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The flight academy implements militarized management, and it is only a little loose on weekends.In order to train discipline, the college has given great powers to the gates. Students usually have to show them their exit slips when they come in and out, register classes, names, approvers, and go through various procedures.If you go in and out at night, not only will you be interrogated, you may have to call the instructor in charge to pick you up in person before you can let them go.

In terms of age, Yan Mingxin and Jun Yang are not a few years older than the senior students. From the appearance, they are younger than some people, so it is not surprising that they are regarded as students.It is not easy to bring a living person into the college in the middle of the night. In principle, the dormitory management system does not allow people outside the school to stay overnight.

Jun Yang was thinking about how to answer.

When the two returned to the main entrance, the gate was already closed, leaving only a side door next to the gate hut.Unexpectedly, the two of them walked in one after the other, and the doorman on duty took a look, and didn't even have the intention to get up!

Yan Mingxin was also surprised. After walking for a long time, he asked in a low voice, "They didn't even ask me?"

Jun Yang felt even more miraculous.

The door guard didn't check him, probably because he was familiar with him. After all, he has been here for more than a month, but why didn't he question Yan Mingxin?

After thinking about it, he could only conclude that Yan Mingxin's charm is not only in appearance - he is the kind of person who is full of righteousness, no matter day or night, as long as you see him, you will know that there is light here.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited.

It was long past bedtime, and the two sneaked into the dormitory lightly.

Yan Mingxin asked: "I got a haircut on the way here, but that kid didn't clean it up for me. Do you have water here?"

"Yes." Jun Yang took him to the bathroom, found a basin, and brought a kettle, "You wash, I'll get you a clean towel."

He is not a saddlebacker, and he is usually too lazy to be considerate for others, but his lawless ego has been tortured to malnutrition in these three weeks and has become submissive.

Seeing that Jun Yang was actually serving others with his own hands, he didn't dare to say a word, he hid his tail between his legs, and asked his brain to point out to him quietly: the towel is here, here.

Yan Mingxin was afraid that his clothes would get wet, so he took off his shirt, shirtless, bent down to fetch a basin of water from the sink, and rubbed the shampoo on his head to form a pile of foam.

Jun Yang took back towels, toothbrushes and other dry items, and leaned on the door frame without standing.He stared at Yan Mingxin's naked half body thoughtfully, and inexplicably remembered when he was writing his thesis.

Looking at his achievements and comments now, ordinary people only see brilliance, and it is hard to imagine how difficult he was going through at that time.Students like him who do not have a military rank, are not of a certain military age, and do not have outstanding military achievements are "three no personnel".

He has to spend less than two years studying to complete the academic assessment, and he has to write a thesis at the same level as an ordinary four-year military school student.

But in all fairness, even if it is only from the perspective of material conservation, his previous living environment, social interaction and contact knowledge are all barren soil. How can a person with his background write enough to graduate from the Central Command Academy? Thesis?

He didn't know how to write, and for several months, he forgot to eat and sleep, and kept writing and revising.Often the content that he was proud of the day before, when he looked back the next day, he felt incomprehensible, illogical and disgusting, so he rolled it into a ball and declared it invalid.

His mood now is exactly the same as back then - he is puzzled, he doesn't understand why he dared to express his opinion with such a calm mind just now?

He couldn't believe it, he wasn't a tree stump, how could he be deliriously satisfied when Yan Mingxin rubbed his shoulder?

If he didn't have any extravagant thoughts in the face of such a person, then what is the difference between him living like a log?

His pupils dilated, his mind was locked in an unreachable place, he put the towel on his shoulders, and put his hands firmly on Yan Mingxin's waist.

Yan Mingxin's movements froze, his whole body tensed up, he turned around stiffly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Water mixed with foam dripped down Yan Mingxin's elbow and onto Jun Yang's arm.

He didn't care, and let them come and go without moving: "Look at how much weight you've lost."

"...Oh." Yan Mingxin lowered his head, his mind was like a blank space.

He has indeed lost weight, so to speak, Master Jun Yang is well-known; but this measuring posture made him feel uncomfortable, as if the two of them closed the door and measured it, it was not suitable for others to see.

He blurted out, "Is your outside door closed?"

It sounded like...it seemed to acquiesce to Jun Yang's behavior.

There was no way, his ability to judge right and wrong was in a cloud, and he didn't know whether he should mind Jun Yang holding his waist, or whether someone would come in.

Jun Yang laughed inaudibly, and slid his hand a little towards the middle of his abdomen: "The door is closed."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Washing hair and bathing with the least amount of water and the fastest speed, these are trivial things in the army, but he suddenly moved slowly, as if the valve of the faucet weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't do anything that affected his body, especially the muscles in his waist and abdomen. Finish.

Don't ask why it affects, he can't give a scientific explanation, but he just can't pretend to be unaware and wash it down.

Yan Mingxin's Adam's apple also felt that today's situation was very difficult, and he rolled up and down dryly.

