I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

The training time is at [-]:[-] pm.The afternoon in early autumn was still unbearably hot. The boys in the two classes were wearing thick and wear-resistant camouflage uniforms and camouflage caps. Their bodies were steaming, and they were led by the coach to the low pile net.

"Today we'll practice crawling."

There were several gasps in the queue.

The coach was expressionless and said in a loud voice: "Recently, some students said that the training is too tiring and they can't stand it?"

Zhang Rui lowered his head embarrassingly.

"Since this is the case, let you feel how the real troops will suffer!"

The students were heartbroken: We are just high school students, not soldiers, why should we suffer like this!

But it's useless to be sad, the coach has already started teaching without saying a word.As expected of a veteran officer, the coach fell to the ground with a bang, and his quick and powerful movements shocked everyone on the spot.

After the teaching of the three tactical movements of low posture, high posture and side posture was completed, everyone applauded enthusiastically without saying a word.

Different from the worries and fears when he first heard the news, the coach’s outstanding performance inspired the boy’s self-esteem and competitiveness: If you can’t do this, you don’t deserve to be in the airline class!

So the young eaglets started their crawling training in an orderly and stumbling manner.

I didn't get used to it at first, everyone's movements were jerky, strange and funny.Fortunately, although the coach was a bit fierce in his speech, he was still very patient when teaching, and he took the trouble to emphasize the essentials of movements and correct mistakes one by one.The movements of the students were improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the speed also slowed down visibly.

In the middle of the training, the coach gave the command to assemble, asking everyone to rest in place for a while, and walked away for a while.

As soon as the coach left, the atmosphere became relaxed and lively.Everyone pointed at each other's blue-yellow-yellow camouflage uniforms and laughed loudly.Everyone's body was covered with a layer of dirt, and the sweat and dust on their faces were mixed together, as if they had just finished a war, pitiful and ridiculous.And laughing and laughing, everyone felt exhausted belatedly, leaning on each other staggeringly, not in a team.

"Roll up your sleeves and show me." Zhang Yeran's voice suddenly came, low and trembling.

"It's okay..." Zhang Rui, who was standing in front of him, took a small step back and hid his arms behind his back.

Without saying a word, Zhang Yeran reached out and grabbed his wrist and pulled it up!

"Wait... let me go!" Zhang Rui's hands were restrained and he couldn't move, and he was forced to raise his hands, the elbows of the sleeves were a little black.

Zhang Yeran turned a deaf ear, wrapped his wrists with one hand, quickly undid the cuff button with the other hand, grabbed the sleeve and pulled it up.

During this process, the movement of the clothes encountered resistance. Zhang Rui frowned and let out an unbearable cry of pain. Everyone could see that his exposed forearms and elbows were covered with scratches, hideous wounds and bloodstains. It looked terrifying on the thin arms.

"Ah!" Yuan Jiawei yelled in horror, "Jiaojiao, why are you injured! Does it hurt..."

"You fucking shut up, all right!" Zhang Yeran was furious, and he raised his foot to kick him.

Zhuang Wenyao reacted quickly, he hugged the man by the waist in a Heimlich style, and distanced himself, thus avoiding a fight.

With Zhang Yeran's momentum at that moment, if that kick really landed on Yuan Jiawei, he would either be killed or injured.But the perpetrator himself still didn't give up, struggling like a mad dog in Zhuang Wenyao's arms.

Yuan Jiawei was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, and hid behind the fighting brothers: "Ye... Brother Ye, how did I offend you, do you want to kick me to death?"

Zhang Ye ignored him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Yao, relax." His body trembled with his breathing.

"I won't let go." Zhuang Wenyao circled him hard, with a serious expression, "Unless you promise, you won't go crazy anymore!"

"Okay, I promise." Zhang Yeran said patiently, "Let go!"

Just as Zhuang Wenyao let go, Zhang Yeran popped out of his arms all of a sudden, panting heavily with his head bowed, his complexion dark and unclear.

"What's going on?" Zhuang Wenyao walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Yuan Jiawei is mean, the first day you knew? Why are you angry with him?"

Zhang Ye didn't answer, but turned his head slightly and looked straight at Zhang Rui.

He seemed frightened by the sudden situation just now, staring blankly in their direction, his arms still half-raised, and the scars were faintly visible.

"Zhang Rui," Zhu Finance looked at his arm with a worried expression on his face, "I'll report to the coach later and accompany you back to the classroom to deal with it."

Zhang Rui woke up like a dream, put down his sleeves, his face was pale and sweaty, but he tried his best to smile: "No, I can still practice..."

"Why are you so stupid!" Zhang Ye ran over abruptly, grabbing his collar with both hands and forcing him to look at each other, "You're already like this, practice it!"

Zhang Rui's feet were floating, and he was almost dragged off the ground by him. When he met his fierce eyes that seemed to be eating people, his heart trembled fiercely, and he suddenly lost all strength, and two strings of tears fell down.

"You..." His eyes were stabbed by something he had never seen before, Zhang Yeran's pupils shrank suddenly, and he realized what he was doing instantly, and he also lost his strength.

Zhuang Wenyao was startled, and quickly rushed to pull him away: "What the hell are you doing!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yeran didn't struggle this time, and was at his mercy like a lost doll.

Half of the students in the two classes surrounded Zhang Yeran and the other half surrounded Zhang Rui. Although Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, they all asked for comfort.

