I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

During club activity time, four boys from the aviation department sat slumped on chairs in the office, with lazy expressions and tired limbs.

After a day of studying science courses, I went through another hour of physical training.

The double torture of "boyfriend and girlfriend" made me feel like my body was being hollowed out.

"Senior," the freshman in high school is more energetic, Xing Xiaochen poured two glasses of water for Zhuang Wenyao and Qin Haitian graciously, "I saw the seniors training today, and I feel... so hard."

"Alas..." Life is not easy, Zhuang Zhuang sighed, "Treasure your life in the first year of high school! It's easier to study and train, and there are more activities!"

To be honest, Xing Xiaochen and his freshmen have just finished their holidays and are still in the adaptation stage. They also complain about the high school homework and tired training every day.But compared with the seniors in the second year of high school, they are really nothing.

So in front of his seniors, he stopped complaining, picked up something happy and said, "Yes, the autumn sports meeting will be at the end of the month!"

Oh, and there's this thing.Chairman Chi Yi mentioned it at the regular meeting of the school council, but both Zhuang Wenyao and Qin Haitian are a bit Buddhist and have lost their desire for competitive sports.

"What are you going to do with the entrance ceremony for the seniors?" Wang Hao asked, looking for a topic.

"Entrance ceremony..." Zhuang Wenyao was a little unmotivated, "Let's punch."

"Military boxing? I think it's very good!" Xing Xiaochen said excitedly, "I just learned it during military training, which can save a lot of time for practicing!"

"Maybe it's true, but to be honest, every time we have an event, our aviation class punches, and it's a bit annoying after a year." Qin Haitian is also listless and loses interest. Climb over?"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled weakly: "Brother Haitian, you really dare to think! Our playground is a plastic track. If you really want to crawl over it, it's good if your clothes are torn, and your arms are probably bloody!"

Qin Haitian also shook his head and smiled wryly: "The god who crawls forward forever!"

"You can try to catch the hand!" Wang Hao said suddenly, "The program of the instructors at the welcome party is so cool to watch!"

His words opened the minds of Zhuang Wenyao and Qin Haitian: It seems that in the two orientation parties, the instructors have performed grappling hands.In contrast, the military boxing of the aviation class is very good.But the instructors will, why can't we?

"I think it's ok! In our aviation class, the freshmen of high school will definitely punch, and it would be too boring for us to fight too." Zhuang Wenyao said, "If you practice grappling well, the effect will be good!"

"That's right..." Qin Haitian thought deeply, "But the grappling hand is not easy. If you want to show it in the sports meeting, you have to start practicing now. But learning and training take time. In the current situation of our second year of high school, there is still Do you have any spare energy to practice grappling?"

"Well...it makes sense..." Zhuang Wenyao pointed to his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Then why don't we ask the students for their opinions first, and if there are more interested ones, we can discuss it with the instructor and watch the physical training. Can you set aside a little time to practice grappling hands when you are here?"

The two monitors reached an agreement.

Back in the classroom at night, Zhuang Wenyao first communicated with Zhang Yeran, the sports committee.

"Okay, it doesn't matter, I have no objection." Zhang Yeran buried his head in the math problem and answered without raising his head.

"Is it interesting to copy a formula so many times?" Zhuang Wenyao mercilessly exposed him, "Aren't you going to talk about it?"

"What?" Zhang Yeran pretended to be stupid.

Zhuang Wenyao held back his temper: "It happened during training. What the hell are you..."

"I'm sick!" Zhang Yeran cocked his stool legs, looking foolish, "I'm sick, don't worry about me!"

Zhuang Wenyao's blood pressure went up: "Is your illness related to Zhang Rui and Yuan Jiawei? Are you blaming others?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yeran suddenly took a deep breath, buried his face in the palms of his hands, raised his head after a long while, his eyes turned red, "Damn me! I'm going to make an apology to them, and let them do whatever I owe him." Call back, okay?" As he spoke, he was about to get up.

Zhuang Wenyao saw that he was not in the right state, and apologizing at this time might not ease the relationship, but would make the quarrel even more rigid, so he pulled him back and pressed him on the chair: "Don't recruit people. Let's settle the entrance ceremony first, and do it. Do something you should do?"

Zhang Yeran was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

……

I was too tired today, and the efficiency of evening self-study was very low. Many people took the vocabulary back to the dormitory to copy.

That night, the atmosphere in 311 was very unusual. The three of them were writing together on the table under the bed, and only Zhang Yeran was playing games in the bathroom.

