Scum male loyal dog system

Shen Bai's painful days finally came to an end on the subject of turning left and right, because Motar was already so angry at their indiscriminate situation that he had a headache, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to Shen Bai. Shen Bai, who suddenly faced everyone in the queue, showed a gratified expression.

And those teenagers who always made wrong turns, hearing Motar's roar, always smiled silently, showed their shining white teeth to Shen Bai who was facing them, and then quickly turned around and stood up.

Shen Bai: ...

"The hand holding the pen is the right hand!... The hand you used to hold the light shovel in front of you is the right hand! This is the left! This is the right! Are they all pig brains? Remember to me!!!" Motar said in In this subject, the hoarse voice was so hoarse, but what I got was a group of big white teeth smiling innocently behind the wrong turn.

"What are you laughing at?! What's so funny!"

"Move what?! Did I tell you to move?!"

Mortar: There is no fluctuation in my heart and even a trace of desolation.

Shen Bai: There is no turmoil in my heart, and even a hint of want to laugh.

No distinction between left and right is not only reflected in turning left and turning right. Listening to Mortal's "one two one", when running in unison, the tall black hair kept jumping and wanted to change feet, but there were a lot of them. At the beginning of the turn, Shen Bai was mixed in. Every time he looked at the people in front of him, he tried to suppress his smile, but when he looked at him, he was about to be led along the turn, until Motar picked him up. After leading the first row of the queue to run away, those powerful brainwashers around were expelled.

So now the person who is comforted every day has become Pasa.

Pasa no longer tried his best to comfort Shen Bai, and his eyes were no longer shining during his favorite meal time.Sitting opposite Pasa, Shen Bai watched the other party hang his head and sadly flip through the dishes on the plate, thought for a while, then put a piece of meat into the other party's bowl, and then watched the other party's eyes light up with passion and go in the afternoon Devastated by Mortar.

Such a simple and simple man, he was forcibly tossed into a glass heart by Motar.

However, Motar is probably not too far behind. Motar and this group of black-haired teenagers are now feeding each other glass slag.If it was said that Shen Bai's feelings for Instructor Motar were intertwined with love and hate at the beginning, but now it is completely sympathetic.

Instructor Motar really used all his means, prolonging the training time, strengthening the training intensity, and formulating the punishment content... He even stood on the training ground with them and missed the meal, and his voice did not know how much it broke Second-rate.

However, with more than ten or twenty years of habit and no formal education, even the black-haired soldiers are extremely able to endure hardships and have never complained about serious training, but their progress and training results are completely inferior compared to other training teams. In a bottom state.

Well, including the first team, after all, no matter how bad they are, they won't be able to face each other as soon as they turn around.

Although Shen Bai only listened to the division of the world from the system before, but he was not able to understand the meaning until he participated in it.

Troops are divided into three worlds. The first world is the first team. There are more than 30 people in a team. It is not enough for the Zerg to kill them, but they are the Young Masters, and they will not send them to fight. Even the usual training is different from other teams. I heard that Major Anda received the order. How can those instructors be called instructors? They are even easier than gym coaches.

But people are doing face-scanning training. Even if there is no training intensity, just standing there can attract a lot of attention. Most of the second world and the third world rushed to deliver water, but later the number of people in the third world gradually decreased. It's not that the admiration for them has weakened, it's just that the training tasks are too heavy, and Motar didn't leave them much rest time at all.

"Tomorrow will be the first time I will fuck you. Are you sure you will go up like this?! You are not ashamed and I am ashamed!! Are they really all pig brains?!!"

Motar stood aside and looked at a group of black-haired soldiers who were still running unevenly. Even if they shouted "one two one", they all made mistakes, and one mistake would lead to a large number of mistakes, even if he chose Shen Bai and the others. A person who can distinguish between left and right is only a little bit better.The queue is always like this. It is clear that one by one can be neat, but I just don’t know which one made a mistake, and I can’t pull it back from then on.

The exercise on the training ground next to him has already been closed, listening to the laughter of those brown-haired teenagers, Motar felt even more tired.

Even the teenagers in Ma Daha have gradually felt this kind of tiredness. The disappointment of others in themselves will make people depressed.

They also want to work hard, but some habits are really hard to correct. Tomorrow is the first parade, but they are not satisfied with their performance, let alone being pulled out to compete with other teams.

Motar didn't keep them for a long time, but let them leave the training ground as a whole team. Compared with yelling at them a few days ago, this kind of calm seemed to give up on them, which made Pasa even more Wait for the heart to tighten.

