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The eastern suburb is a police base, which is used by various police academies as a training base for students. Every year, the youth training of the chief police officer is held here.

Youth training—it sounds a bit like a winter camp, but it can actually be said to be approved in advance, and the good seedlings are selected first among the senior high school students across the country, and a group of people are selected, and intensive training is carried out from December to March of the next year There is an assessment at the end of the youth training. Passing the final exam is equivalent to getting the admission notice of the chief police officer in advance. As long as you can pass the undergraduate entrance examination in June, you can enter the chief police officer.

The location in the eastern suburbs is remote, and when the 521 bus arrived at the terminal, Shangchu got off the bus and looked around at a vast wasteland. From time to time, a farmer uncle driving a tractor passed by the roadside, wearing a green cotton cap and smiling happily at him. Laugh, leaving behind a billowing black smoke.

"..."

No matter how good his sense of direction is, he is indeed a bit lost in this hellish place.

Just as he was circling at the bus stop, the next bus No. 521 came slowly, and a young man jumped out of the bus. He was tall and handsome, with a shiny earring on his left ear and a necklace hanging around his neck. Headphones, wearing a dark blue assault jacket, carrying a huge hiking bag, with excitement and anticipation written all over his face.

He stomped his feet to warm up his body, and then repeated the same process as Shang Chu just now—twisting his neck and looking around, the expectant expression on his face was gradually replaced by bewilderment, and then he coughed because of the tractor exhaust.

Shang Chu leaned against the stop sign, feeling a little funny in his heart.

The young man scratched his head, and turned around to see another person here. His eyes lit up, rekindling the little flame of hope, and he stepped forward and asked, "Student, how can I get to the Eastern Suburb Police Base?"

"Student," Shang Chu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his palm, and took a puff with his head bowed, "Coincidentally, I'm also looking for this place."

The little flame in the boy's eyes went out as soon as it was ignited, and he asked, "Are you also here to participate in the chief police youth training?"

Shang Chu nodded, and then looked at the electronic watch he was carrying: "It's twenty past nine, and there are less than four hours left before we are fired."

"Puchi—" the young man was amused by his serious joke, and he put Shang Chu's shoulder familiarly, "What's your name? I know you!"

The smell of Alpha pheromone came over his nostrils. Shang Chu was not used to such a close distance, so he took a step to the side calmly: "Shang Chu, Shang of Fengshang, Chu of Qin Muchu."

"Fuck! You are Shang Chu?!" The young man was obviously nervous, not only didn't realize Shang Chu's evasive action, but put his arms around his shoulders and moved towards him, saying in an intimate tone, "You are the one No.1?! Awesome!"

"Thank you, it's okay."

"I'm Song Yao," the young man introduced himself cheerfully, "it's just... Yao, Shun Yu's Yao."

"Oh, hello." Shang Chu nodded.

Song Yao looked at him with burning eyes, and Shang Chu felt goosebumps all over his body when he saw him. After thinking about how enthusiastic he was, he seemed a little cold and rude in comparison, so he stiffened again. Hold back a sentence: "nicetomeetyou?"

Song Yao blurted out without thinking: "nicetomeetyoutoo, howareyou?"

"..." Shang Chu answered, "I'm fine and you?"

"I...I..." Song Yao sighed for a long time without uttering a single word, "How do I continue the next sentence?"

Shang Chu shrugged, expressing his helplessness: "I can only recite this far."

This very international conversation with Chinese and English came out of nowhere. Both of them stared at each other with question marks on their faces. A tractor rumbled by next to them. They were sprayed in the face by black exhaust and coughed face to face for a long time. Looking up at the other party's embarrassed look, he laughed out loud at the same time.

"Hey," Song Yao bumped into his shoulder, "You really haven't heard of me? Song Yao! I'm the No.3! The one with thirteen points behind you!"

Shang Chu was taken aback, touched his nose, he really didn't remember.

He has always only cared about No.1, rankings other than the top of the list are not within his focus.

Song Yao knew the answer when he saw his reaction, and waved his hands carelessly: "Forget it, forget it, our most important thing now is to find the way!"

Shang Chu nodded, and stretched out a hand towards the front: "Please look for it."

There was a corn field ahead, and Song Yao looked around on tiptoe and said with emotion: "Khrushchev has never seen so much corn..."

Shangchu just thought that this kid is quite educated, and he probably did a good job in cultural lessons, when he saw Song Yao take a small WeChat video of the cornfield, and then sent a voice message to the person on the other end, saying: "Daddy , let Khrushchev see, a lot of corn!"

