A Lucky Coin

After the teacher finished roll call, the junior couple still had no idea who were in their auto repair class. Except for the seven people in the dormitory, he didn't notice one more person.

After all, he was in the first row. Others dared to look around, but he didn't dare.

He has been in school for nine years and has never had such an experience. Most of the time he keeps his head down, who is next to him, whose name is what, what does he look like, he is never interested.

but.

The whole class knows, the person in the first row.

It's the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of junior high school, I really wanted to drag Hu Biao out and give him a beating, so that he could experience what a local dog is.

But no chance.

After the teacher rolls the name, the military training will begin.

Their instructor, surnamed Chen, was tall, black and strong, with a loud voice.

"Students!" Instructor Chen shouted standing in front of the first day of junior high school, which shocked him for a while, and he couldn't hear what was said behind him.

Then they were taken to the site of the auto repair major. Next to it was a row of garages. They were all low and could not cover the sun. The girls who trained in the shadow of the teaching building were much more comfortable.

The training content at the beginning was similar to that in junior high school, lining up, aligning front and back, left and right, counting, and turning around in circles.

Turn left and right on this.

Let the first day of junior high school feel that many things in this world are the same.

No matter where you go, no matter what age, there will be people who can't tell the left from the right.

Every time I turn around, I can see people standing opposite each other and staring at each other, and they are all stubborn not to look aside, and they want to bet that they are right.

The first day of junior high school was very nervous. Every time someone made a mistake, instructor Chen would take him out and stand in front of the line and turn around ten times and eight times until he got it right.

This kind of thing is something he absolutely wants to avoid. The spread of the title of earth dog has already put him under a lot of pressure. If he makes a mistake and is taken out to redo it in front of so many people, he probably won't be able to make it even [-] times. clear.

But the more nervous the more mistakes, this is a very experienced experience.

Not only did I make a mistake on the first day of junior high school, but it was also a mistake that many people would make if they couldn't tell the direction of turning left and right.

He made a right turn while walking forward on [-].

As soon as he was nervous, he turned around, and this thing finally happened to him.

And because these students were a bit lazy, instructor Chen was already very upset during the one-hour training time, and those who made mistakes were no longer punished by redoing their movements a few times.

"Report your name!" Instructor Chen glared at him and pointed.

"The first day of the junior high school." The first day of the junior high school replied, because he was nervous, he couldn't even let out his voice.

"Report again, I can't hear you!" Instructor Chen said.

"The first day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school reported again.

He had tried his best to amplify his volume, but it still didn't sound loud, and because he wanted to control himself so that he wouldn't be so nervous to say a word, he elongated his voice a little.

"Okay, pretty dick," Instructor Chen nodded, "Get out!"

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't know that he could still have the ability to make the instructor make such an evaluation of him, so he came out a little confused.

"Sixty push-ups!" Instructor Chen said.

There was a small commotion in the team.

On the first day of junior high school, he was stunned, feeling that he was really unlucky. Instructor Chen just said that he could take a break for an hour, but he was taken out when it was time to rest, and he still did [-] push-ups.

The point is that there are two classes next to it that have already rested, and they are all girls from preschool education.

"Hurry up! Don't grind!" Instructor Chen said.

"Come on, local dog!" Someone in the team shouted.

Dude, your grandpa!

On the first day of the lunar new year, he lowered his head and hesitated for a while, but there was really no other way, so he fell to the ground.

"The posture must be standard!" Instructor Chen said, and he came over and pulled his hands to the sides with his toes, "Shoulders must be flat! The body must not touch the ground! Every movement must be in place! Movement deformation will not be counted!"

He didn't make a sound on the first day of the lunar new year, and he could already see people surrounding him from the corner of his vision, and he could see many feet beside him.

He restrained himself from looking around, which made him less nervous.

He straightened his body, stretched his arms, pressed down and got up again.

"One!" Instructor Chen counted for him.

In fact, I also practiced push-ups in the boxing gym, but not many times. I usually use equipment, and more pull-ups and sit-ups.

"Two! Three!" Instructor Chen continued to help him count, "Yes, the movements are very standard now!"

After doing a few, he relaxed a little on the first day of junior high school. As long as he doesn't look around or listen to other sounds, he can relax a little.

"Twenty! 21!" Instructor Chen's voice was mixed with other voices, and someone started counting together, "27! 28!"

I felt a little tired at the beginning of the first day of junior high school. I don't know if it was too nervous or I didn't sleep well yesterday.

Fortunately, the instructor didn't speak a hundred times, so he was struggling. Even if he couldn't hold on, he didn't dare to stop. He was afraid of making a fool of himself in front of everyone. If he didn't hold up, he was afraid that he would hear laughter. .

"34! 34!" Instructor Chen's voice was loud.

