Bunny

Before Wen Zhuo came here, he had some understanding of the difficulty of this closed training, but after really walking around in this training, he realized that he knew too little.

People's training is to strengthen the body, but this base training is to kill you.

He finally made it to lunch time, and couldn't even lift his legs, so he and Ah Ji helped each other to eat lunch.

During the meal, the instructor did not let them run forward, and everyone had been tossing all morning, so tired that they all drooped their heads and ears when they walked, and the team was a little loose.

The two brothers and sisters were walking together when they suddenly saw a skinny figure running over from another team, rubbing against them, and asked with an embarrassed look: "Brother, can you take care of the sugar?"

Wen Zhuo knew who this person was, his nickname was Shouhou, and he was in the same dormitory as him, so logically speaking, he should be given a candy, but...

Wen Zhuo's small round face wrinkled and wrinkled, his small mouth was pursed again and again, he shook his head and said, "Candy? I don't have any candy."

The thin monkey didn't think too much when he heard the words, scratched his head and said "sorry" and left.

Wen Zhuo scratched his small pocket guiltily, and dragged Ah Ji to the canteen quickly.

On the other side, the thin monkey walked back to class one tremblingly, without daring to lift his head, and replied with a bitter face: "He's out of candy."

Then, the thin monkey heard a sneer from above his head, and Brother Feng turned around and left.

From the playground to the cafeteria, Feng Qi forced out a murderous look, and the students around him took the initiative to stay half a meter away from Feng Qi.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Brother Feng was in a bad mood today.

Only Wen Zhuo couldn't see it.

After eating from the cafeteria, it is ten past twelve. They have a lunch break. They gather at the playground at 02:30 and can rest for two hours. Because they are tired all morning, most of the students have to rest and catch up on sleep when they go back. When he returned to the dormitory and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed, he realized that Wen Zhuo sneaked up to his bed.

It was the lunch break time, and most of the people were asleep with their quilts rolled up. Feng Qi noticed that Wen Zhuo was like a thief, sneaking up to his side, and stuffed something next to his pillow.

There was not much movement, like a thief. After putting it down, I climbed onto the bed all the way and went to sleep.

Hearing the sound of going to bed, Feng Qi slowly stretched out his hand, and picked it up beside the pillow. He picked it up and saw that it was a candy.

Feng Qi stared at the palm of his hand for a moment, raised his sharp thick eyebrows, hooked the corner of his mouth, bit the candy skin, took two pieces of soft candy, stuffed them into his mouth, and took two hard bites.

Lychee flavor, a little sweet.

Little liar, you still say there is no sugar?

At this time, Wen Zhuo on the upper bunk heard the sound of tearing sugar paper from the lower bunk, turned over happily, shook his little feet, rolled up the quilt, and added another ten points to himself contentedly, under the quilt Li secretly laughed twice.

He only has the last tube of candy left, how can he give it indiscriminately? Of course, this kind of goodwill can only be given to good brothers!

They lived just apart from the upper and lower bunks, so there was no soundproofing, Wen Zhuo was laughing on top, and Feng Qi could hear it clearly from below.

That laughter seemed to have a small hook, gently hooking Feng Qi's ears, making Feng Qi unable to help but want to hear it more clearly.

Feng Qi supported the bed and sat up slowly.

The upper bunk was silent.

Feng Qi waited patiently. While waiting, he tore the candy paper with the tip of his teeth. The sound of the candy paper being torn was not loud, but it was relatively clear in the quiet dormitory.

However, there was no movement on the upper bunk bed, but there was movement on the opposite bed.

The thin monkey who was sleeping on the opposite side of the seal turned around, stared at the seal with blinking eyes, and then stared at the candy in the seal's hand, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

Feng Qi bit the candy paper for a while, and then slowly glanced at the thin monkey.

The thin monkey Maliu closed his eyes, and even turned around to show that I couldn't see anything.

Wen Zhuo, who was on the upper bunk, didn't notice this "turbulent undercurrent" at all, and fell asleep hugging the quilt.

Feng Qi withdrew his gaze, stared at the candy in his hand for a moment, seemed to realize what he was doing, frowned slightly, and lay back down again.

The lunch break time passed quickly, and when the assembly call sounded in the corridor, everyone opened their eyes drowsily, yawned tiredly and got out of bed.

When the thin monkey heard the whistle and went out, he vaguely realized that something was wrong. He looked back and found that Brother Feng was still sitting on the bed, tying his shoelaces slowly, and did not come out.

Hey, that's not right, Brother Feng has always moved swiftly and never sloppily, why is he so slow today?

But this thought flashed through his mind, and he was quickly urged by the whistle to run out.

After everyone in the dormitory had run away, Feng Qi stood up from the lower bunk, turned his head slightly, and glanced back casually.

Wen Zhuo was lying on the bed, sleeping on his back, the clothes on his upper body were rolled up, revealing his white and soft belly, the quilt was kicked aside by him, his little face was buried in the pillow, Feng Qi glanced over, just in time to see him A small half of the profile face.