"...Instructor Motar." Xibo finally looked at Motar's slightly calm figure when he was about to leave the training ground, "We will practice and work hard tomorrow."

As Xibo said, the others also looked at the man next to the line. Their eyes were like children who made a mistake and hoped their parents would forgive them, full of apology and expectation.

The figure they were staring at looked into the distance with that resolute side face. Hearing what they said, he paused for a while, and then slowly turned his head to the group of teenagers, reflecting the light from the distance——

"Did you speak and report?!"

Xibo: ...

On weekdays, Mortar was often angry with the teenagers, but that kind of anger was more reassuring than the disappointment and exhaustion he showed.So when seeing Mortar show that kind of emotion, even the black-haired soldier who usually laughs and doesn't take anything at ease feels uncomfortable.

Everyone showed this kind of discomfort to a greater or lesser extent, and they were listless even after eating, let alone after returning to their dormitories.

It's rare to see Pasa lying on the bed so silently, Shen Bai was already so tired that he wanted to sleep, but when he turned over, he saw the other party staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

If Motar was the one who pulled Shen Bai out of his status as the overlord of the sea, Pasa was the one who pulled Shen Bai into this world.

But during the wandering years when he didn't communicate with anyone for a long time, Shen Bai wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know what to say and what to start with. Fortunately, Pasa was the kind of person who would never embarrass Shen Bai. People, as if telepathically, he slowly turned his head to face Shen Bai's direction.

The moment the two pairs of eyes met, the two looked away at the same time.

Shen Bai didn't expect that Pasha would turn his head, and Pasha didn't expect that Shen Bai would look at him.

The two people who looked away for a while did not speak.

This kind of calm made Shen Bai inexplicably feel a little uncomfortable, just like watching his crush being captured by the other party in class, he wanted to break this embarrassing calm first, but Pasa was a second ahead of him.

"...Is it stupid that I always don't know left and right?"

"If that's the case, I'll definitely embarrass Instructor Motar tomorrow."

"I'll also embarrass our team."

The other party didn't give Shen Bai a chance to answer the words at all, and always threw out the next sentence when Shen Bai opened his mouth to say something.The first sentence is obviously a question, but it is not difficult to see that he didn't mean to ask at all, but denied himself as if he was talking to himself, but the comforting sentence that Shen Bai wanted to say suddenly suddenly I don't know what to say.

"...Pasa, can you write?"

Answering the words abruptly, the clumsy and heavy voice hadn't completely disappeared, but a cold but warm voice sounded out.

Pasa looked at Shen Bai who sat up from the bed, his usually expressionless face looked serene and soft against the dim light outside.

"I, I can't." Pasa blushed, not knowing whether it was because he couldn't write, or because of the boy's gaze, or both.

Now the whole building is quiet. Although it is not late at night, most people have turned off the lights and fell asleep. The dreams of these black-haired teenagers are either sweet or warm, and the sore muscles are slowly relaxing at night. .

But the light of a window suddenly turned on. If someone has a heart to take a look here, they might be able to see two black-haired soldiers sitting in front of the window.

Pasa didn't fall asleep, but he also felt a little drunk.

Shen Bai sat next to Pasa, watching him hold the light pen in his right hand, and accompany him to write slowly on the light screen.

Due to the protection of trees, paper is no longer used in this world. Most of the information is received by terminals and displayed on light screens. Even signing a contract is directly bound to each person's identity terminal. People in the third world have nothing to do with it. The opportunity to use a pen, so the uneducated Pasa couldn't even write his own name.

"Yes, you write according to mine." Shen Bai first wrote Pasa's name on the light screen, and then watched him copy it slowly below.

Pasa was obviously a little nervous. He looked at the delicate handwriting on it, but he trembled when he wrote the pen. Looking at his hands, for some reason, Pasa felt that this scene was a little familiar, but also a little inexplicably sad.

These are not a pair of good-looking hands, they are dark and covered with calluses, they are far worse than the other party's slender and white hands on the table, for a moment Paza felt a little inferior, so he stopped his movements.

But obviously Shen Bai couldn't feel this subtle psychological activity of Pasha. He saw that Pasha stopped writing halfway through and thought that the other party was a little discouraged.

"The writing is very good, but it can be flatter here." Shen Bai picked up the light pen, put it on Pasa's right hand, and adjusted the shape of the other's hand to a relatively standard position. Feeling a little inconvenient, he stood up again. After arriving at Pasa's back, he held the other's hand and slowly slid on the light screen.

