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Shang Chu lay on his back on the bed, a little upset.

What do you mean by "throwing his towel and you have to be responsible for him"?If it really counted, didn't Bai Aize also throw his towel?

Who knows what kind of ghost he was obsessed with just now, if he had known that he would also go up to patch Bai Aize's towel.

Shangchu turned over and saw the black anti-smog mask again. He frowned and stuffed the mask under the pillow.

He didn't like to owe favors to others, so the towel was regarded as returning Bai Ai Ze's mask.

There was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, probably Bai Aize was changing clothes.

He just came back from a run, drenched in sweat, and when he took off his coat, the smell of pheromones came up suddenly, and Shang Chu felt that there was a numb tendon in the back of his neck being pinched by someone's hand , The feeling of over-electricity surged rapidly from the fingertips.

He immediately took out the mask pressed under the pillow and put it on again, grabbed the edge of the bed, and said in a muffled voice: "The one downstairs, can't you take a shower first?"

Bai Aize's shirt was halfway off, the hem was pulled up to his chest, and the lean muscles of his lower abdomen were clearly visible.

Shang Chu looked at Bai Aize's abdominal muscles, and thought in surprise that this second young master has a good figure, and he knew that he was trained in the gym, so he probably spent a lot of money on finding a personal trainer.

——It’s just that you can’t help but watch.

Shang Chu smacked his lips, this kind of muscle is hard, it should be good for boxing.

Sensing Shang Chu's gaze, Bai Aize put down his jacket slowly, put one hand on the edge of the upper bunk bed, and asked leisurely, "Student Shang, do you have a big opinion on my pheromone?"

Shang Chu stretched out his hand to open the window at the head of the bed, and the cold wind "huh" came in, diluting Alpha's extremely oppressive smell, and Shang Chu then felt a little better.

"Actually not." Shang Chu stretched his head out of the window, took a breath, then retracted his head, and gave a serious evaluation, "Objectively speaking, it just...doesn't smell very good."

Bai Aize nodded and asked, "Does that look good?"

Shang Chu stretched his head out again to take a breath of air-conditioning, and asked, "What's good or not?"

Bai Aize pointed to his lower abdomen, and asked with a half-smile: "This, is it good-looking?"

Shang Chu's expression froze for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes contemptuously, and said lightly: "It's okay to take a casual look."

Bai Aize nodded, said with a smile, "It should not be as good as Shang's classmate."

Shang Chu gave him a look of "It's good that you know", and then stretched his head out of the window to breathe.

There is only one shower room on the first floor, and there are eight cubicles in total. There is no door. When taking a shower, you just stand naked under the shower head. Even if you have a hemorrhoid, it can be clearly seen by the people around you.

Bai Aize was not used to this kind of simple and rude big bathhouse, so he planned to take a shower later.

He opened a book, and before he finished a page, Shang Chu's muffled voice under the mask came from above his head: "Hey, I said you really don't plan to take a shower first?"

"I'm different from my classmates." Bai Aize didn't look up, "I'm not interested in casually looking at the bodies of other classmates."

boom--

There was a sound of kicking off the upper bunk.

Bai Aize didn't move in all directions, and leisurely flipped through a page of the book.

In the end, Bai Aize didn't use the small light green cotton towel, but Shang Chu felt at ease.

Qin Sinian looked like a pampered young master, and the towels he brought were also good things, soft and soft, and didn't rub his face at all.

On the other hand, Song Yao, a stinky and shameless person, came to wipe his small cotton towel openly, and hung his own white towel on the bedside to wipe his feet.

Once training is on track, time flies by.

Shang Chu did not dare to slack off in the slightest, he has always been a person with no distractions, and once he has set a goal, he will do his best to do his best.He gets up at 05:30 every morning to run in the morning. Song Yao felt that it was very fresh at first, and he also ran with Shang Chu in the early days. After running for two days, he gave up and chose to lie in the warm bed for an extra hour.

Unexpectedly, Bai Aize also has this habit, but his schedule is different from Shang Chu's. He goes out for a night run at ten o'clock every night, and returns to the dormitory on time before the lights are turned off at 11:30, without a day's interruption.

From the next day, Qin Sinian also went out with him and came back together, as if he had become Bai Aize's little follower.

Jiang Xuecheng and the others were already unhappy with Bai Aize, so they even targeted Qin Sinian, and taunted them both inside and out, saying that Qin Sinian thought that Bai Aize's family had money and background, and he was always trying to please this airborne Bing, the entire youth training camp is ashamed!

But they just said a few words of sarcasm and didn't really do anything out of the ordinary. Qin Sinian himself didn't take it seriously, let alone Shang Chu's turn to meddle in other's affairs.

