Senior help me chase him back

"puff!"

Cheng Qiao, who took a sip of Fanta, spat it out.

Song Xiuyang quickly handed over the tissue.

Cheng Qiao hurriedly wiped off the water stains from the corner of her mouth, and smiled coquettishly, "Senior, it's more suitable for you to be serious."

"is it?"

Looking at Cheng Qiao's messy hair, Song Xiuyang couldn't help reaching out to smooth it out for him, but due to his current position, he had better not act too hastily.

Cheng Qiao is notoriously slow to eat, even if he was asked not to eat meat for a week, he still maintained his usual calm look.

But when Song Xiuyang saw from the surveillance in the cafeteria that the person lying on the table was eating the rice in the bowl bite by bite, he finally knew why he sat in the car for two hours, carrying a bag of delicious food, and endured Running here with sore legs.

Yes, he felt distressed.

"Senior?" Cheng Qiao noticed that Song Xiuyang was looking at her, thinking that he also wanted to eat meat. After thinking about it, he generously pushed the canned food in front of Song Xiuyang, "Do you want to eat some too, senior?"

This guy was much thinner than a week ago, and the faint blue color under his eye sockets made Song Xiuyang frown slightly.

"Senior?"

"I don't need it, you can eat it." Song Xiuyang slightly raised the hand hanging on the right side, and then put it down again.

Thinking about Beijing University's unwritten military training regulations, he wished he could kick the door of the principal's house.

"How many days have you been standing?" Song Xiuyang finally suppressed the turmoil in his heart, sat on a chair beside him, and asked seemingly casually.

Cheng Qiao was stunned for a moment, confused by Song Xiuyang's sudden question.

"Punishment standing." Song Xiuyang spit out these two words lightly.

"Oh, six days." Cheng Qiao glanced at Song Xiuyang hesitantly, and then returned to the meat in front of him. He has been picky eaters since he was a child. Although the canned meat is delicious, if he eats too much, that's it.

Song Xiuyang glanced at him thoughtfully.

"No, just now in the cafeteria, who said it was five days out of righteous indignation?"

Cheng Qiao was exposed by his friend on the spot, feeling a little embarrassed, "Didn't you just say that they are all the same?"

"That's true." Lu Minghui looked at Song Xiuyang suspiciously with his whole eyes intact, "Senior, how do you know that Old Qiao was punished to stand?"

Song Xiuyang withdrew his thoughts and raised his eyebrows at these guys. It seems that they still don't know about this.

"It's an unwritten rule of Beijing University. Every time they do military training, they will find someone to be their target. It's just to warn the freshmen not to be arrogant and self-sufficient. Usually, the person who is found is either a school grassroots or a top student. The year before last was me, This year it's Cheng Qiao."

When Cheng Qiao heard this, he immediately lost his appetite. He looked back at the two guys who were still eating with their heads down, and was speechless for a while.

Ganqing grows up well and has good grades, and he became a mistake when he arrived at Beijing University. He was a living target for five days in vain! ! !

No! It was six days, and he also bought five and got one free, which was a day of self-compensation!

Cheng Qiao suddenly thought of something, and looked at Song Xiuyang curiously, "Senior, you mean you were also punished to stand, how many days have you been punished?"

When Cheng Qiao said it, the bench duo who bowed their heads to eat also looked expectantly at Song Xiuyan.

Is this slapping yourself in the face?

Song Xiuyan touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably, lowered his voice, and said, "One week."

Lu Minghui: "One week? Old Qiao, the senior has one more day than you."

Song Xiuyan: ...

Cheng Qiao glared at this heartless person, "Hehe...it seems that the senior is more handsome than me."

"Maybe your grades are better than yours." Lu Minghui added.

The atmosphere became extremely delicate, and Cheng Qiao could only stick to her face, looking for a way out for their parents.

He remembered Song Xiuyang's advice to him before the military training and suddenly said with a bitter face, "Hehe... I finally understand what you mean by wishing you good luck."

Song Xiuyang got up, finally put his hand on his shoulder, stared at him, and patted his shoulder.

