Bunny

When Feng Qi came out of the infirmary, the teams on the playground had already stood up in twos and threes. Because it was not the time for the training to start, no one cared about it. Some gathered to chat, some were listless. Very loose.

Feng Qi just arrived at the playground, when he saw Li Heng leaning towards this side with treacherous eyebrows: "Brother Feng, the old sixth and the three of them just took care of it, Brother Feng, Brother Feng?"

When Feng Qi came to his senses, he was surrounded by a group of younger brothers, staring at him curiously with sincere eyes, waiting for him to speak.

Feng Qi nodded calmly: "Well, okay, let's go to training."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qi turned around and left, leaving behind a group of younger brothers who looked at each other in blank dismay.

"We just..." Li Heng raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "It seems that we didn't speak?"

Brothers, you looked at me, I looked at you, and shook their heads, expressing that they did not understand the brain circuit of the boss talking to himself.

Maybe this is the boss.

Just at this time, the instructors began to whistle, and the monitors of each class immediately formed a team, ready to start the training in the afternoon.

"Where's that kid in your team?" The instructor of the third class came over and asked Feng Qi without seeing Wen Zhuo.

"He's injured." Feng Qi straightened his hat and replied righteously: "We need to rest."

The instructor was a little suspicious: "It's just a fall, it's not that serious, right? You used to be beaten every day without rest."

Feng Qi frowned slightly: "How can this be compared?"

Wen Zhuo's soft flesh should be taken care of.

The instructor thought about it, yes, these children are tired of being used up by their families now, and they really can't compare with Feng Qi.

The two looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

It's just that they don't know what the other party is agreeing with.

"By the way, after you come out of this trial, are you going to participate in the competition in W City?" The instructor seemed to remember something, and casually mentioned: "Your father hopes that you will participate in the competition and successfully enter the group. When you graduate, with these resumes, you can be directly transferred to the city bureau."

Feng Qi lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the yellow sand under his feet.

He thought of some past events, training, father, competition, the things that made up most of his life were intertwined, and they quickly passed before his eyes like a movie, and finally they were frozen on a round smiling face.

Feng Qi held the lighter in his pocket, raised his head, looked towards the playground, and said "Let's talk about it when the time comes, train first", and then walked towards the playground.

The instructor didn't say much, and followed the seal to the students, and started the devil training all afternoon.

Closed training is very hard. These instructors are really training everyone seriously. They remember everyone's limit, and then force everyone to go beyond the limit. Every day, everyone is walking on the road of surpassing themselves. Tired and sweating all over, he kept opening his mouth and gasping for breath.

Only Wen Zhuo was not.

Wen Zhuo didn't have much fun staying in the infirmary. He quietly ran back to the dormitory, then went to the bathroom with a basin, poured half a basin of cold water, then went to pick up half a basin of hot water, adjusted the temperature of the water, and brought it back to the bathroom. in the dormitory.

He wanted to take a shower by himself while everyone was training.

There is a bathhouse in the training base, but it is only open after six o’clock in the evening every night, and it is open until eight o’clock in the evening. During these two hours, all the students will go to take a bath, and the small bathing pool is crowded to the brim. Share a nozzle.

Wen Zhuo didn't want to take a bath with others, so he secretly wiped himself with water in the bathroom at night, but he went to peek at the gun with Zheng Hui yesterday, and didn't wipe it, and now he feels sticky all over his body. It's comfortable, so wipe it off yourself while no one is around.

The process of taking a bath is also very simple, that is, take off all the clothes, then take a white towel and dip it in warm water, wring it dry, and rub it on yourself.

Wen Zhuo grew up with soft flesh since he was a child, and his body was soft everywhere, with a small white belly, soft calves, and small round shoulders. He looked thin when he was wearing clothes, but he found it when he took off the clothes. There is meat all over the body.

I didn't feel much when I was wearing pants before, but now that I took off the pants, Wen Zhuo was startled by his own injury.

His precious bones have been with his mother since he was a child, and he can't be touched since he was a child. If he falls and knocks, his body will be blue and purple for a month, so his mother has cherished him since he was a child. If his father hadn't made a lot of trouble this time, he Mom will not let him go to the police academy.

Wen Zhuo sighed and glanced at himself.

His injury will not heal within the next two months.

One of his right legs was so horrible that he couldn't bear to look at it. It was bruised and purple, and there was a layer of yellow liquid on it. It looked like a dyeing dish had been opened. He didn't dare to wipe the leg with a towel, so he had to Wipe the other leg.

His lower back was also bruised, and when he bent over, he felt a dull pain, and he wiped himself while sucking in air-conditioning.

The warm towel was rubbed over the skin, and the sticky skin was wiped dry. Wen Zhuo immediately felt much more comfortable, so he soaked the towel in it again, planning to wipe it for the second time.

But just as he soaked the towel in the basin, he suddenly heard the sound of the doorknob being pulled.

Someone is back!