"The horizontal can be written flat, and the circle can be fuller and it will look better..."

Letters appeared on the light screen one by one, forming a contrast with the strange shapes in the first half, but Pasa's attention was no longer on the light screen.

Watching the letters slowly spell out the opponent's name, Shen Bai let go of the opponent's hand, and sat back on the original seat.

"Look, this is your name Pasa."

The loosened finger moved slightly, and Pasa slowly came back to his senses. He nodded, with his head down, a little ashamed that he had just lost his mind, and blushed uncontrollably .

But Shen Bai didn't notice, he stared at the name that appeared on the light screen, and then slowly turned his head to look at Pasa: "Instructor Motar said that the hand that holds the pen and writes is the right hand, you know now Is it?" He tapped the opponent's right hand holding the light pen with his finger, "This is the right hand, next time you turn around, remember that the right is the direction of this hand."

The poked hand seemed to be electrocuted. Pasa almost threw off the pen in his hand. He looked at his right hand. It seemed that the temperature of the other party had not dissipated completely. I felt that the right half of my body was still in the slightly crispy and numb feeling just now.

"I, I see." Pasa replied stumblingly, Shen Bai looked at him, then stood up and returned to his bed.

"You can write it a few more times, feel it and go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow." Shen Bai slowly grabbed the quilt next to him, said good night to the other party, then closed his eyes, and the training during the day He was exhausted long ago, and after dragging on with Pasa for a while, Shen Bai soon fell asleep.

"Good night." Pasa said, but still sat at the table and looked at the handwriting on the light screen. He picked up the light pen and scratched over and over again the letters that the other party had just written with him. After a while, there was no one outside. The light was on, and then he slowly walked to his bedside.

"Thank you."

He was answered by the black-haired boy's shallow breathing.

The next day came when the black-haired soldiers felt nervous or resisted. Even though these teenagers had extraordinary achievements and military ranks in the future, they still couldn't help covering their faces slightly when recalling this day.

There was no opener, and they didn't regenerate themselves in one night. Even though everyone tightened their joints when they went to the field to show the training results, they told themselves that they must perform well and not lose face, but in the end it was of no avail.

Instructor Motar gave the password, and the stance and several movements at the beginning were completed beyond the usual perfection. Even Instructor Motar's eyes were stained with satisfaction, but the brown-haired and yellow-haired soldier next to him didn't have a single drumbeat. Let's applaud, this is different from the situation of the previous teams on the field. The abnormal calm on the field made the group of black-haired soldiers feel more and more nervous.

And this tension reaches its peak when turning and running in unison.

The voice of Instructor Motar's password fluctuated a little.

After the first password was issued, the brown heads and yellow people on the sidelines had already started laughing together, even though this kind of laughter was neither in line with military discipline nor politeness, but there was no sign of stopping.

Mortar's face was still tense. When the scarred face was tense, children would probably want to cry when they saw it, but now he is standing in the middle of the crowd and accepting such ridicule. Facing Motaer, Shen Bai's heart tightened, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed.

The black-haired soldiers faced each other a little bit, looking at each other for a moment, there was a kind of grievance in their eyes that wanted to cry.It was already sad and ashamed enough, but it reached the extreme in the subsequent burst of laughter, and the subsequent actions were a mess. They stood in the middle not like soldiers showing off their training results, but more like a group of funny clowns .

However, when they left the stage at the end, they still received rare applause from other worlds. The first one to applaud was Helimus who was so laughing that he couldn't make a sound. Shen Bai was standing in the first row and could see each other's appearance. After the first sudden applause sounded, everyone started to applaud like an infectious disease. This loud sound was comparable to the enthusiasm of the first world when they were on the field, but it didn't make the black-haired soldiers feel better.Mortar's face was as cold as ice, making the hearts of several tall people who noticed him from the corner of their eyes tremble.

At this time, no one in the third team wanted to stay in this field, but the parade was not over yet. Major Anda commented on the situation of each queue. The first team was still considered neat and was praised. There was nothing wrong with the end, he was quite energetic, and he got good comments. The black-haired soldiers had no expectations for Major Anda's comments. Sure enough, they were sent back after receiving a round of criticism.

Walking in a neat queue to their own training ground, the third team knew that the real pain was still waiting for them.

Accepted the ridicule of other teams, received unwanted applause, and received criticism from superiors... This day is destined to be full of disasters.