"Fuck, what's the situation with the jungler on the other side? Is it too good? A primary school student! Is there too little homework? Why don't you learn to play games at night..."

"..." Even though Zhuang Wenyao was wearing earplugs, he could still clearly hear his yelling. Just as he was about to get up, he caught a glimpse of the profiles of Zhang Rui and Zhu Finance concentrating on their books. After thinking about it, he sat back.

No one cares about him at all, and I don't bother to care!

There were 5 minutes before the lights were turned off. Everyone put down their pens, packed up their things, hurriedly went to the balcony to wash up, and tried to go to bed before the lights were turned off.

Zhang Rui wanted to go to the bathroom, but Zhang Yeran was still playing games inside, screaming.

"..." Zhang Rui took a deep breath, summoned up the courage to knock on the door, "Brother Ye, can you let me go in and use the bathroom?"

Zhang Yeran was wearing earphones and couldn't hear anything: "*You* dare to take my head? I want you to kneel down and call Dad!"

"..." Zhang Rui frowned, gave up, and planned to go to the public restroom outside.

Zhuang Wenyao, who was washing up, couldn't stand it any longer, and knocked hard on the door with his toothbrush in his mouth: "Zhang Yeran, get out of here!!!"

"You fucking—"

Zhang Yeran looked impatient, and was about to explode, but when he opened the door, he saw Zhang Rui standing in front of the door awkwardly, with an aggrieved and embarrassed expression on his face, and he was stunned.

Zhuang Wenyao was too lazy to talk to him: "Zhang Rui, go ahead, leave him alone." He turned around and spit foam into the washbasin.

"..." Zhang Rui looked at Zhang Yeran's expression of suffocating anger, and then remembered what happened in the afternoon, his eyes started to sore again like a conditioned reflex, and he wiped it vigorously in a hurry.

Zhang Yeran panicked immediately: "You..."

The two were deadlocked by the door frame of the bathroom, both at a loss, when Zhang Rui suddenly took a step back and bowed deeply to him unexpectedly!

Zhang Ye was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Rui straightened up with red eyes: "Brother Ye, I don't know where I offended you and made you unhappy, but I really didn't mean it! I apologize to you, I'm sorry! If it's because of training, I can really Persevere, you won’t delay the progress of the group! If it’s because of something else, just tell me directly, and I’ll definitely change it! Brother Ye, don’t be angry with me again, okay?” There was a cry in the words, but every word sincere.

Zhu Finance had just finished washing, and was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to go over to persuade him, but was held back by Zhuang Wenyao.

Zhuang Wenyao winked at him, and pulled him both off the balcony and back into the house.

Zhang Rui is stubborn, strong, sensitive and slender. If he intervenes at this time, he is afraid that he will be provoked to cry.In addition, although Zhang Yeran has a bad temper and loves to use his temper, he is not a person who does not know what is good and what is bad.Zhang Rui didn't do anything wrong at all, and now that he has achieved this step, if he does anything to others, he will be too impersonal!

Sure enough, Zhang Yeran lowered his head and covered his mouth in shame, took a breath, wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Zhang Rui probed: "Brother Ye?"

Zhang Yeran suddenly smiled angrily and sadly, shook his head like self-deprecating, and said to himself: "It's obviously my fault, but I still need you to come and apologize to me, I'm really amazing..."

"Ah?" Zhang Rui didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said!" Zhang Yeran suddenly raised his voice, slapped him heavily on both shoulders, and stopped avoiding looking directly at him, "I should apologize to you! I was wrong! Yes, yes..."

Unlike Zhang Rui who was polite and polite to everyone, Zhang Yeran hated saying this kind of "nonsense" the most, and stumbled when he apologized seriously.

"Thank you for forgiving me!" Zhang Rui also knew this, and immediately stopped him, "Brother Ye is about to turn off the lights, I want to go to the toilet, can you..."

Zhang Ye suddenly woke up like a dream: "Go!" quickly pushed the person into the toilet and closed the door for him.

Zhang Rui's voice came through the door: "Thank you, Brother Ye!"

"You're welcome!" Zhang Yeran's tone returned to his usual casual tone, he went to wash up by the sink, and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you being so polite? They're all from the same dormitory..."

Seeing that the two finally resolved their misunderstanding, Zhuang Wenyao and Zhu Finance also looked at each other and smiled.