He said in embarrassment: "Wait for me outside? I'll finish washing soon, don't get the water on your body."

"Okay." Jun Yang agreed without hesitation, his voice was crisp and pleasant, without any muddling.

But this person, when he was about to leave, he didn't take his hand back cleanly, he touched it along the way he came, and then left.

The feeling of the man's palm sliding over his waist made Yan Mingxin shudder, and he could even feel the lines of Jun Yang's palm and the slight ups and downs of his muscles.

He was terrified for a long while, and after washing numbly, when he dried his hair and went out, someone else had already spread a thin quilt, and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a T-shirt and shorts, smoking.

"..." The light was blinding, Yan Mingxin would rather see nothing in the dark room, he couldn't help asking before walking over, "Did you lock the door from the inside?"

"Yes, it's locked and unlocked, you asked twice." Jun Yang pinched his cigarette impatiently, motioned him to lie down inside, and calmly got up to turn off the light.

Yan Mingxin: "...Oh."

"Crack." The room was dark.

Jun Yang approached slowly with slippers on, lay down on the bed, stretched out his arms, picked up Yan Mingxin's T-shirt, and covered his abdominal muscles with his hands.

The whole movement is flowing and natural, as if it is only right and proper, and there is no need to ask more questions.

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Jun Yang said softly: "Even if I didn't lock or lock it, no one would come to knock on my door without saying a word. The people living on this floor are all tutors and instructors, and they are not so unqualified."

Yan Mingxin's eight-pack abs are not just for display, they have been honed through hard work in various complicated environments. Normally, he can almost control each ab muscle by himself with his consciousness.But the eight brothers had never seen such a surprise attack like today before going up the mountain of knives and down the sea of ​​fire. Frightened by a palm that had no tendency to attack, they shrank into a ball and shivered, and ran around crying and howling.

Yan Ming confidently said shut up, don't ask me, I don't know where to run!

His mouth was dry: "Jun Yang, do you have any water here? I want to drink water."

"Yes." Jun Yang withdrew his hand and got up to pour water.

No matter how big the water glass is, even if it is a water tank, it will drink up one day.

After Yan Mingxin finished drinking, Jun Yang put the empty water glass on the window sill beside the bed, yawned, then lifted his clothes with ease, and put his hand in it.

Yan Mingxin: "Wait a minute, go to the toilet, I drank too much water."

"Go." Jun Yang was very patient, got up to make way, and kicked the slippers to him.

The bathroom is not a suitable place to spend the night, Yan Mingxin must come back.

"You..." As soon as he lay down, Jun Yang's hand came as promised, "Don't lift your clothes, it's really itchy."

Jun Yang smiled generously, and put his hands on the outside of his clothes in a kind manner.

Yan Mingxin asked: "...What are you laughing at?"

"I don't do anything, I'm just used to sleeping with something in my arms. You take up the space of my quilt. Who will I hug if I don't hug you?" Jun Yang said lazily, "Besides, I didn't touch anything on your body. Ever? What's there to be nervous about?"

Yan Mingxin's soul went out of his body, and he asked in a low voice in the silent night: "What?"

"When you were in the hospital, didn't you lie down and couldn't move?" Jun Yang said lightly, "The doctor said it was okay, so he rubbed it for you more. If you lie down for a long time, you may be afraid that the blood vessels will not be elastic, and you will be troubled if you have a blood clot."

Yan Mingxin thought about it, what the doctor said was really reasonable, if he had no trauma, but had to bid farewell to the flight post due to blood clots, it would be a real loss.

He asked: "How to knead?"

Jun Yang casually rubbed his tight abdominal muscles twice through his clothes: "That's how it is."

Yan Mingxin: "Rub your stomach?"

Jun Yang couldn't help laughing, "How is it possible?"

"Where is that rubbing?" Yan Ming was confident and frightened, he had a premonition, but he didn't want to face it.

Jun Yang patted him on the shoulder, motioned him to turn his back, and patted several places on his back: "And..."

He patted Yan Mingxin's buttocks: "Here. You have to rub it every day, and you will get pressure sores if you don't rub it. Do you want to get pressure sores? That's ugly."

"..." Yan Mingxin whimpered, "I don't want to, but..."

"I'm still changing clothes. Even if I'm not awake, I still have to wear clean clothes. It's so troublesome to change your clothes. The tube inserted in your body..." Jun Yang scratched his thigh with his nails, "You have to put the tube first. It’s a good thing that the pants of the hospital gown are loose. You lie still, and it’s so heavy, I’m exhausted.”

"..." Yan Mingxin didn't care about the place where his nails scratched the hairs on his thighs, his heart was ashamed, and he temporarily declared social death.

He whispered sadly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Well," Jun Yang whispered softly, "It's okay."

In fact, he didn't care that much at all.