Not long after, the instructor came back, and when he saw the battle, he frowned: "What's going on?"

Zhuang Wenyao was the first to raise his hand to report: "Report to the coach, classmate Zhang Rui is injured, I'm afraid I can't continue training."

"Injured?" The coach walked into the center of the crowd with a serious face, and everyone immediately gave way.

Zhang Rui was quite frightened, sitting on the ground shivering, weeping silently.

Seeing this, the coach's hard-hearted heart also loosened: "Is the injury serious? It's just a scratch. It's just because of this little thing, why cry like this?"

"..." Zhang Rui cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, she just shook her head.

Zhuang Wenyao cursed secretly in his heart: Originally, he was able to persevere, not because of this injury at all, he was scared to cry by Zhang Yeran's grandson!

"Squad leader, take him back to rest." The coach sighed, and when Zhang Rui passed by him, he patted Zhang Rui on the shoulder comfortingly, "A good man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, ha."

Zhang Rui closed his eyes and nodded vigorously.

"Others, continue training!"

"Yes--"

……

Zhuang Wenyao accompanies Zhang Rui to treat the wound.

Take him to the bathroom first, take off the soiled camouflage uniform, change into the Shanghai soul shirt and trousers, and rinse the wound with clean water.

Back in the classroom, I took out the medicine box and used iodophor to disinfect the poison three times from the inside to the outside.

Zhang Rui has a thin frame, but it is covered with a layer of well-defined muscles, so he is not thin, which is the result of continuous training day after day.But the fact that the skin is delicate cannot be changed in the short term.

Now the child was crying out of breath, the tears had stopped, and his breath was still convulsing.

Zhuang Wenyao sighed from the bottom of his heart, and smiled lightly on his face: "Okay! Try not to let the wound get wet these two days..."

Zhang Rui choked and said, "What about late self-study..."

Zhuang Wenyao slapped his forehead: That's right, they still have evening self-study and homework!

What human suffering is this!

"It's okay!" Zhuang Wenyao was heartbroken, forced a smile and took out two rolls of gauze and wrapped it around his forearm, "This way the wound will not rub against the table, and it will be more breathable. If the gauze is dirty, come to me to change it." .”

"Hmm...thank you, monitor..." The corner of Zhang Rui's mouth twitched, feeling aggrieved again, "Squad leader... am I particularly useless..."

Zhuang Wenyao immediately retorted: "Who said that?"

Zhang Rui twitched and said intermittently: "If it wasn't for me, the coach wouldn't, wouldn't give us more training and crawl forward... If I hadn't been injured, Brother Ye wouldn't, wouldn't be so angry... ...was discovered by the coach... woo..." The words were incoherent, and finally he himself sobbed.

Zhuang Wenyao understood.

For most of them, today's crawl is just an ordinary training session.However, Zhang Rui was under great psychological pressure because of the coach's words.

Because of his physique, he is prone to injuries.Although the body is weak, but the temper is strong.In order to keep pace with the group, they may persist until the end of training.

Whoever imagined it would be discovered by Zhang Yeran.

He was so angry that he almost got into a fight with Yuan Jiawei.

A person with a delicate mind like Zhang Rui can easily take all the responsibility on himself, and be tortured by remorse and guilt over and over again.

Zhang Yeran's shout was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back. It completely broke his heart that had been repeatedly lingering.

"Zhang Rui," Zhuang Wenyao said to him seriously, "even without you, there are plenty of people who think the training is too tiring. You don't know how uncomfortable the newcomers from class 2 are, and have bargained with the coach several times. "

Since the sophomore class in senior high school, many students from the ordinary class joined their aviation class.However, since they have not received the basic training in the first year of high school, it must be too much for them to go on the roller when they come up, and they complain all day long.The coach's extra training today is actually to hone them.As for students like Zhang Rui who gritted their teeth and persisted without complaint, the coach actually appreciated it from the bottom of his heart.

"So..." Zhang Rui asked tentatively, "Isn't today's extra training all because of me?"

"It has nothing to do with you, it's their business." Zhuang Wenyao said, "And your anti-dizziness training is very good."

"Really, is it true?" Zhuang Wenyao has the prestige as a monitor, so although Zhang Rui is not very confident, he still believes in his words.

"Of course! I know, you feel uncomfortable every time you finish training, but if you compare it, we are all like this, even more uncomfortable than you!" Zhuang Wenyao said seriously, "Don't think too much, just complete what you should do every day It’s fine. Get through the initial period and get used to it!”

"Well, I see..." Zhang Rui nodded heavily, still preoccupied.

"As for Zhang Yeran..." Thinking of what he did just now, Zhuang Wenyao was filled with anger, "You know his violent temper, but he is sick, and it's not for you, so don't worry about it."

A smile appeared on Zhang Rui's face: "Okay, thank you monitor..."

"It's okay!" Zhuang Wenyao stood up, "You take a good rest in the classroom, and I'll go to the cafeteria to bring you meals! I remember last year when I sprained my ankle, you brought me meals every day, and now it's my turn!"

Zhang Rui smiled gratefully: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome! What do you want to eat?"

"It's fine, just like you~"

"Roger that!"

Zhuang Wenyao changed his clothes and ran to the cafeteria.

This kid Zhang Rui is just too sensitive and polite, always unconsciously taking other people's issues onto himself.

This kind of him made Zhuang Wenyao think of someone.

Lu Zhiheng, come back quickly!

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