Senior help me chase him back

At the beginning of September, the imperial capital is still scorching hot, and the sweltering weather makes you sweat profusely even if you move outside.

Cheng Qiao's freshmen ushered in their first class during college - military training.

The military training of Beijing University was not carried out on the campus, but was thrown to a unit in the remotest west of the imperial capital the day before for a month-long training.

On the first day, Cheng Qiao and his roommates who were packing their clothes in the dormitory were full of fantasies about military training because they could use firearms during the military training, but Song Xiuyang, who had experienced the devil training once, only silently mourned Cheng Qiao from the sidelines.

"You'd better only take the clothes, and..." Song Xiu looked at Cheng Qiao deliberately, and said meaningfully, "I wish you good luck."

Cheng Qiao: "..."

Song Xiuyang's smile made his scalp tingle.

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Uniform dress, uniform goose steps, sonorous slogans, luxurious firearms, automated equipment...

and many more……

The above is all imagined by Cheng Qiao, but it is actually like this:

As soon as freshmen took the school bus, they were told by the counselor that they were not allowed to bring anything except clothes on the bus.

Everyone's mobile phones and money were confiscated on the spot, and their clothes were thoroughly screened.

Not to mention those students who tried to hide mobile phones or snacks, once they found out, they would be severely demerited, and half of their credits would naturally be deducted.

Cheng Qiao secretly rejoiced that she had listened to the senior's words, but at the same time silently mourned for herself.

Because of the sudden incident, he also hurriedly bid farewell to his game friends in the future. He has been away for a month, so one can imagine what it will be like when he comes back.

But that's okay, last time the "bad guy" broke the appointment, he paid it back this time.

Because Cheng Qiao was thinking about the game, when he stood in the military posture on the first day, he was severely raped by the instructor, and was deliberately picked out by the instructor as a negative teaching material.

Cheng Qiao was so annoyed that the school bully who had been sought after by tens of thousands of people since childhood was suddenly treated as a negative teaching material on the first day of military training.

But anger is anger, whoever let him distract himself is his fault, and he can only accept his fate.

However, it is not so easy to be a negative textbook. He stood alone for a whole day under the scorching sun.

On the second day, Cheng Qiao, who learned a lot from a pitfall, stood in the line with a high degree of concentration. Due to the punishment on the first day, he didn't dare to lose his mind.

But who knows, when Instructor Wang arrived, he was called out for self-criticism.

"..." And this operation?

Although Cheng Qiao was admitted to Peking University as a top student, he had never done this self-criticism.

So in the end, he continued to be punished to stand in a military posture because of his lack of understanding of the mistakes.

The third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day are still the same.

On the sixth day, Cheng Qiao didn't need the instructor to roll his name at all, and he consciously stood at the front of the team.

He has figured it out, if someone wants to punish you, whatever you do is wrong, why not accept it calmly.

stand!That's right!

Instructor Wang: "Very well, college students should have such awareness. I wanted you to stop standing in the military posture today, but seeing how cooperative you are, I will reluctantly meet your request today, and you will return to the team tomorrow."

Cheng Qiao: "..."

Depend on!He really wants to curse! ! !

......

"I think the instructor did it on purpose, and no one cares about the loud voices of the girls in the next class. Aren't you just distracted, and you were punished to stand for six days?" During dinner, Lu Minghui started nagging endlessly. .

Cheng Qiao, who was so weak after being punished, lay down on the table, stretched out five fingers to defend herself, and said, "It's five days, today is my voluntary." After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand and continued to pick the rice in the bowl.

Discipline in the army is really nothing to talk about. Cheng Qiao has been here for six days, and he will sleep all night without eating a full meal.

These soldiers are really not just playing around with money, they are playing with the students to death with money.

Not to mention the training during the day, you will be woken up for special training from time to time at night, not to mention eating, taking a bath and other small things.

In short, where is military training here, this shit is hell on earth.

"I think our instructor is jealous that you are taller and more handsome than him! Look at his short legs!"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

As soon as Lu Minghui finished speaking, their instructor Wang came to their desk.

"stand at attention!"

Cheng Qiao and the others swallowed the food in their mouths, and immediately got up from the table, each with their heads up and their chests up, looking ahead.

The classmates and alumni around looked at them one after another, the eyes on their faces were surprisingly unanimous, and they mourned for them.

"Yes, it seems that these six days were not in vain!" Instructor Wang patted Cheng Qiao's chest, and Cheng Qiao almost spit out the food in his stomach in pain.

"Relax—"

"stand at attention---"

"Sit down and continue eating. I just came to see you."

Lu Minghui looked at Instructor Wang suspiciously, wondering how much he had listened to what he had said badly about the instructor just now.

"Instructor Wang, are you really just here to express condolences?"

As soon as Lu Minghui blurted out his words, Cheng Qiao and Zheng Shaoyun looked at Instructor Wang.

"Ahem, ahem... there is something to do." A rare embarrassment appeared on the upright Instructor Wang's face.

"Cheng Qiao came to the office to find me after dinner." Please leave quickly after speaking.

After Instructor Wang left, the students in the cafeteria began to discuss again. Because Cheng Qiao was called by the instructor, he no longer had the appetite to eat, so he picked up the tray and got up to leave.

"Old Joe, what are you doing here?"

"No appetite, I'll go find Old Wang!"

Seeing Cheng Qiao's tragic back when he left, Lu Minghui couldn't bear it. He lifted the neck of Zheng Shaoyun who was eating sullenly, and said solemnly: "I feel that there is something tricky here. It just so happens that tonight is a group free activity. Time, you and I will go deep into the enemy camp to investigate, how about it?"

Zheng Shaoyun swallowed the food in his mouth, "Are you sure?"

Lu Minghui let out bold words: "For the sake of my friends, I will do anything! I am sure."

