Learn about the human body

Tang Qizhen had just squeezed out of the sweat-smelling big bathhouse, his back was sticky, and the shower gel hadn't been rinsed off.

As a boy in the south with his bags on his back and dreaming of a foreign land, he is really not used to the big bathhouse in the northern school.

When he saves enough money, he must go out to rent a house, and he must never suffer from this kind of pain of a big man with a man on top of a man - he set FLAG in his heart.

The freshmen's military training had just started, and Tang Qizhen hadn't gotten to know the roommates assigned by the school, so he quietly climbed into bed after going back to bed.

The dormitory lights are still bright, and some roommates are already asleep, probably because they are too tired, snoring loudly; there are two brothers who are so energetic for some reason, crackling and playing games, and their laughter breaks through the sky.

Tang Qizhen had no choice but to plug in his earphones.

Before I could lie down comfortably, a message came into my phone suddenly.

He glanced at—

[A plate of mosquito coils: When will the manuscript of the forest series...]

Fuck?He cursed in his heart, and threw the phone out before finishing the sentence.

The vibrating sound continued.

After a while, he resigned himself to opening the dialog box, and typed in the reply word by word: Dear father, I am in military training!

[What about before that?Could it be that your school has two months of military training? ? ] The other party replies.

Tang Qizhen suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.

This "a plate of mosquito coils" lady is actually his editor.

As an excellent Gu Gu, ah, no, painter, he has become the resident painter of the largest painting communication software "Pigeon Field" in China by virtue of his profound power of Gu Gu.

Therefore, there are more and more business orders, and the editors are dying to remind them all day long.

However, after the college entrance examination, Tang Qizhen was so excited that he let himself go all day long, and forgot about drawing the manuscript.Now during the military training, he is so exhausted that he has no energy to draw.

Really, can we call the matter of dragging manuscripts a cuckoo?Obviously it is to polish the work better!

He justified himself in his mind.

Ms. Mosquito Incense continued to ask: I see that your circle of friends complained that you are not used to the bathhouses in the north and want to rent a house by yourself, how much will it cost?Are you still procrastinating?

"..." Are the current editors so ruthless in urging manuscripts?

Bah, bah, who did she think of herself?I, Tang Qi, am strong and strong, how can I pay bad money for a work I am not satisfied with?

...that's weird.

He really longed for an independent bathroom, what a big bathroom, it was worse than the dormitory where he lived for the entrance exam training.

It's too difficult, it's really not easy to live away from your parents.

I am obviously just a child who has just graduated from kindergarten for more than ten years!

So he couldn't help but send a series of "ohhhhhhhhhhh" emotionally, and fell asleep.

There is everything in the dream, and the draft will be finished.

He is sure.

However, after closing his eyes for a few seconds, he sat up startled in his dying dream.

There was a knock on the door outside the house, which was a routine bed check during military training.

The other three pig roommates ignored him, so he could only obediently get out of bed and open the door.

Standing outside the door was his new counselor, as well as people from the student union.

The counselor watched the circle, and reminded them to go to bed early before leaving, and to get up at four o'clock tomorrow morning for training.

Hearing that Tang Qizhen was shocked again, the cold breath slowly climbed up his back.

But he sent them off with a polite yet elegant smile.

The moment the door was closed, there was only one voice left in my head—it's killing me!

Zipper eight kilometers, to and fro is sixteen kilometers.

As an otaku who lacks exercise all the year round, Tang Qizhen really wanted to knock his head and pass out.He would rather draw a sketch, tie himself to a chair, and handcuff him to a digital tablet than parkour.

Looking around, his eyes fell on his precious paint, and he fell into the big thinking of life.

The next day, he set the alarm clock at three o'clock, sneaked out of bed, stretched his sinful paws to the precious paint, and began to apply it earnestly.

For a moment, he stared at the swelling on his ankle and laughed with satisfaction.

As a cuckoo, of course you have to have your own rules of survival.Everything is ready, the only thing is that when the time comes, the showmanship will possess him and play the teachers around.

What a skr little clever ghost~

Thinking of this, he confidently put on his training clothes, filled the small water bottle, and embarked on the long journey of training.

It was just dawn at four o'clock in the morning, and the temperature was slightly cool.The sun was covered with a layer of mist, pulling out every inch of crimson and gold, like a caricature drawn by a master.

The girls chatted trivially and took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures.

Tang Qizhen didn't take it seriously, and rehearsed the good show over and over again in his heart.

After going out from the west gate and turning around a few times, the sun gradually became brighter and hot air floated around.The squad leader waved the flag, and the people around him sang military songs one after another, with passion like fire.

They are also studying art, maybe only I am a fat house.Tang Qizhen sighed helplessly, wiped the sweat dripping from his eyes, and started his performance at the next fork in the road——

Fall flat.

With a shrill scream, he squatted perfectly on the ground, clutching his ankles.

"It hurts..." He pretended to gasp again.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The formation was immediately disrupted, and several students squatted down to check the situation.

Tang Qizhen blinked: "It seems to be twisted."

The instructors and teachers also surrounded him and helped him up.

