San Fu

The fitness effect of one hundred push-ups is still obvious.

Jiang Kuo's quilt became very heavy on the way back to the dormitory, and he always felt like it was about to fall off when he wrapped his arms around it.

After entering the dormitory, he swung the quilt onto the bed and shook his arms for a while.

"Shall I squeeze it for you?" Tang Li said.

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "it's just that I haven't exercised for too long."

"Very good," Tang Li said, "I run every day, but I can't do a hundred."

"...you do push-ups with your legs?" Jiang Kuo said.

"He mainly runs with his hands," Li Zirui said.

A few people had a silly laugh.

After taking a shower, Jiang Kuo was planning to go to the cafeteria with the people in the dormitory, but Da Pao called and said that he was waiting for him at the school gate. Thinking that he was overworked and needed to make up for it, he decided to go out to eat.

"Don't eat too much," he told several people in the dormitory, "I'll bring some back."

"Okay," Li Zirui nodded, "Don't worry, I can't get enough to eat."

Jiang Kuo took a bag, filled it with the laundry, and went out the door with it.

Cannon called a car and waited at the door. When he got in the car, Cannon directed the driver to go straight to the restaurant.

"I found another good one," Da Pao casually patted him. "I'll improve the food for you. By the way, you can check it out and see if you want to take Jiang to eat there."

Jiang Kuo clutched his chest: "Don't touch me casually these days."

"What's wrong?" Da Pao sat up straight, "Did you fight?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I did a hundred push-ups today, and now my arms, chest, and waist are useless."

"Punishment by the instructor?" Cannon's voice suddenly raised, "You don't care about him! Don't do it, if you beep again, you will leave, no fucking training! Who can do anything to you!"

Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him: "Did you educate me yesterday, to see the form clearly and correct the stinking problems?"

Cannon didn't speak, but seemed to be thinking.

"I knew it!" Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "It's impossible for you to say this, Hu Zhenyu, you are the hidden thunder that Jiang Yushan buried beside me! It's the kind of rebellion just now!"

"Fart your ass," Cannon said.

"The acting skills are too bad," Jiang Kuo said, "and the memory is not good. I just forget the lines I just recited."

Cannon didn't admit that he was a traitor when he arrived.

Instead, I told him another thing.

"I almost interrupted you and forgot, but my dad called me and asked if he knew where Yang Ke was going." Da Pao whispered in his ear.

"Is Yang Ke's whereabouts something that needs to be whispered?" Jiang Kuo frowned and looked at him, "Isn't the whereabouts 15 kilometers away from Jiutian Waterfall?"

"Listen to me," Da Pao clicked his tongue, "then he also called me. He took a month off from school and eloped with his girlfriend."

"Elope for a month?" Jiang Kuo was stunned, "Is there a deadline for elopement?"

"Who knows," Da Pao said, "I asked you to send him to Jiutian Waterfall that day, so he would meet his girlfriend."

"You idiot," Jiang Kuo scolded, frowning, "Jiang will always blame me for this."

"That's what I mean, it's just a trick," Da Pao said, "The reason you're calling me now is to let us not talk about it, but if you don't say it, you are the last witness before he disappeared, you suspect... ..."

"Be careful what you say." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"That's the metaphor, you are... you are the last anyway..." Da Pao explained.

"Are you blind?" Jiang Kuo said, "When did you become blind? Was Yang Ke blind before getting off the car?"

"Damn!" Da Pao finally realized where his point was, "We two! We two! We were the last to see him! I didn't mean that, I just have no brains!"

"I see that you have a lot of brains, and your brains are almost squeezed out of your nose." Jiang Kuo said.

"Is it disgusting?" Cannon said.

"Don't digress." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's over, I haven't digressed, I still have to say what I mean." Da Pao sighed.

"Don't say." Jiang Kuo replied very simply.

"Why?" Da Pao raised his voice, "You said President Jiang blamed you!"

"He really asked me to see the situation," Jiang Kuo looked out the car window, "The matter has not yet come to an end, and Yang Ke is not a minor, nor is it a friend, so there is no need to be so anxious to sell."

"...Okay!" Da Pao nodded his head helplessly, "I know you are righteous."

