the people in the front row to scrape water with their feet.

"It's almost done," Duan Feifei said, "sit down quickly, and you will be punished later."

"How do you sit here?" Jiang Kuo was very annoyed, "I'm still willing to stand as a punishment."

"Why, do you want to find a plastic bag for you?" Someone asked behind.

The people around me immediately sat down.

"Okay, is there?" Jiang Kuo asked, turning his head.

Duan Feifei sighed.

The expression on the instructor's face was elusive, and he looked at Jiang Kuo for a while before saying, "Or do you want to pick a place to do it?"

Jiang Kuo didn't make a sound, but he still didn't sit down.

"Sit down," said the instructor, "how about I let you squat after a hundred push-ups."

Duan Feifei especially wanted to call Dong Kun and ask him to run over immediately to visit this little friend who was going to have the same experience as him.

Jiang Kuo will definitely not sit down. As for whether he can do a hundred push-ups, it is not in the scope of the young master's current consideration. Anyway, he just won't sit down.

"One hundred scores two groups." Jiang Kuo said.

A group of people turned their heads and looked over.

"Yes," the instructor nodded, "come out, let me see what you can do."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, turned around and walked out of the team, then turned his head again: "Now?"

The instructor folded his arms: "Now."

"It's fun." Someone whispered.

Jiang Kuo lifted the sleeves of his T-shirt to his shoulders and moved around a bit.

Duan Feifei looked at the lines on his arms and these random movements, and felt that this should be a person who can usually exercise, and he might be able to finish it.

He whistled very low.

"Who!" The instructor turned his head suddenly.

Duan Feifei quickly put on an expression of watching the excitement, turned his head and looked back, and even asked under his voice: "Who!"

"Do you owe it?" The person next to him whispered with a smile.

"Watching your play." Duan Feifei turned around.

Jiang Kuo really found a place with no water, bent down and propped himself on the ground.

Although he thought he should be able to do it, Duan Feifan was a little surprised that he really chose to do a hundred push-ups in exchange for squatting.

"One, two, three..." The instructor began to count.

Everyone gradually quieted down, watching the person who fainted earlier than the girls yesterday doing push-ups together.

Duan Feifei heard that someone behind him had started to bet on how many he could do.

Others bet on whether he would faint again.

However, Jiang Kuo looked very relaxed, and his movements did not deform when he reached almost thirty, but the speed was not as fast as at the beginning.

"32, 33..." The instructor walked to him, "Not bad, continue!"

Fifty did not take long to finish.

Jiang Kuo stood up, patted the mud on his hands, and shook his arms again.

"How long will it take?" the instructor asked.

"One minute." Jiang Kuo said.

At the beginning of the second round, Jiang Kuo's actions were like a replay of the first round. The speed of the first twenty was even faster, and the bettors behind had already begun to determine the amount to be transferred later.

"78, 79..." The instructor counted seriously.

Duan Feifei heard someone counting from behind: "Eighty, 81..."

Looking back, it was Tang Li with a serious face.

As expected of the head of the house.

As soon as 89 passed, many people shouted: "Ninety! 91! 92..."

"One hundred!" The instructor raised his hand.

Jiang Kuo stood still on the ground, bowed his head and breathed a sigh of relief before slowly standing up.

"Yes, the physical fitness is not bad," the instructor clapped his hands twice, "Go and squat, just this once!"

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

My shoulder is about to fail!

Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and kept his face calm, his waist was about to break!

After the third year of high school, he used the excuse of reviewing as an excuse, and he was reluctant to go to the swimming team to train. From dawdling to flashing dawdling, plus a salted fish state during the summer vacation, the hundred push-ups made him almost vomit.

Fortunately, the fever subsided, and I slept fairly well last night.

"Yes," said the black boy on the left when he squatted down, "Actually, even a hundred of them are fine, right?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

The soreness in the arms did not ease until the end of the morning military training.

When they disbanded, Li Zirui rushed to his side quickly: "Not bad, Jiang Kuo."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"If I have the strength, I'll make a hundred." Li Zirui tugged at his pants, "It's still wet."

"You can change it if you go back." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's right," Li Zirui nodded, "Then why do you have to squat down?"

"I'm delicate." Jiang Kuo said.

Li Zirui laughed for a long time.

When returning to the dormitory, Jiang Kuo knocked twice on the door of 107.

No one opened the door, it is estimated that Duan Feifei has not come back yet.

Just as he was about to leave, a hand reached out and opened the door: "Come to get the quilt?"

"En." Jiang Kuo responded and followed into the dormitory.

"There." Duan Feifei pointed to the folded quilt on the recliner.

"Did I step on the quilt myself?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Why don't I remember at all."

"Then I stepped on it." Duan Feifei said.

"How did I step on it?" Jiang Kuo frowned.

"When you go to the toilet to vomit." Duan Feifei said.

"...I remember that," Jiang Kuo picked up the quilt and looked at it, "Have you cleaned it?"

Duan Feifei walked up to him: "There is no room service."

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Kuo continued to study the quilt, "Take it apart and wash it outside?"

"A cool summer quilt, you don't have a quilt cover, so why not take it apart," Duan Feifan said, "If you want to wash it, just wash it whole."

Hand wash comforter.

Jiang Kuo didn't make a sound.

Before buying a washing machine, he could only wash his underwear and socks by hand.

"Our general way of handling it is like this," Duan Feifei took the quilt, lifted it up and shook it a few times, and then put it back on the recliner, "It's ok."

"Okay?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"Is there shit on the sole of your shoe?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo picked up the quilt.

As soon as he turned around, the quilt fell to the ground.

"Fuck." He bent down and picked up the quilt in a daze again. He raised his arm probably to shake it, but he gave up halfway, opened the door and walked out.

Duan Feifei went to close the door, fell on the recliner, and stretched comfortably.

The phone rang in his pocket.

It is a notepad schedule reminder.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, visiting day.