Cheng Qiao walked out of the cafeteria in a hurry. Standing at the intersection, he realized that he didn't know the office of Instructor Wang, and even he only knew that the instructor's surname was Wang.

This is good, he can only wander aimlessly in the army.

All the facilities in the army are militarized. Even the sycamore trees on both sides of the road are surprisingly consistent. Cheng Qiao even suspects that the gardener in this army must be a late-stage obsessive person.

He walked along the road and soon came to the playground where they were training.

He stopped by the playground, his eyes fell on the front podium, and he thought about running towards the podium.

Cheng Qiao stood on the podium and looked at the entire army. It was not so much an army, but a special military training place specially provided by the army for freshmen in the imperial capital.

Of course, they are not the only school that is training here, even the Beijing Institute of Technology where his parents are.

After getting off the podium, he headed north all the way. Since he couldn't find the instructors, he might find them in the instructors' dormitories.

Not long after he left, he saw a familiar figure at the entrance of a building in front of the instructor's dormitory.

"Song Xiuyang? Why is he here?"

"This guy shouldn't be in school? What's he doing in the army with a limp?"

Cheng Qiao, who was a curious baby, stopped and looked at the dormitory building that was close at hand, then turned her head decisively and walked towards Song Xiuyang.

Song Xiuyang is wearing a white shirt today, the collar is buttoned up neatly, and he is a bit more abstinent for being meticulous.

His hair seemed to be much longer than it was a week ago. Cheng Qiao was a little puzzled. He didn't need to observe a man so closely. His hair wouldn't grow much in a week.

He was talking on the phone with one hand. He didn't know what to say to the other party. He hung up the phone and walked towards the building.

Seeing this, Cheng Qiao followed him furtively until she watched Song Xiuyang walk into an office on the first floor.

Standing not far from the office, he saw the closed door and had to give up and turn around to leave.

"Old Qiao, so you are here!" At the exit on the first floor, Cheng Qiao bumped into Lu Minghui, Zheng Shaoyun and Instructor Wang.

Cheng Qiao was dumbfounded, "You guys, why are you here?"

At this time, Instructor Wang's mobile phone rang. Instructor Wang nodded to Cheng Qiao, and did not deliberately avoid it. He picked it up in front of them: "Well, I found it, and it's right beside me."

A deep voice sounded in the quiet corridor, he glanced at Cheng Qiao intentionally or unintentionally, and hung up the phone.

"I didn't expect you to be able to find this place. Come with me." Instructor Wang nodded to Cheng Qiao with satisfaction, and led them forward.

Cheng Qiao, who was confused, hurriedly pulled Zheng Shaoyun and Lu Minghui who were following behind, and asked, "What's the matter, why are you here?"

"After you left, Instructor Wang came again and called us both. Because we couldn't find you for a while, we came to the office first." Zheng Shaoyun explained.

Lu Minghui: "Not bad, you really found this office!"

Cheng Qiao touched his nose, can he say that he hit it by mistake?

Cheng Qiao wanted to tell them about Song Xiuyang, but unexpectedly, they stopped at the door of Song Xiuyang's room.

The door was opened, revealing Song Xiuyang's serious face, he was looking at them, no, it seemed to be looking at him.

"..." Why did he have this illusion?

"I found him for you, let's chat." Instructor Wang said something to Song Xiuyang before turning and leaving.

Wait, did Song Xiuyang call them here?

Song Xiuyang and Instructor Wang know each other?

Cheng Qiao was already doubtful, but with the appearance of Song Xiuyang, he became more and more confused.

Song Xiuyang glanced at Cheng Qiao, and the uneasiness in his heart slowly receded, "Come in." His face was much more relaxed than before.

The three of Cheng Qiao looked at each other at the same time, and Lu Minghui led the way into the so-called Instructor Wang's office.

The office is really an office, with a table, a chair, a bench, simple lockers, and hangers against the wall.

Song Xiuyang closed the door of the office when the three of them walked in.

"sit down."

The three of Cheng Qiao sat on the bench restrained like kittens, as if they were being trained.

Song Xiuyang glanced at them helplessly, walked to the desk, and took out a bulging backpack from the cabinet under the desk.

The three of Cheng Qiao didn't understand why, they just stared at Song Xiuyang's movements.

Song Xiuyang opened the schoolbag and took out a lot of snacks and drinks. When they saw the canned meat being taken out of the backpack one by one, the trio on the bench could no longer sit still.

"Senior, this... is this all for us?" The foodie Lu Minghui was the first to react, he wished he could open the can of meat immediately and take a bite.

The food in the army can only be regarded as edible. Compared with the delicious food in the school cafeteria, it is completely different. They have lived here for almost a week, and they have not seen anything except a small amount of pitiful minced meat.

"These are for us?" Cheng Qiao stared at the canned meat in Lu Minghui's hand, and swallowed subconsciously.

Seeing Cheng Qiao's future, Song Xiuyang couldn't help laughing.

He took out two cans and put them in the hands of Cheng Qiao and Zheng Shaoyun respectively. He took out disposable chopsticks and put them in Cheng Qiao's hands. His eyes were warm and his voice was soft. His eyes fell on Cheng Qiao's thin face. Moved forbearance.

"Eat, eat first and then talk."

Lu Minghui wolfed down the canned meat by himself, and said vaguely: "Senior Song, you are my god, you are my real father!"

Zheng Shaoyun was full of tears: "Senior Song, thank you!"

Cheng Qiao: "Senior Song, are you a little fairy?"

Song Xiuyang took out a bottle of apple-flavored Fanta, wiped the cap of the bottle carefully with a handkerchief, unscrewed the cap, put it in front of Cheng Qiao, and smiled.

"Or you can call me Doraemon."