"Oh?" Cheng Qiao's deep and magnetic voice sounded, "I think you only understand a third of it."

The deep and charming eyes flashed cunningly, which made Cheng Qiao tremble.

Cheng Qiao had a bad feeling, "...I want to go home."

"Boom!" A room full of people slammed on the ground.

After a while of laughing, the bench trio left the office contentedly after eating and drinking.

Standing in front of the office building, the three of them invited Song Xiuyang to revisit his old place with flowers and Buddha offerings.

Song Xiuyang looked at the place that even dogs disliked, and refused with righteous words.

He has no "story" about this place, and he doesn't want to revisit it. The summer two years ago was a nightmare for him.

"Okay, you guys go first, I'll wait for a friend. If I'm not wrong, you must be thrilling enough tonight."

The three of Cheng Qiao glanced suspiciously. Because of Song Xiuyang's care for them before, they believed in his words.

Cheng Qiao looked calm: Well, no one can escape.

Lu Minghui forced: I still want to find my real wife tonight.

Zheng Shaoyun struggled: I just want to go back to school.

The expressions of the three people were different, but it made Song Xiuyang's trip worthwhile. He straightened the straps of his backpack, looked at the car coming to pick him up not far away, and prepared to leave under the watchful eyes of the three people.

When he walked to Cheng Qiao's side, Song Xiuyang deliberately stopped and asked, "Don't you like eating canned food?"

Cheng Qiao was taken aback for a moment before realizing, "No, no, I just can't get used to it."

"Oh, I'll come to see you next week and I'll bring you lunch here."

Song Xiuyang left a word calmly, and limped towards a military vehicle in front, but the three people who were left behind were speechless with surprise on their faces.

Lu Minghui put his hand on Cheng Qiao's shoulder and asked, "Old Qiao, does Senior Song know anyone in the army?"

Cheng Qiao watched the figure get into the car and disappeared from sight, and asked, "What do you think?"

Lu Minghui: "I definitely know each other, but what did he mean by what he said just now? He will come next week?"

Cheng Qiao: "Just the literal meaning."

Lu Minghui: "It's not relative, why is he so kind?"

Zheng Shaoyun looked up and down at Cheng Qiao who was standing on the left side, "Maybe it's because of the same fate, it's pitiful for us."

Cheng Qiao firmly believes in the words "connected with fate".

That night really answered Song Xiuyang's words, this night was simply a place for Cheng Qiao and the others.

It was agreed to have free activities in the evening, and to have a good rest, but who would have thought that the instructors would use different methods to punish them.

For the girls at the school, they are really free to move around and have a good rest, but for the boys, they were taken to a nearby mountain by the instructors to start a night of camping activities.

Freedom is freedom, but rest is fine. In summer, there are mosquitoes everywhere in the mountains and forests. Even if they bring tents, they can't sleep all night.

Not to mention being pulled out by the instructors for field training in the middle of the night, several boys from the chemistry department next door cried and begged for mercy.

The boys who spent the night on the mountain were specially allowed to sleep for a day and a night when they returned to the dormitory the next day.

But it was strange to say that after a night of camping activities, everyone united a lot, and the students who cried and shouted that it was unfair to go back to school also settled down.

Now that they are well-behaved, they really look like soldiers.

Cheng Qiao has not been named as a target by the instructor since camping. Although he is tired and hard-working on weekdays, he still has a goal.

A week later, Song Xiuyan came as scheduled, and Cheng Qiao and the others gathered together until they saw a table full of delicious food.

"Senior, we love you!" The three blurted out.

Song Xiuyang was taken aback by those unrestrained words, and he smiled helplessly.

One month is neither long nor short, and Cheng Qiao soon ushered in returning to school.

Of course, they also have a farewell party before returning to school.

The farewell party of Beijing University is ingenious every year. There is no square team, let alone the so-called military song. Instead, the night before the students are about to leave, a grand ceremony is held for them in their practice field. Campfire.

This night, none of the principals, deans, life standing committee members, etc. of Peking University will come. Only the school's student union and student representatives from various departments will come.