Although the Cannon people are not very righteous, their level is still very high when it comes to looking for food.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, very suitable for Jiang Lele's non-spicy taste.

The dishes are well prepared and the place is clean. Cannon booked a private room with a lake view. The balcony outside has a nice view and is cool.

Given that Jiang Kuo didn't know much about Jiang Liao, she should like the tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.

"You have to book a table in advance," Da Pao said. "Noon is okay, but dinner has to be a few days in advance, and we won't even let you make a reservation if it's late."

Jiang Kuo called the waiter over, thinking to book the private room now.

But Jiang Liao is not sure about the exact time when he can arrive, and the range is three days before and after.

"This is not easy to book," the waiter hesitated, "You booked a private room for three days, but two days are empty..."

"If you make an appointment, you can't come if you have something to do?" Da Pao said, "Even if I only book for that day, isn't it the same if I can't come because of something?"

"The main reason is that you can't come temporarily and you are sure that you have booked for two days and then you don't come. It's still different," the waiter explained, "We..."

"I'll be here for three days," Jiang Kuo said.

Eating comfortably at noon made the military training in the afternoon less painful.

The main thing is to start walking back and forth in the afternoon for training, which is much better than standing still.

"Energetic! This is walking in unison! It's not dismissed to go to the cafeteria!" The instructor's voice was always refreshing, "How can you goose in a while like this!"

Aside from the fact that walking is more comfortable than standing, there's more to walking than standing.

The one who walks along, the one who steps on someone's shoes, the one who walks with the wrong arm and fights, the one who walks too deeply and stops and hits the front row...

Tang Li is here.

When returning to the dormitory after the military training, he still didn't stop.

Jiang Kuo was very surprised. He felt that Tang Li didn't look like a person with uncoordinated movements. He didn't expect the turn to be so smooth. An urge to follow along.

"How do you usually walk?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I don't know," Tang Li said, "I walk in unison, how do I carry my arms? When I think about this, I don't seem to know how to walk anymore. The main reason is that I don't need to think about my posture when I walk normally..."

Then I usually pay attention to whether my posture is handsome or not when I walk.

Tang Li is a serious person, and his roommates are also enthusiastic people. When they returned to the dormitory without eating, a few of them began to practice with Tang Li.

Jiang Kuo didn't plan to eat anymore, he called Da Pao and planned to get the washing machine back today.

One two one, left and right.

Jiang Kuo went out.

One two one, left and right.

When passing by 107, he found that the door was locked. It seemed that Duan Feifei hadn't returned to the dormitory.

home?

Local is still cool.

"These are the ones to take with you. When you went there, you brought him clothes and quilts. This time, it's just a few books." The old aunt took out a small bag, "He said last time what books he wanted to read, The library doesn’t have any, so let Duan Ling buy it.”

Duan Feifei looked at it, and it was Agatha: "Is he still watching these?"

"There are a few of them, but your dad likes to read books," the old aunt said, "and when you go, tell him that you don't need to save money so much. It’s always not spent.”

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Have you asked for leave from the school?" The old uncle asked beside him.

"I'm on leave." Duan Feifei said.

"Let Duan Ling drive you there." The old man said.

"No need," Duan Feifei picked up his things, "The bus is here."

"If you see him and say that you don't need to go see him," the old uncle confessed to him, "just listen and don't argue with him, he won't want you to see him in prison uniform."

"I know." Duan Feifei responded.

Duan Feifei is far less proficient than Duan Ling in prison visits.

Duan Ling went there two or three times a year, he only went once every few years, just like the old uncle said, his father didn't want his son to see him in prison uniform.

I went once last year because I went to college, and I went again this year because my uncle said that your son is going to college again...

At eight o'clock, Duan Feifei arrived on time.

Submitting documents, going through formalities, security checks, taking witnesses at the meeting, etc.

He was the first one in the meeting room, and there was another elder sister waiting.

Duan Feifei felt a little nervous for no reason.

Dad was brought into the meeting room, sat down opposite him, took off the phone next to him and looked at him.

He was stunned for five seconds, his father pointed to the phone, and he quickly took it off.