The repeated numbers indicated that his movements were out of shape. The first day of the junior high school helplessly straightened his body and continued to press down.

At fifty, he paused for a second or two to adjust his breathing.

To be honest, although he has been practicing boxing for a year and has strength training every day, he is still a little tired at the moment. The strength requirements of this thing are not too high, and endurance is the most important thing, and the movements are slightly substandard. Chen The instructor didn't count for him, the arms had to be straight, the back and legs had to be in a line... If he could be made faster and his movements changed, he would have finished it long ago.

"51! 52!" The voice of the person next to him overwhelmed the instructor's voice, "55, 56..."

"Sixty!" Instructor Chen clapped his hands, "61!"

On the first day of junior high school, I was taken aback, what the hell is still 61?

But he didn't dare to get up, and made another one.

"62!" Instructor Chen continued to shout.

The first day was a little unhappy.

When Instructor Chen called out 63, he quickly held up a few times. The movements were not very standard, but it was very labor-saving. After he got [-], he stood up.

He lowered his head and patted his hands and pants.

"Okay, yes," Chen instructor said, "return to the team!"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to his seat.

"Fuck," Hu Biao said behind him, "It's ok, the first day of junior high school, I think [-] would be enough."

"Stop blowing it up." Someone smiled, "Your body shape, it's probably hard enough to get up again after going down."

"What are you talking about! Do you want to chat!" Instructor Chen glared over, "Do you want to come over, according to the seventy just now, and do it while chatting?"

Everyone is silent.

Instructor Chen called them to disband after a few lectures.

Everyone slowly dispersed. On the first day of junior high school, we stood with a few people in the dormitory under the shade of a tree next to us with our heads down. We are still unfamiliar with each other. Even if we are in the same class, we still gather together in the dormitory.

"Are you good? You can't tell," Li Ziqiang said, "I only have thirty at most."

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

When I was doing it, I felt okay, and I only thought that I must do it, not to make a fool of myself, not to be laughed at by others, and finally changed to a new environment, and he no longer wanted to be excluded and ridiculed like before.

Now that he stopped, he felt that his arms were sore and swollen, and he tried to find the position of the pocket after trying twice.

"Tired?" Hu Biao asked.

"The arm is going to be broken, it's broken." Chu Yi said.

"It's worth it if you break it, look over there," Hu Biao bumped him with his shoulder, and lifted his chin forward, "The name of the earth dog is well known."

Hearing these two words on the first day of junior high school made him depressed for a while. When Yan Hang called him a local dog, he would only feel very kind, and he would also feel that he was really cute.

People other than Yan Hang called it that, and he just felt like a psychopath.

It's not that hard to be called a mad dog.

It's just that he is really weak now, and he is too lazy to argue with Hu Biao anymore. He glanced in the direction Hu Biao pointed.

A group of girls gathered together and were looking this way. When he looked up, the girls all laughed and shouted.

Chu was very unfamiliar with this kind of reaction, and he couldn't even judge whether such a reaction was embarrassment, happiness, or ridicule.

Had to turn his head away again.

"Yes, that's cool," Hu Biao said, "very cool."

"You," Chuyi sighed, "stop for a while."

"Follow Brother Gou." Hu Biao said.

……get out.

In the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was a little weak even in my thoughts.

"Who can take a photo for me?" Zhou Chunyang walked over, "My mom wants to see it, and if she doesn't see her, she thinks I'm going to die on the playground."

"Bring your phone," said Zhang Qiang, who had been squatting next to him, "I'll help you take pictures."

Zhou Chunyang sat by the flower bed and stretched out one leg: "Do you know how to take pictures?"

"I don't know," Zhang Qiang clicked the shutter, "Okay, let's see."

"...Can I change someone else?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at the phone, "My legs are only three inches away from your photo."

"You still pay so much attention to the photos you showed your mother." Gao Xiaoyang said with a smile beside him.

"My mother posted it on Moments while turning her head around. I can't afford to lose this person," Zhou Chunyang sighed, "Her sisters will still show it to their daughters..."

"All right, all right, I'll help you take serious photos," Zhang Qiang said, "so that you won't be ashamed in front of girls."

Zhou Chunyang is very smug, watched him guide Zhang Qiang for 5 minutes in the first day of junior high school, and finally one of them passed his review.

"Thanks," Zhou Chunyang said, "Let's go, I invite you to drink."

Holding a Coke on the first day of junior high school, looking at Zhou Chunyang, he felt conflicted.

He wanted to take a photo for Yan Hang, but it would be difficult to take a complete selfie, so ask someone else to take the photo, since he really doesn't have the "eloquence" to guide him.

As for Zhou Chunyang, who is so stinky and beautiful, he knew at first glance that he would definitely shoot.

But... tsk.

