G soldier diary

I love Thursdays. Juguang class is like an art class, and I get high marks for any writing.

Carrying Bei is super gay, and Carrying Bei just doesn't like playing basketball. (creating a stereotype)

Hei Pangpang and Da Gen were still writing the first two or three sentences in the soldier's diary, and I quickly finished writing a page of experience.We watched the brainwashing field on TV, and the program of the national army was being staged in it.

"Han Milang!" "Seventeen Bronze Men!" "Password!" "Shaolin Kung Fu conquers the world and is famous for its traditional Kung Fu medicine!" Please specify the Seventeen Bronze Man Xing Qi San!" "Xing Qi! San San San San San ~" In the TV commercials, a few rookies are over there.

Damn, this advertisement is broadcasted one after another while watching a program. I really don't understand the ambiguous relationship between Huashi National Army and Eighteen Bronze Men.The ad is full of skinny guys, short guys, and fat guys from the recruit's diary, which is super annoying.You have been advertising that we can’t buy it in Xinxun, after all, there is a fart, and if you want to shoot, you don’t need to find some hunks. (The point is this, right?)

The broadcast in Juguang Garden ended, and the dean announced the matter.

"I sent a list. We need to count how many people will take the Fengluan Chunen bus back during the holidays, and how many people will return by bus." The head counselor looked very sexy.

"There is another piece of information to fill in before get out of class ends, including whether you have a girlfriend or not, so fill it out truthfully." I picked up the information to read, and the dean continued to add a sentence to everyone: "Do you still have a boyfriend?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! 』The audience roared with laughter, really roared with laughter.

You guys are laughing farts, can you carry Beibei's boyfriend better than your girlfriend?

And Xiaojun is still a long-distance runner, his physical strength is better and he can move on his own! (Television shopping?) I looked at the information in my hand, and there was actually an option for a boyfriend.

Huh?When did the national army become so advanced?

wrong!This option must be designed for girls to volunteer!I was almost fooled by the soft top of the counselor's trousers. It's not so easy to catch me!

Although I struggled for a long time, I still ticked off.

"Don't you have a girlfriend? You look like that when you talk on the phone!" Hei Pangpang complained.

"Fuck your ass, hum. 』

"you liar."

"You fat man. 』

"I want to tell the dean!" Hei Pangpang said jokingly.

At the end of Juguang's class, the mood was even more refreshing.I've finished writing what I should write, wait for some physical training, tomorrow is the holiday!I felt a lot of air bubbles appearing around, and my feeling was written inside, which was Miao Miao Miao.

"Oh? Do you still draw illustrations in the soldier's diary?" Xiaoyu suddenly appeared from behind, accompanied by a warm current like clouds and fog.

"Yeah...it's more interesting to say. ’ I turned around and saw his super handsome smile on the back of my head.

"It's okay?"

"Last week, the monitor didn't say anything when he drew like this. 』I turned over.

"Yu, as expected of Brother Fei." He picked up my notebook.

"Then I want to see it too." 』

"No, mine is boring." Xiaoyu went to his seat and handed me his private diary.

This is!The legendary exchange diary! (not at all) I happily opened his GI to see his soft and sleek font, the same as his profile, writing some nonsense about training like most of me.

"Brother Fei used to be a handsome guy." He looked at the photo of me and a group of gays and said. "What basketball team are you on?" Xiaoyu quickly turned to the life photos posted at the back of the soldier's diary.

"No, just a group of friends. 』

What basketball team? You can tell it's a women's volleyball team just by looking at it. Can't you tell that you're also wearing brand-name underwear?

I also imitated him and immediately turned to the part of his last life photo.

The first one is a personal photo of him. He is super handsome with headphones and a baseball cap, and he used to have short, clean hair.I turned to the next one and suddenly felt dizzy, and my eyes were almost dark.

It's a group photo with some super-positive women in a high-end restaurant.

I didn't expect my mood to fluctuate so violently, because it was obviously heterosexual, and those women were just flirtatious looks trying to win Xiaoyu's favor, and there might even be his ex-girlfriend among them.

The next page is even more untrue.

It is a photo of a woman with heavy make-up and Xiaoyu face to face. The two are smiling happily, which is completely the happiness of the heterosexual world.

After quickly flipping through the next few photos of him and his parents abroad.

"Crack." I closed his notebook, and a door in my heart also closed.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Xiaoyu turned to me and frowned, looking like a puppy.

It was as if I saw a sexual photo of my boyfriend and someone else (one percent of my mood), and I felt an unknown fire in my heart.

"No, I have a sore throat, like a cold. 』"Are you okay?" He put his warm hand on my shoulder.

"I'll go get some water first. After finishing speaking, I left the Zhongshan room.

Isn't this already known?Why do you still feel like you did it when you saw it on the spot?

My heart is depressed and my heart beats faster, as if my heart is pumping out a lot of negative energy blood, which makes me extremely painful.Xiaoyu is just very gentle, he knows at a glance that he loves abalone.At noon today, I was already prepared to leave, but I didn't expect it to be too late.Humans really have to be forced to be serious.

"Isn't this already known? 』I muttered to the internal affairs cabinet.

In bed, I lie down and savor the taste.This kind of feeling of falling out of love is amazing, a little happy and a little sad. I didn't have any expectations, but I couldn't control the other self in my subconscious.It's like waking up from a beautiful dream, even if you have to face a lot of work and suffering after waking up, but this is the cruel reality. The only advantage of the truth is that at least he is not fake.

It's like seeing a netizen and seeing me, disappointment and happiness always go hand in hand, the disappointing part is a fake photo, the happy part is that at least we don't have to waste time talking about why do you miss me at night.

After class, I went back to the Zhongshan room, and the boys exuded a joyful atmosphere.And my situation changes as I like, no matter how happy they are chatting, I just want to tell them all to shut up, just like a monitor who is menstruating.

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