"It's like I came to visit you," Dad's voice came out, "Your uncle said you were beaten, is it stupid?"

"It didn't hit the end again." Duan Feifei said.

"Where did it go?" Dad asked.

"Body." Duan Feifei said, "It's not serious."

"Don't pretend," Dad said, "Isn't it serious that you'll be hospitalized for a few months? Your uncle told me all about it."

"Why is he telling you these things?" Duan Feifei frowned, "Is there nothing to say to you two?"

"That's all he came here to talk about," Dad said. "It's exciting."

Duan Feifei sighed and did not speak.

"Don't be brave in the future," Dad looked at him, "You have to see the situation clearly when you do good deeds, and think that you are too good... Are you taking the opportunity to fight?"

"Am I sick?" Duan Feifei also looked at him.

Suddenly, he realized that maybe it was because he had seen each other too few times. He could find every wrinkle on his father's face.

"Is it the freshman year again this year?" Dad asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'm doing military training these days."

"Train me well." Dad said.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

Dad was silent for a while, as if he was looking for a topic, and Duan Feifan was also thinking quickly to find a topic.

"Don't come next time," Dad said, "I have nothing to say, how uncomfortable."

Duan Feifei couldn't find a topic to talk about.

"How are the classmates?" Dad asked.

"...I don't know much about the new ones," Duan Feifei thought for a while, but he really didn't know what to say, so he grabbed Jiang Kuo and came out to make up the numbers, "There is a sports car in the next dormitory."

Dad looked at him and said nothing.

Duan Feifei was also silent.

"Say it." Dad waited for a while and opened his mouth.

"What?" Duan Feifei asked.

"A sports car came from the dormitory next door." Dad said.

"That's right," Duan Feifei said, "There's a guy driving a sports car from the dormitory next door."

"...Damn!" Dad waved his hand, "You are really... we are so unfamiliar... the conversation today is not as good as Duan Ling and I."

Duan Feifei felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this, and put down the receiver in his hand.

Dad pointed to the receiver and motioned for him to pick it up.

Duan Feifei reluctantly picked up the receiver again.

"It was my fault," Dad said.

Duan Feifei immediately turned his head and hung up the receiver, fearing that he would still hear his voice if he hung up too slowly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his father waving at him.

After a while, he turned his head and took off the receiver again: "Don't say such things, I don't feel comfortable listening."

"It's okay if I don't know how to chat," Dad said, "You have been so talkative since you were a child, and you can't even make a lot of jokes. How come you can't talk when you come to me."

"I don't know." Duan Feifei said.

"That's why I don't want you to come. Your uncle insisted that I meet you," Dad sighed. "I'm just afraid of this scene. You can go back."

"How is your health?" Duan Feifei asked.

"That's a bad one," Dad laughed, "It's good, don't worry, it's stronger than you."

"That's bullshit." Duan Feifei said, "I brought you the book, and I usually spend some money on food and so on. The old aunt said that I don't need the money I saved for you."

"Got it." Dad said.

"Then I..." Duan Feifei hesitated.

"Go back!" Dad waved his hand, "Okay, go back to you."

By asking for leave, Duan Feifei didn't return to school until the next afternoon.

Before they reached the dormitory, they saw Ding Zhe and Dong Kun rushing over on bicycles.

"Up and up." Ding Zhe waved.

He didn't ask much, and jumped into the back seat first.

"Jiang Kuo's car is back," Ding Zhe said, "Just arrived at the parking lot..."

"I'll get down." Duan Feifei immediately prepared to jump off the car.

"Don't!" Ding Zhe grabbed his collar with his backhand, "If you want to say familiarity, you are familiar with him. With you, everyone will not be so embarrassed."

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Duan Feifei was puzzled, "You have the face to drive a car, why are you still embarrassed?"

"It's different, it's different, it's not the same," Ding Zhe said in succession, "I'm somewhat embarrassed, but I really want to touch the steering wheel."

Next to the parking lot is a green space with many stone tables and chairs. Many students are willing to come here to sit, eat, read and play with their mobile phones.

Jiang Kuo's car drove into the parking lot, and everyone turned to look at it.