The little round face was pressed against the pillow, a small piece bulged slightly, the small mouth was squeezed shut, revealing some white teeth, and Feng Qi's eyes slipped from his slightly curled eyelashes, and fell on his eyes again. on the ears.

The small ears were round and delicate, and when Feng Qi came back to his senses, he realized that he had already stretched out his hand, hanging over Wen Zhuo's ear, almost touching it.

Wen Zhuo was still sleeping unconsciously.

Feng Qi's movements froze, his movements changed instantly, he turned abruptly in a direction, patted Wen Zhuo's bed board, and said "training" as if to deceive his ears, turned around and walked away with big strides.

The bed board was slapped, Wen Zhuo woke up from his sleepiness, and vaguely heard someone shouting "Training", he opened his eyes in a daze, and looked around only to find that there was no one else, he hurriedly got out of bed Climbed down, dressed in a hurry, and rushed out of the dormitory building.

Most of the students had already gathered in the open space in front of the dormitory building. Wen Zhuo came late and rushed into the queue. When he came in, he heard the students around him discussing something excitedly in a low voice.

"Are you really going to shoot?"

"Fuck, it's so cool, this training was not in vain!"

"It is said that only two people in a class can practice."

"What shot?" Wen Zhuo came late, and hurriedly asked the chicken next to him.

Ah Ji supported his glasses, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and wept silently.

Don't ask, it means weak chickens can't practice guns.

"Everyone is there, stand up!" Suddenly, the instructor shouted from the front.

All students stood up immediately.

"Everyone should have heard just now that today we will select two students from each class to go to the gun practice room to practice guns. These two places will be selected by the competition. Whoever wins the selection will be selected tomorrow. I can touch the gun."

A large group of young men around were clenching their fists excitedly, and even the chickens stamped their feet, but Wen Zhuo was not interested.

He never liked these things with knives and guns.

The competition the instructor said was actually a competition within the class, from long-distance running tests to push-ups, and the class leader counted them.

The monitor of their class was Feng Qi, and many students saw that Feng Qi seemed to be very powerful, so they gathered around Feng Qi and kept asking about "touching the gun".

Feng Qi didn't respond most of the time. He stood beside the competition field and took a timer to record everyone's results. He didn't answer, and no one dared to urge him. They all stood around him.

Occasionally when Feng Qi has time, if he simply says a few words, the people around him will nod violently, with the appearance of "you are so awesome, I admire you so much, can you say a few more words", which makes Wen Zhuo very angry .

Is it easy for me to flatter you!Why are you all taking my job!

Wen Zhuo wanted to squeeze to the side of the seal several times to have a chat, but there were too many people around, he couldn't squeeze in, so he stamped his feet angrily and moved to the side, gnashing his teeth and stomping the ground with his feet.

If Wen Zhuo looked back at this time, he could see that Feng Qi, who had been expressionless just now, suddenly curled his lips, and then quickly lowered his eyes, pretending that nothing happened.

But unfortunately, Wen Zhuo didn't look back, because all his eyes were attracted by Ah Ji.

Ah chicken, whose name is Zheng Hui, is angry like a kicking bull at this time, his face is flushed, and he is stomping on the ground with greater strength than him, and it looks like he wants to trample the ground out of a hole.

"Ah chicken." Wen Zhuo's eyes widened in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

"I lost." Zheng Hui gritted his teeth and shook his head in excitement: "I lost!"

Wen Zhuo was silent for a moment, then patted Zheng Hui on the shoulder silently: "Chicken, take off your glasses and look at the real world, it's not normal if you win, okay?"

Zheng Hui became more and more annoyed: "I want to touch a gun. I entered the police academy because I want to be a policeman. I want to touch a gun."

He was angry that he couldn't win.

"Okay." Wen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice: "One day I will be able to touch it."

Zheng Hui moved his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp. He turned his head sharply and saw the squad leader who was surrounded in the middle withdraw his gaze.

The new squad leader seemed to be—looking at him?

Zheng Hui scratched his scalp, thought about it carefully, and felt that he was not familiar with the new monitor.

Although these monitors are called monitors in name, they are actually the instructor's helpers, and they help some students to "cheat" during training in order to prevent the monitors from getting too familiar with the students, so students from other classes are the monitors.

After all, they don't know each other.

Zheng Hui looked at the new squad leader again, only to find that he wasn't looking at him at all.

Delusion.

Zheng Hui's attention fell on the crowd who were playing again. His eyes were hidden behind the lens, scanning the crowd back and forth, and suddenly said without thinking: "I heard from them that the place where the gun was shot was in that building. Inside, in the hall on the first floor, although there is a door lock, you can jump in through the window, and you can touch the gun after entering, so the control is not strict."

Wen Zhuo nodded perfunctorily: "En."

Zheng Hui lowered his head and babbled for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wen Zhuo's shoulders, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you want to do something big tonight, will you come?"