He followed the steps, washed his hands when he should wash his hands, and wore gloves when he should wear gloves, hoping that Yan Mingxin would wake up soon before it was too late.

However, he never thought that this person would follow him back to the dormitory one day, lie beside him, and let him touch him.

He had never felt such kindness from fate in his life, so proud that he forgot his face, so he couldn't help but tease him.

Yan Mingxin was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

It didn't sound like he was asleep, not even a gasp.

Jun Yang suddenly realized that he might have taken a joke too far.

Coma is a special physiological state, which is obviously beyond the control of a person, and will become an inseparable brand of experience with this person.

As long as Yan Mingxin has a choice, he probably would rather go through all kinds of difficulties to take care of himself than allow himself to follow the trend and be at the mercy of others.Even if it was really involuntary and all this had to happen, he would not want to hear the whole story recounted.

"I'm sorry." Jun Yang woke up, fearing that extreme joy would turn into sadness, he explained in a panic, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, nor did I ask you to accept my affection. Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and everyone has to experience these sooner or later. Don't be embarrassed, it's not your fault."

To discuss who is the culprit of this matter, Jun Yang said: "This account must be settled on the head of the person who hurt you."

Thinking of this, his shady interest was replaced by something heavier, and the scene of brutal and ruthless artillery fire reappeared in his mind.

He had a premonition that he was about to fall into an uncontrollable emotion, so he withdrew his hand instantly.

Being able to be discharged from the hospital intact is a sign of strict faith and great faith, the virtues of ancestors, the advancement of medical methods, and the dedication of doctors and nurses, but a good result does not mean that the responsibility of the murderer can be relieved. in discussion.

The numerical value of the compensation represents the degree of recognition of the responsibility. In the case of overwhelming evidence, the foreign department of District D is still bargaining for various reasons.Just ask, in the whole world, which bloody person can not be burned with anger!

After all, he shouldn't have gone to such a damned military school, learned such a damned idea, and pretended to have such an organizational discipline.When he should have seen Zhi Shen, he locked the car door and stabbed the knife directly in his heart.Of course, one stabbing can't kill anyone, so he kicked the accelerator again, threw off the bodyguards behind him, and ran for five to ten kilometers, and let his blood flow all over the ground, blood for blood...

Before thinking of the bloodiest part, Jun Yang's train of thought was interrupted.

Yan Mingxin stretched out a hand, and put it on his waist imitatingly, the distance was not enough, the hand slipped down.

The whole room was silent for a moment, and it climbed up again firmly.

Jun Yang: "..."

Yan Mingxin was really sad for a while, and the main reason for his sadness was that he couldn't explain it.

He keeps exercising, and in fact, his training assignments don't allow him not to.He has always maintained a good figure, and he is not too heavy, but he is tall and big, with long arms and legs, and it is difficult to control the center of gravity.This is a principle that it is more convenient to hug the one with the higher density and smaller volume among two objects of the same weight.

No wonder Jun Yang kept saying that he had lost weight, and he kept talking endlessly. It was because he was compared with him who was edema due to his previous illness.

He was very sad, it was the kind of grievance of being wronged, the most difficult part was that he couldn't take off his clothes and show Jun Yang: I'm not fat at all.

Even when he was sad, Jun Yang took his hand back, and he felt even more sad——Jun Yang was supposed to be a person who flew in the sky, but he must have thought of the tired and annoying days of taking care of him, and despised him.

When Jun Yang hugged him, he felt uncomfortable, and when Jun Yang took his hand away, the place where he was covered in heat felt empty again.

He closed his eyes and thought about it: What is he doing here?Is he penniless and homeless?Is he really someone who can't leave without a car?In an old house or dormitory, if he wants to sleep a lot, where can he not sleep?

"Hey..." He turned over "very naturally", stretched out his hand, ignored a little mistake, and said to himself, "It's time to sleep."

He thought it was a very comfortable posture for Jun Yang to put his hand on his stomach like this, otherwise he wouldn't tire of doing it again and again, but when he put his palm on Jun Yang's body, he realized that this posture was not natural.

Could it be that Jun Yang slept with his arms folded all night?

Yan Mingxin buried most of his face in the pillow, without even looking at it, he said dully: "Do you want to go in a little, so that you don't fall."

Jun Yang: "..."

There are street lights outside the faculty dormitory building, which shoot obliquely into the room, and burn the shape of the window in his eyes onto the ceiling, forming a small trapezoid.

Jun Yang stared at that place, and asked carefully: "Really?"

Yan Mingxin turned his head from the pillow: "What's the truth? I mean let you lie down a little bit."

Jun Yang's original intention was to ask something else, such as how close can he be, can he stick to him?

He thought over and over again, fearing that Yan Mingxin would be frightened away by his long Wangshu, and in the end he was empty-handed.

He was very measured, and moved in a short distance symbolically.

Yan Mingxin put his whole arm across his body, wrapped his back around his waist, and said "very naturally", "Okay, go to sleep."