Anyway, one is the tail of the crane and the other is an airborne soldier. It is understandable for the two to hug each other.

In the base, there is no Internet, no mobile phones, and every day is the same.

In the first few days, Shangchu was somewhat uncomfortable. The sudden increase in exercise, the schedule from 06:30 in the morning to [-]:[-] in the evening, the new knowledge that needs to be absorbed, and the completely unfamiliar field, everyone seemed to be spinning. The spinning top turned blindly under the control of the long whip.

From the third day onwards, people gradually quit the youth training voluntarily. By the end of the first week, four people had already left.

After the physical training on Saturday afternoon, Song Yao and Shang Chu were sitting on the stone steps beside the playground drinking water. From a distance, they saw a boy carrying a backpack coming out from the dormitory building, bypassing the playground, and walking towards the gate.

Song Yao poured in a whole bottle of cool water in one breath, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "The one who just left was admitted by No. 2. It's a pity to leave just like that."

Shang Chu closed the bottle cap and felt no pity. The youth training camp was just an inconspicuous option A in their lives. If they gave up this option, they could choose other BCDE instead.

No one is like Shang Chu, he has one and only one choice, and there is no other choice except this road.

"Look at Xiao Qin," Song Yao poked Shang Chu with his elbow, "why haven't you finished running yet?"

On the playground, Qin Sinian dragged his legs and walked heavily, stopping every few steps, propping his knees with his hands, panting heavily.

According to Bishop Hou Jian's words, Qin Sinian's poor performance in all courses related to physical fitness or strength is shockingly bad.

Not to mention that among their group of selection campers, someone like Qin Sinian can't even compare to an ordinary beta.

Song Yao rubbed his chin and muttered curiously: "How did you say he got in? I remember his grades are not bad..."

Shang Chu picked up the water bottle and tapped Song Yao on the head, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's eat."

Song Yao stretched his waist, and leaned on the steps like a boneless: "There is no class on Sunday, and the Landlord fights tonight, will you come?"

"Come on," Shang Chu put his hands in his pockets, "I endorsed it! Lao Li said that the criminal investigation will test the explanation of terms next Tuesday."

"Fuck!" Song Yao waved his hand nonchalantly, "Is there anything to memorize, that thing, just read it once."

Shang Chu looked up at the sky, twisted his sore neck: "You think everyone is like you, with a photographic memory."

Everyone here is very strong, such as Song Yao with a superb memory, Yu Fan with amazing endurance, and Su Qingming with perfect logic ability.

Shang Chu didn't dare to relax for a second, he gritted his teeth and injected medicine into his body one by one, relying on fake pheromones, constantly implying that he was no worse than any Alpha.

Song Yao stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right: "That's impossible, Brother Song, I'm a genius."

"That's a genius," Shang Chu kicked him, "Do you want to eat? I have roasted rabbits today, but if I go late, there will only be bones left."

"Ah Chu, No.2 is gone, I'm the No. 1 pick," Song Yao raised his eyebrows, "Then I'm your biggest competitor? Fuck! Then I have the potential to be No. 1." Ah! If I become No.[-], there will be a lot of pressure..."

"My dear No.2, please don't have such an unrealistic dream," Shang Chu showed a gentle smile, and said in a friendly tone, "I suggest you blow the wind and wake up sober."

"Go away!" Song Yao cursed with a smile, and stretched out a hand towards Shangchu, "Give me a hand and eat rabbits!"

Shang Chu grabbed his hand, pulled him up from the stone steps, and walked up the steps side by side.

In the evening, Song Yao went to the next bedroom to play cards. Shang Chu memorized twenty entries and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He took out a syringe and a medicine bottle from his backpack, stuffed them into his coat, and calmly left the dormitory.

Shangchu took the medicine and went to the toilet for a walk, there was someone in the tub, and he might not be able to get out after listening to the painful groans; he went to the rooftop again, where two girls, Su Qingming and Qi Zhao, were sitting. Admire the scenery from the railing, and kindly invite him to join the ranks of counting the stars.

Shang Chu looked up at the sky, it was gray, where did the stars come from.

Su Qingming and Qi Zhao said that he has no romantic cells at all, and Shang Chu said that the girl's world is really confusing.

The two places where he often went to spray medicine were taken up, Shang Chu thought for a while, and went to the grove beside the playground.

The light-colored liquid was slowly injected into the blue veins, Shang Chu leaned his back against the tree trunk, waited for the dizziness to pass, then packed up the empty bottle and needle, and wandered out of the woods.