Zhuang Wenyao laughed in his heart: He is a real man who can bend and stretch. On this point, Zhang Yeran is really far inferior to Zhang Rui!

……

After a short episode, everything finally got on track.

The grappling hand as the entrance ceremony of the sports meeting has been unanimously agreed by everyone, and even the coach allows a part of the physical training time to learn the grappling hand.

In this way, the original anti-vertigo training volume is reduced by half.For everyone who has been devastated, this is undoubtedly a great gift, and even the learning of grappling hands has become a relaxation.

The grappling hand is a two-person confrontation, Zhuang Wenyao and Zhang Yeran are in a team, Zhang Rui and Zhu Finance are in a team.

After a period of systematic teaching and training, everyone can fight from the beginning to the end, and they still need to unify the formation and momentum of the company.

During the free practice time, without the abnormal anti-vertigo training and crawling forward, the atmosphere on the training ground is particularly joyful.

While fighting with Zhuang Wenyao, Zhang Yeran chatted, "Who came up with the idea of ​​capturing hands?"

"Wang Hao mentioned it first, Haitian and I both think it's good." Zhuang Wenyao said.

"That's right, the juniors are pretty smart!" Zhang Yeran turned his head in the direction of Class 2, "Look at Liu Chang and the others."

"Liu Chang and the others" of course refers to the young lovers from Class 2.Zhuang Wenyao rolled his eyes impatiently: "What do I see them doing?"

Zhang Yeran smiled maliciously: "Take a look." He changed his position by grabbing, and let Zhuang Wenyao face them.

Now Zhuang Wenyao saw it even if he didn't want to see it: Liu Chang and Yang Nan were a team, but they were different from the swiftness and fierceness of the others, and their movements were the softest and most lackluster.

"..." Zhuang Wenyao looked away speechlessly, and threw a throw over his shoulder, "Why did you put them into a group? What kind of flirtatious flirtatious fists are these?"

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Yeran fell to the ground, but as if he didn't feel anything, he laughed heartlessly, "Believe it or not, the two of them will have to separate sooner or later! The two of us in class can't stand it anymore, Showing it to the whole school, it's a shame!"

Sure enough, Qin Haitian, who led the team, shouted with a serious face: "Liu Chang! Change with Wang Yuan!"

No one in Class 2 knew what was going on, and the team immediately booed.

Liu Chang exchanged positions expressionlessly. When facing his new partner, he suddenly changed into a different person, or he changed back to his original appearance. "I have to yell.

Zhuang Wenyao rolled his eyes to the sky: What kind of large-scale double-standard scene is this!

Unexpectedly, Yang Nan still applauded his boyfriend like no one else: "Brother is so amazing!"

On Liu Chang's calm face, a hint of mirth flashed away, the corners of his mouth turned up coldly, and he threw a shoulder throw, giving the "enemy" the final blow.

"Damn it—" I can't take it anymore, everyone can't take it anymore: Is this grappling?This is clearly killing dogs!

The spectators, who had been stuffed with dog food, booed one after another, and it spread to their class 1. Several boys shouted while paddling:

"My brother is so strong, it hurts me so much~"

"Tsk, I really want to do you hard~"

"Come on bro, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower~"

"Wild baby..."

The corners of Zhuang Wenyao's mouth twitched and couldn't stop, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Brother Dei, put on some clothes! Practice hard, and go to dinner early after practice!"

The short-legged brother promised again and again: "Okay, okay, why not! Listen to the monitor and train hard!"

Turning around, she snickered, "He's sour, he's sour!"

"..." Zhuang Wenyao was speechless: Who is sour?He was just overwhelmed!

But the family agreed well, but they still kept talking nonsense: "What's for dinner, brother?"

"Whatever you want to eat, we'll eat whatever you want! My brother is up to you~"

"Wuwu loves your brother! What~"

"..." Zhuang Wenyao went numb, and suddenly felt like a tiger and wolf around him: what kind of people are around him!

Wuwuwu Lu Zhiheng, when will you come back, I miss you so much brother!

Wait, what brother?I'm infected too? !

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The author has something to say:

At this time, Lu Zhiheng was on his way on horseback (bushi

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Thanks to little angel Yijin for the 77 bottles of nutrient solution!Thanks to the little angel Tong Yao under the moonlight for a bottle of nutrient solution!Thank you Qiang Zhou for the 1 bottles of nutrient solution!Ton ton ton ton ton ton!I can drink so much!Please keep watering me (bushi