"Hey, it looks serious, why are you so careless?" The counselor frowned when he saw him like this, and turned around as if looking for something, "What about the graduate student, let him come here quickly."

He was supported by several classmates and moved to the side of the road. He stared helplessly at the patrol car and said to himself: Send me back quickly.

"I'm here." A few seconds later, a pair of slender legs and the hem of the white coat appeared in the field of vision.

It's a tall boy.

Tang Qizhen sat on the ground, his eyes slowly rose, and met his eyes.

The light blue medical mask wrapped his jawline, and with the backlight, it was impossible to distinguish his appearance.

He quickly put on the mask, glanced sideways at the counselor, and said in a muffled voice, "Leave it to me, you can continue with the team."

The counselor nodded: "If it is serious, send it back immediately."

"I'll organize it."

After finishing speaking, he already squatted down, put the hem of the gown between his legs, took out his gloves and put them on slowly.

Tang Qizhen lowered his eyes, only those slender and well-proportioned fingers were in his eyes.

The joints are distinct, the complexion is fair, and the lines are smooth.There is a thin callus on the side of the index finger and middle finger, which is slightly red.Even if you don't have nails, it doesn't affect the beauty at all.

This is so beautiful!It's just a manga hand, how can there be such a perfect existence in reality?

He couldn't wait to look up, but only saw the other party's slightly lowered eyes, and the mask covered half of his face.

"Which foot?" the other party asked in a muffled voice.

Bass is very magnetic.

"...right, right foot." Tang Qizhen lost his mind for a moment.

He nodded, patiently pressing the acupuncture points on his ankle, the movements were very gentle.

Tang Qizhen quietly looked at his breastplate, because he couldn't see clearly because of the shaking of his body.

Fu Yansheng from Disciplinary Inspection Department

Clinical 17XXXXX

The senior of the medical school?

"Does this hurt?" the senior asked lightly.

Only then did he regain his senses, and quickly howled: "It hurts, it hurts."

"What about here?"

"It hurts too..."

Tang Qizhen started acting again, looking down at the redness and swelling that he had carefully applied, secretly proud of himself.

"Heh..." The other party seemed to be humming slowly. Although he couldn't see his expression with a mask on, Tang Qizhen could still feel the corners of his eyes twitching, and the slender eyelashes drawn across the arc.

"Are you from the School of Architecture and Art?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Military training is so leisurely, do you still have time to draw?"

"What??" Tang Qizhen felt guilty for a moment.

Fu Yansheng took out a bottle of alcohol cotton from the medicine box, and picked out a round cotton ball with tweezers.

"You you you!..." He was dumbfounded.

Fu Yansheng narrowed his eyes again, gently lifted his ankle, pulled off the dark socks around his ankles, and wiped them on.

Tang Qizhen felt a chill spreading from bottom to top.

The pure white alcohol cotton was quickly dyed pink, and some dark red and cyan pigments were left in a mess.

Fu Yansheng lowered his eyes for a moment, opened a medical waste bag, threw the cotton ball in, and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Does it still hurt now?" He slowly stroked Tang Qizhen's white ankle with his thumb, as if admiring a work of art.

"..." Tang Qizhen was locked in place.

He he he!Could it be that he saw that he had used oil paint and specially "sterilized" it with alcohol?

Isn't this a medical student? !

How could Lao Tzu's superb painting skills not fool him?

Thousands of grass and mud horses are jumping in Tang Qizhen's heart.

Fu Yansheng tidied up the medicine box and got up, and glanced at him from top to bottom: "Why, do you still need me to help you up?"

The tone was cold.

Tang Qizhen was startled, and waved his hands again and again: "No need, no need...I will do it myself."

After finishing speaking, he stood up guiltily and stared down at the ground.

"Hurry up and follow," Fu Yansheng asked again in a cold voice, "Or do you want to hear me praise you for your good drawing?"

"No, no, no, I'm causing trouble for the senior!" Tang Qizhen was so shy that he couldn't speak coherently. He wished he could dig a hole and get into the ground, so he hurried forward a few steps.

Fu Yansheng stopped talking, picked up the medicine box and followed behind him.

Wucao, why did he keep up?Tang Qizhen was in a mess.

The counselor didn't go far, but waited for him around the corner.Tang Qizhen was flanked by front and back, and he didn't know what to do.

"Eh? Are you able to walk?" the teacher wondered.

"Hmm..." Tang Qizhen had just answered, but was interrupted by Fu Yansheng: "He's fine, you can continue training."

"Are you sure you can continue? Graduate student, I think he was in pain just now." The teacher was afraid that he would not be able to explain when something happened.

"I've checked him carefully, don't worry." Fu Yansheng paused every word, with a slightly joking voice, "It would be a pity not to experience such a meaningful thing as training."

Hearing the words, Tang Qizhen felt his back go cold, turned his head and glanced at him, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, the precious first class in college, I must persevere!"

"That's it..." The teacher smiled kindly, "Yes, he is a good boy who wants to be strong."

Tang Qizhen nodded dumbfoundingly, and returned to the team with his tail between his legs under Fu Yansheng's gaze.

Damn... actually met a big boss.

Fuck!