According to their principal, the one-month closed training should let these children relax.

Of course, with the care of the instructors, these students who let the wind will not have any troubles.

Cheng Qiao and the others were arranging clothes in the dormitory and rehearsing the evening program by the way. As a top student, Cheng Qiao was naturally named and arranged for the project.

"Is Cheng Qiao there? Someone is looking for him!" A schoolmate in camouflage uniform stood outside the door and shouted at the door of their dormitory.

Cheng Qiaohu put down the numbered notation in his hand and went out to check.

"Student, who is looking for me?" Before finishing speaking, the classmate who called for help ran away in a hurry, leaving Cheng Qiao standing alone at the door feeling bewildered.

When he turned to go back to the dormitory, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Cheng Qiao!"

Cheng Qiao was overjoyed, and turned around, and sure enough, she saw Song Xiuyang wearing a sportswear not far away.

"Senior! Why did you come?" He ran quickly, the irritability on his face faded, and his brows were beaming with joy.

"Follow the student union, come and see you."

Cheng Qiao's height of 180 was slightly shorter than Song Xiuyang's by seven centimeters. Standing in front of Song Xiuyang felt like a little bird.

"The senior belongs to the student union? Isn't that right? Could it be that our information is wrong?"

Ever since Song Xiuyang visited the squad three times during their military training and rescued them from fire and water, Cheng Qiao naturally introduced the senior as a confidant, and even spoke more casually.

Song Xiuyang pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "I was invited by the student union to be a rescuer, saying that I was a school grass."

Cheng Qiao raised her eyebrows, "That's right, the senior is so handsome, not only girls, but also many boys who like you."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qiao's words made Song Xiuyang dumbfounded for half a minute.

Song Xiuyang laughed awkwardly, and changed the subject, "How about going to the playground together?"

"Oh, okay, the senior may have to wait for us first, we haven't finished cleaning up the housework yet."

"Well, go to your dormitory."

There are a total of 12 students living in Cheng Qiao's dormitory, and they are all Cheng Qiao's classmates.

When Cheng Qiao brought Song Xiuyang to the dormitory, Lu Minghui and the others were tinkering with the musical instruments in their hands. Because they were temporarily ordered, they had to quickly clean up the housework, leaving more time for rehearsal.

"Senior is here!" Seeing Song Xiuyang, Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun stood up excitedly and walked towards Song Xiuyang attentively.

They were the same as Cheng Qiao, they had long regarded Song Xiuyang as their own father.

How can you not pour water to greet your father when he comes?

In the end, this arduous and glorious task fell on Zheng Shaoyun's shoulders.

Looking at Lu Minghui's flattering face, Zheng Shaoyun wished he could find a mobile phone to take a picture of him and show it to his wife.

He came to the table where the cups were placed, glanced at everyone's cups, and his eyes fell on Cheng Qiao's cup.

Song Xiuyang's name is well-known in the whole school. As a freshman, he was able to see the school's influential figures during the military training. It was naturally exciting. So when Zheng Shaoyun returned from pouring water, he saw Song Xiuyang being beaten by a room full of people. People gathered around Cheng Qiao's bed.

"Senior, drink tea."

No. [-] dog-leg Lu Minghui quickly took the cup from Zheng Shaoyun's hand, and handed it to Song Xiuyang attentively. Turning around, he still didn't forget to scold Zheng Shaoyun, "Pour some water, why is it so slow, you went to the South Pole?"

"You know I'm slow, but you still let me go?"

Lu Minghui was blocked for a while and couldn't speak, he gave Zheng Shaoyun a hard look

"Senior, drink water, drink water!"

Song Xiuyang looked at the water glass and frowned slightly, "Well, just leave it alone, I'm not thirsty."

The ignorant Cheng Qiao looked at the familiar cup and quickly stopped him, "Minghui, what are you doing with my cup!"

"Reciprocity, let the senior also pay you a cup."

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The author has something to say: Song Song: Look at my wife is hungry and thin, don't worry, my husband is bringing you meat.

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