Shang Chu didn't take a few steps, just happened to bump into Bai Aize who came back from the night running, followed by Qin Sinian, who was following behind, panting after Bai Aize.

The two were taken aback when they saw each other, Bai Aize was sweating all over his body, Shang Chu subconsciously held his breath, and took a step back unconsciously.

Sensing Shang Chu's small movements, Bai Aize raised the hem of his clothes and wiped his face, and asked, "Why is classmate Shang here?"

Shang Chu looked at the sky and the earth: "Count the stars."

The sky is cold, the night is dark and the wind is high, the smog is thick, go out and count the stars?

How lame this reason sounds.

"Stars?" Bai Aize also looked up at the dark sky.

"If you can't see it," Shang Chu said seriously, "it means you don't have romantic cells."

Bai Aize smiled, and just about to say something, Qin Sinian ran up from behind, and was very surprised to see Shang Chu: "Shang, classmate Shang? Why do you..."

"Although it's unreliable, I really came out to look at the stars. If you can't see them, it means you don't have romantic cells." Shang Chu answered first.

"Oh..." Qin Sinian nodded hesitantly, stood beside Bai Aize, and said with a smile, "I also ran six laps today."

"Ah."

He exuded a strong smell of Alpha sweetgum pheromone, Bai Aize frowned slightly, and took a step aside calmly.

Seeing that the two of them had a good relationship, Shang Chu waved his hands and said, "You talk, I'll go back first."

Bai Aize strode to keep up with him: "What a coincidence, we are on the same road."

"Hehe, it's quite a coincidence," Shang Chu pinched his nose, "Student Bai, I have a suggestion."

"Go back and take a shower first?"

"You've already learned how to answer quickly, awesome," Shang Chu gestured with a middle finger, then withdrew his middle finger, and stretched out his thumb, "Sorry, I made a wrong finger."

"Well," Bai Aize expressed his understanding, "I've watched a documentary in which my friends often use their middle finger as a thumb."

"Stop talking about your retarded documentary!" Shang Chu gritted his teeth.

Qin Sinian looked at their backs walking side by side in front, grabbed the hem of their clothes with both hands, and chased after them with pursed lips.

"Meow--"

The three went downstairs to the dormitory and found a stray cat by the flower bed.

It was a very common orange cat, with a thin spine protruding high, with only one ear left, and a few bloodstains on its pointed and thin face.

The stray cat is not afraid of people when it sees people. Instead, it bends its back and assumes an attacking posture. Its eyes are fierce, and its sharp claws protrude from the pads, as if it is about to pounce on it in the next moment.

"Ah—" Qin Sinian let out a low cry, and took two steps back in fright, "Let's go back quickly, what if we get caught? It's so dirty, it has a lot of bacteria on it..."

Bai Aize is very experienced in dealing with such small wild cats. His eldest brother's family has adopted no less than ten stray cats, and he is often entrusted to take care of them.

Seeing these two-legged beasts surrounding him, the kitten stared at them vigilantly, let out a low growl from its throat, and the hairs on its back stood up.

Just as Bai Aize wanted to bend over to appease it, he heard an arrogant "What's so fierce!"

Shang Chu wrapped his arms around and stretched out a long leg, his tone was fierce, but his movements were very light.

He rubbed the kitten's chin with his toes: "Who are you fighting with? Try yelling again? There is no flesh on the whole body, why are you pretending to be a little rascal?"

The cat has rich experience in wandering and is a bully. Knowing that he has bumped into a stubble, he gave a low "meow" and lowered his body docilely.

Bai Aize couldn't help but laugh. His elder brother once specially asked a foreign expert to learn how to calm down a cat with fried fur. He had done dozens of corrective exercises, but every time he had little effect.

He had to tell his elder brother that the way to appease the cat with fried fur was actually very simple—a vicious cat needs a vicious person to torture it.

Come on, like Shang Chu, domestic cats, wild cats, big cats and small cats, any cat is not a problem.

Qin Sinian's eyes turned on Bai Aize. He looked at the cat with a faint smile in his eyes.

Bai Aize likes cats?

He came to this conclusion in his heart, boldly walked to the edge of the flower bed, and stretched out his hand stiffly to touch it.

"hiss--"

The cat shook its body and let out a low growl.

Qin Sinian flinched and withdrew his hand.

"Ok?"

Shangchu exerted some force on his toes, and the cat obediently lay on his shoe.

"Shang, classmate Shang," Qin Sinian glanced at Bai Aize out of the corner of his eye, licked his lips, and said to Shang Chu, "This cat is quite pitiful, you, you don't want to kick it... .”