He tilted his head up and took two mouthfuls of Coke, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhou Chunyang was Zhou Chunyang.

He took out his mobile phone and walked to Zhou Chunyang's side.

"Help you take pictures?" Zhou Chunyang asked without waiting for him to speak.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Zhou Chunyang pointed to the steps he was standing on just now: "Just stand there, the posture just now was pretty good."

On the first day of junior high school, I retreated back, but I have forgotten what posture I was in before.

Zhou Chunyang came over and tugged at his trouser legs again, helped him into a good pose, and then took a few pictures in succession: "Look."

I took a few glances at first.

Very cool.

Even if it's called a dog, it's still cool.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"Who do you want to send it to?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Friend...friend." On the first day of junior high school, she suddenly felt guilty for no reason.

"Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang asked again with a smile.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Chunyang to guess so accurately, and it took him a long time to answer: "Ah."

Yan Hang was about to go to the manager's office. Halfway through the walk, his phone rang. He took it out and took a look. It was a message from the first day of the junior high school.

a photo.

Standing on the steps in military training uniform.

I don’t know who took the photo for him, it’s 1.7 times better than his selfie, the angle of light is great, sweat glistens on his face, and his [-]-meter-four legs are photographed with the effect of [-] meters .

- handsome dog

He replied, put the phone back in his pocket, and knocked on the door of the manager's office.

"Come in." The manager answered inside.

He pushed it away and walked into the office: "Manager Tang."

There are not only Manager Tang in the office, but also their new director.

"Xiao Yan," Manager Tang said, "I read the menu you sent me this morning, and it turned out well, quite accurate."

"Thank you, Manager Tang." Yan Hang said.

"There are still a few here, so you can look them up on the spot." Manager Tang handed over a piece of paper.

Yan Hang took it over, glanced at it, and took a pen: "lobster and fennel risotto... cashew granola... lobster risotto with fennel, chopped cashew nuts... pickled Tokyo turnips..."

The director kept looking at him with a smile on his face, which made him a little nervous.

pickled Tokyo turnips.

He has memorized turnips before, but suddenly got stuck when he was nervous.

"PickledTokyoturnips?" the director repeated.

"Pickled kohlrabi." After Yan Hang finished speaking, he wanted to turn his head and leave the office.

The director laughed.

"Pickled turnip," Yan Hang remembered, and wrote on the paper, "I'm sorry, I remembered kohlrabi when I memorized it..."

"Very good." The director smiled and nodded.

"How is the acting foreman doing?" Manager Tang asked, "Your sister Chen has not been here for the past two days, have you encountered any difficulties?"

"It's okay, Sister Chen has been with me for a while before," Yan Hang said, "I have also communicated on the phone in the past two days, and it is basically okay."

"Can the other employees cooperate?" Manager Tang asked again.

"It can be done. We have worked together before, and we all know each other well, and they can cooperate with me." Yan Hang said.

"That's fine. Keep working hard. Thank you." Manager Tang nodded.

Yan Hang frowned when he came out of the office.

Just to translate a few dishes, Manager Tang would not call him to the office.

The seemingly random question of whether other employees can cooperate with the work is the key point. Yan Hang sighed. Someone must be dissatisfied with him and reported it to the manager.

This kind of thing is definitely not uncommon, but for Yan Hang, it feels a little tiring.

He followed his father and lived a carefree and carefree life. Even if it was a part-time job, it was very simple. He didn't think about promotion, didn't care about competition, worked for a while when he had no money, and left when he changed places.

For him, he is a little tired of coping with the current work pressure and various interpersonal relationships.

It was okay when I was a waiter, but now the acting foreman feels too tired to talk after get off work every day.

He went downstairs and went to the back door of the hotel.

It's very quiet here, except for delivery vehicles, the employees rarely come here. He usually comes here to rest for a while before the meal, so that he can relax and cope with the busy work later.

He stood next to the trash can and lit a cigarette, took out his phone and looked at the photos of the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school is a very tired dog.

Sometimes Yan Hang would feel like laughing when he thinks of the way he stammered and joked in the first day of junior high school.

- there is a particularly embarrassing thing

The news from the first day of junior high school came over, and before he could reply, several messages came over. Typing on the mobile phone in the first day of junior high school was faster than his speaking, and it was as long as a leg in the photo just now.

- My classmates told people that my nickname is Tugou

- Now it's all spread, everyone knows that the first auto repair team fought with someone called a dirt dog, and now he still calls me brother dog

-I'm afraid that if people hear him yelling like that, they will all call him brother dog.

- so embarrassing

Holding the phone, Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud. The smoke almost made him laugh, and he laughed for a while before he stopped.

- hahahahahaha

-Don't hah, what's so good about it, what should I do?

"What can I do?" Yan Hang said with a smile, "This is so vulgar and elegant, so cool, beautiful boy."