"..." Shang Chu couldn't help asking, "Who is Khrushchev?"

"My Pomeranian loves corn."

Shangchu was at a loss for words, and asked after a while, "Why is a dog called Khrushchev?"

"My old man started it," Song Yao said with a look of reason, "You also think this name is a mouthful, don't you? Let me tell you, it might as well be called Wangcai!"

Shang Chu sincerely suggested: "Khrushchev is better."

It's really hard to find a way in this ghost place, so the two of them walked together on a relatively flat road, and met a kind old man who came back from the market on the way, drove them for a ride in a tractor, and sent them to the police base on time the door.

The two thanked the uncle and went to the report office by the gate.

There were only about forty people admitted to the youth training nationwide this time. There was a table at the registration office, with a man and a woman sitting behind it, and four students were filling out the form.

"What is your name?"

"Song Yao!"

"Shang Chu."

The woman found their names on a list and ticked the back.

Shang Chu took a special look, half of the names on the list had already been ticked, it seemed that they were not too late.

"Certificates and photos," the woman tapped on the table, "take a pen to fill out a form, and get the clothes and quilt later."

The man sitting next to them handed them an information form and a pen respectively. Shang Chu and Song Yao handed over their ID cards and ID photos, and took the pen and paper to the table next to them to fill out the form.

"You can't bring this!"

"Teacher, I'm bringing the one for cutting fruit!"

"No, it's confiscated!"

"Look at this knife, it's not sharp at all, it's not dangerous!"

"It doesn't matter if the blade is sharp or not, it will be confiscated!"

......

As soon as Shang Chu wrote down "Male Alpha" in the "gender" column, he heard voices coming from the side. He looked up and saw that several students who had filled out the form just now were undergoing bag checks one by one.

He paused at the tip of his pen, why did he want to turn over the bag?

"Is it finished?" Song Yao leaned over and asked.

Shang Chu looked calm, put down his pen, and picked up his bag: "There's a public toilet outside, I'll go."

"You go," Song Yao turned his pen, "I'll help you look at the bag... hey?"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Chu quickly walked towards the public toilet with his backpack on his back. Song Yao murmured puzzledly: "I'm not afraid of unclean urine when I carry a bag..."

Shang Chu went to the public toilet, looked around for no one, and found more than a dozen needles and medicines hidden in the bag.

He thought for a while, stuffed some into the trousers on both sides, and then tucked the trousers into the shoes tightly.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the clothes were already thick, so there was nothing strange at first glance.

The remaining needles and medicines had to be hidden in the jacket, but Shangchu's padded jacket had no inner pockets, so it couldn't hold things.

A flash of inspiration came to his mind, he gritted his teeth and took off his coat, sweater and autumn clothes. His upper body was naked, and he planned to use his autumn clothes to make a waist bag, which would wrap the needle tube and medicine and tie it on his stomach.

The dilapidated public toilet was ventilated from all sides, he was shivering and bowed his waist, just wrapped his things in his autumn clothes when the broken wooden board of the public toilet creaked.

He raised his head in astonishment and met another pair of astonished eyes.

Shang Chu shook his hands and almost spilled all the things on the ground.

He is really in a dilemma now, once he straightens up, the unwrapped things in his hands will definitely be found, so he can only continue to maintain the bowed posture, covering his underwear in his crotch.

Shang Chu wanted to cry, but what's more, this person was the one who was robbed in the morning!

"excuse me."

In a public toilet in the wilderness, a young man with his upper body bare, bent over in a strange posture, his hands seem to be placed in some indescribable place...

Bai Aize was stunned for a moment, but he had a good tutor, so he quickly adjusted his expression and explained, "I didn't know there was anyone here."

"I..." Shang Chu hesitated for a long time, "My stomach hurts!"

Stomach pain?Stomach pain, why are you shirtless?

"Well," Bai Aize also opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I'll go out first, you continue."

"......thanks."

Bai Aize walked out of the public restroom, but Shang Chu still couldn't let go of his breath, and that mortal victim came back again!

The two of them looked at each other with one standing and the other bowed.

"What's wrong?" Shang Chu's forehead was twitching.

"Sorry." Bai Aize was also a little embarrassed, "I forgot to close the door."

He closed the door intimately, and just took two steps out when he heard a violent "fuck" from the toilet.

Bai Aize: "..."