Wen Zhuo was taken aback, and suddenly realized that he was not wearing any clothes. In a blink of an eye, Wen Zhuo turned his head, jumped onto the lower bunk bed, and pulled up the quilt in front of him.

When Feng Qi opened the door and came in, he saw Wen Zhuo sitting on his bed naked, holding his quilt in his arms. The quilt was too big, just blocking Wen Zhuo's chest, and was caught between Wen Zhuo's legs. Suddenly, Feng Qi glanced over and saw Wen Zhuo wrapped in a quilt, looking at him in panic.

Feng Qi's eyes moved from Wen Zhuo's panicked face to Wen Zhuo's round shoulders, and then along the waistline to his thighs, sliding all the way down, and finally fixed on Wen Zhuo's ankles.

Wen Zhuo's ankles are not thin, but fleshy, and his toes are pink and round. At this time, he was curled up nervously. When Feng Qi took a look, he immediately shrank back, and shrank under the quilt. On the top is Yingrun's thigh.

Feng Qi's throat moved, and he slowly raised his head, looking at Wen Zhuo with darkened eyes.

In the dormitory, what kind of bad things are you doing hiding in his bed while he's not around?

Wen Zhuo now has the desire to die.

Why did he jump on Feng Qi's bed?

If he had known that it was the seal that came in, he would have jumped onto Li Heng's bed!

Seeing other people on his bed, Feng Qi must be upset, right?

Wen Zhuo glanced at Feng Qi with a guilty conscience, and was immediately startled by Feng Qi's eyes.

Feng Qi was staring at him with a cold face, his eyes seemed to eat him up!

Wen Zhuo swallowed dryly, faced Feng Qi's knife-scratching eyes, and explained tremblingly: "Well, that, I didn't mean to go to your bed, I was taking a bath just now, and I heard someone coming back Hurry up and hide."

The thin and soft voice slowly penetrated into the ears, and it was possible to bring back the rationality of the seal.

Feng Qi finally tore his gaze away from Wen Zhuo, glanced at the water basin on the ground, and suddenly remembered that Wen Zhuo went to the bathroom with the basin at night.

So, Wen Zhuo was taking a bath just now?

If he came in half a second faster, wouldn't he be able to see——

Feng Qi closed his eyes, forced these thoughts out of his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Get up."

Wen Zhuo didn't hear clearly.

"Get up." Feng Qi said it again, and after a pause, he added a few more words: "I have something on my bed, I want to take it."

It turned out to be back to fetch things.

Only then did Wen Zhuo come to his senses, and quickly jumped off the bed hugging the quilt.

Because he was afraid that Feng Qi would see his body, so he had to go down with the big quilt and use the quilt to block himself, so his movements were very slow, and Wen Zhuo felt keenly that when he got up, Feng Qi suddenly He frowned and turned his face, looking very unhappy.

That's right, no one would be happy if someone else sat on his bed like this.

Wen Zhuo became more and more anxious. He couldn't stand still and stepped on the bed, but he forgot that his leg was still injured. When he got up, he didn't keep up with his legs and feet. As soon as it was crooked, Wen Zhuo threw himself on the ground with a "Aww".

Wen Zhuo saw that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, his small round face was frightened and distorted, his hands kept struggling, but he couldn't stop his tendency to fall.

In the blink of an eye, a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Wen Zhuo's waist, and with some force, Wen Zhuo slammed into a chest with a "bang", avoiding the tragic ending of being hit on the ground.

Wen Zhuo let out a small sigh of relief, raised his head and folded his hands together, sincerely thanking the seal in front of him: "Student Feng, thank you for having you."

Originally, Feng Qi kept looking down to avoid seeing Wen Zhuo's body, but after he hugged Wen Zhuo, the following...

Feng Qi seemed to be scalded by what he saw, and he raised his head instantly, his eyes raised up, and they bumped into Wen Zhuo's face.

Wen Zhuo folded his hands together, put them under his chin, and looked at him with a happy face, his pink mouth opened and closed, Feng Qi could no longer hear what he was saying, and all his attention was on his hands.

He held Wen Zhuo's waist.

Soft but not slender, not the kind of waist that is so thin that it is full of bones, the size is just right, he can hold it with one forearm, and the skin is delicate, like high-quality suet jade.

Feng Qi shook his hand heavily.

With a pain in his waist, Wen Zhuo realized that something was wrong.

When he was hugged by Feng Qi from the bed, his whole body fell into Feng Qi's arms. Now his feet are stepping on Feng Qi's boots, and his whole body is bound by Feng Qi's arms, with only a half-inch gap in the middle .

When he fell down just now, he let go, and the quilt that was supposed to be in his arms had already rolled to the ground, so now he is——

Wen Zhuo stiffened his bones, lowered his head inch by inch, and then raised his head abruptly.

He was bumping into Feng Qi's downcast gaze.

The second they met his gaze, Feng Qi was withdrawing his gaze from him.

Wen Zhuo was stunned for two seconds, then screamed and stretched out his hand, covering Feng Qi's eyes.

"No! Sure! Look! Ah!"