-. . . . . .

- I've assembled and I'll call you after the military training

- good dog

-! ! ! ! ! !

He didn't make any mistakes in the military training in the afternoon. He really didn't want to be carried out to do push-ups again. One was that he was afraid of people watching, and the other was that his arms were really sore.

However, things like onlookers are indispensable. Two girls fell down in the afternoon, and their auto repair class was full of old men, but one fell down too.

At the end of the military training, the homeroom teacher sighed: "Your physical fitness is really a problem. The cafeteria is going to clear the fire and heat up drinks today. I will drink some later. Have a good rest at night. Don't go out and wander around. I don't want to see you again tomorrow." Who fell."

"I'll have to fall in the sun again." Hu Biao wiped off his sweat. He was fat. Although he called himself a big tiger, he couldn't even compare to a cat in an afternoon.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, a group of people went to the cafeteria to eat. On the first day of the junior high school, he realized his soil again.

After eating, he lay down on the bed and didn't want to move anymore. After checking that the time was about the same, he called Yan Hang.

"Finished the training?" Yan Hang answered the phone, and the voice over there was quite noisy.

"You haven't got off work yet?" Chu Yi turned over and whispered to the wall.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "There is a meeting today, and I'm still busy right now."

"Then I'll hang up." The first day of the junior high school said quickly.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "Don't delay for a few minutes, how do you feel about today's military training?"

"It's okay, a little tired." Chu Yi said.

"Tired from shouting on the first day?" Yan Hang said, "Did all your boxing this year go to waste?"

"No, yes, I was fined, sixty push-ups and push-ups," Chuyi sighed, "It's still very, very standard, that kind, my arms are sore."

Yan Hang laughed: "It's so pitiful, I'll take you to find a massage place after your training."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled, thought about it and asked in a low voice: "Can you do more or less?"

"Is it particularly standard?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, it's not standard, no, count." Said the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang thought for a while: "Fifty?"

"Blow it, you," Chu Yi said, "you usually run, run, you run with your arms, right?"

Yan Hang laughed over there: "Do you know that I'm just running, or you can come over one day and count for me."

"Okay," Chu Yi said, "witness the fight, face the scene."

No one in the dormitory played cards tonight, they were all lying on the bed playing games and chatting.

He didn't know what to do with his mobile phone in the first day of junior high school. He used a broken mobile phone all the time, and couldn't run any games. After changing to a new mobile phone, he was busy practicing boxing and working every day, and spent other time barbecuing with Xiao Li. No time to play either.

Everyone was playing at the moment, but he could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

"First day of junior high school," Li Ziqiang called him from the opposite bunk, "Are you going to be black? Brother will take you flying."

"Ah?" Chu Yi was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Li Ziqiang, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"...Don't you play games?" Li Ziqiang was also taken aback.

"I don't play." The first day of the junior high school replied, the only mobile game he ever played was Snake.

"Please take me to fly." Zhou Chunyang said over there.

"Come on." Li Ziqiang said.

Chuyi turned over and continued to face the wall.

Although the people in the dormitory are very kind to him, he can't play cards and he doesn't know how to play games. This situation is really depressing.

Several people in the dormitory joined, and those who didn't join also gathered to watch, shouting vigorously while watching, except for him, the only one who was silent was Su Bin.

Chuyi sighed, he really wanted to join, but he was afraid of being timid.

I don't know if Yan Hang, who is foreign-style, can play. You can let Brother Xiaotian, who is foreign-style, teach him first...

I was a little sleepy today, probably because I was under too much pressure from being watched. I fell asleep in the noise of the dormitory people not long after the first day of junior high school.

I can do fifty push-ups.Yan Hang said.

I will count for you.Said the first day.

Yan Hang took off his shirt, lay down on the ground and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three...how many?One, two... The counting is messed up again.One, two, three... Forget it, I will never be able to count.

He looked at Yan Hang's back.

He didn't seem to have seen Yan Hang shirtless.

Trying hard to see Yan Hang's back clearly.

very beautiful.

Smooth, firm, and perfect muscle lines every time you work hard.

In the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was a little lost.

Inexplicably, I felt like touching it.

He reached out and touched it.

The moment he touched Yan Hang's skin, his breathing was a little short...

Yan Hang slapped him and slapped him on the arm.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was awakened by the sudden and intense embarrassment, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Another slap on the arm, Zhang Qiang stood beside his bed: "Get up, we're going to be late!"

"Ah." The first day of the junior high school sat up.

The images in the dream suddenly faded, and he could hardly recall the details, but Yan Hang's back was still dangling in front of his eyes.

And that real, embarrassing feeling of... excitement.

He rubbed his face and slowly got out of bed.

To be able to have such a dream is really crazy.