Duan Feifei felt as if he had driven over from home to look at the car. Before the car was parked in the parking space, the group of them even put their bicycles there.

"Didn't Jiang Kuokai do this?" Dong Kun saw the people in the cab.

It was indeed not Jiang Kuo, but a man wearing a 4S shop uniform and white gloves.

The man got out of the car and stood facing them.

ill.

Duan Feifei turned around and walked to the nearby stone pier and sat down.

Dong Kun also came over and sat down.

Ding Zhe still insisted on standing beside the car, and started to circle around the car.

"Call that idiot over here." Duan Feifei said.

"I can't call anymore, I'm going to get in the car soon," Dong Kun raised his chin to the side, "The owner of the car is here."

Jiang Kuo walked into the parking lot from the direction of the school gate, greeted Ding Zhe, took the key from the glove, and handed it to Ding Zhe.

"This person is about to go crazy." Dong Kun stood up.

"Me directly?" Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "Do you have a copy?"

"Yes," Ding Zhe said, "it's just that I haven't opened anything like this before."

"It's almost the same." Jiang Kuo opened the car door, "Just start it and drive."

"Then let me feel it first." Ding Zhe got into the car, "Why don't you take the passenger seat?"

"No." Jiang Kuo took two steps back, Ding Zhe should be a little embarrassed, it would be even more embarrassing if he kept standing on the edge.

Dong Kun sat in the co-driver, and took out his mobile phone to Ding Zhe: "Let me take a photo for you."

"Let's take a video." Ding Zhe said.

Jiang Kuo looked around. Although he was reluctant, the only stone pier with shade around the parking lot was the one under Duan Feifei's butt, so he walked over.

"Don't you look at it?" Duan Feifei said.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo sat down, "Isn't he talented?"

"He has a big heart." Duan Feifei nodded.

At first, he wanted to chat a few words, but when he saw the car suddenly moved and got out of the parking space, he couldn't care less about talking. He stared at the car, and Ding Zhe had to go out and sell himself if he had to bump into it. With Ding Zhe's beauty, it will take a long time to sell.

"Is there a road with few people nearby?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Behind the school..." Duan Feifei stopped in the middle of speaking, and turned to look at him, "It's not necessary, is it?"

"Just drive around in the parking lot? That's so boring." Jiang Kuo stood up, walked to the side of the car, bent down and said a few words to Ding Zhe and the others, and Ding Zhe and Dong Kun got out of the car immediately.

"Why?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Let's go," Dong Kun waved, "The high-tech zone is full of empty roads."

"I'm not going." Duan Feifei said.

"There is no charge for the car seat." Jiang Kuo said while holding the car door, "It's not a reclining chair."

"Your uncle." Duan Feifei stood up.

Ding Zhe and Dong Kun went to the back seat and sat down. Duan Feifei got into the passenger seat and looked back: "Aren't you sitting in the front?"

"It's okay," Ding Zhe waved his hand, "I'll drive when I get there in a while, you can sit in the front and feel it first."

"I feel like a fart." Duan Feifei said.

"Seat belt." Jiang Kuo said.

Just as Duan Feifei put on his seat belt, Jiang Kuo stepped on the accelerator.

The car roared immediately, rushed out of the parking lot, and drove onto the road.

Duan Feifei turned his head to look at Jiang Kuo, but before he could speak, the speed of the car suddenly dropped again.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo also turned to look at him.

"Don't be so surprised when driving." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, the car left the school gate, and quickly turned to the road behind the school. This road leads to the high-tech zone. A large area of ​​wasteland in the high-tech zone is waiting to be abandoned. There was no one on the way there.

"Now," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm going to be surprised."

Before Duan Feifei could realize what he meant, the sound of an electric guitar suddenly exploded in the car's stereo, and then amidst the deafening music, he felt that he was pushed back against the back of the seat suddenly.

Ah... crazy.

"Okay!" Ding Zhe shouted from behind, "This pushes back!"

Duan Feifei didn't say a word. Although Jiang Kuo was pretty cool at school, he wasn't too out of line. Now, the gas pedal seemed to be on one of his switches, and even his expression changed.

A sports car came from the dormitory next door.

Very aggressive when driving.