Rarely fascinated

The purgatory-like life in the third year of high school not only exercises one's spiritual will, but also especially exercises one's physical fitness.For example, there are many people who stay up until 12 o'clock and do not go to bed to review. Of course, Wen Wen and Fang Zhiyuan obviously do not belong to this kind of people. They usually fall asleep before their heads touch the pillow after school, and stay up late to study. There is no fate, their physical exercise is some kind of indescribable... umm.

Wen Cun and the others started the [-]-day swearing-in meeting a few days after school started.

classmates!classmates!We are only 100 days away from the college entrance examination! 100 days!For your tomorrow's future, for the hope of the motherland, for living up to your parents, for your hard work, for the eyes that teachers look forward to BALABALA...  

Wen Cun dozed off, he glanced at Fang Zhiyuan, and whispered, "I'll sleep for a while."

Fang Zhiyuan turned his body to his side, let Wen Wen's head droop on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

Intoxicated by the principal's impassioned voice, Wen Chuan fell asleep after a while, even drooling.

After a while, he felt Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder move, and then move again.

"Finished?" Wen Cun straightened up and rubbed his eyes with his hands, "Can I go?"

He turned his head and looked around, and found that there was no one else in the auditorium except him and Fang Zhiyuan.

Tenderness, "..."

"I thought you would sleep until tomorrow." Fang Zhiyuan sighed, "Are you a pig?"

"Too sleepy." Wen Cun yawned, he raised his buttocks and stood up, "Want to eat?"

"Okay." Fang Zhiyuan thought for a while, "Just now the principal said that there will be an outing in the future, which will take about a day."

"I know." Wen Cun and Fang Zhiyuan walked side by side, "We have such an event every year after the [-]-day oath of the third year of high school."

"What are you doing?" Fang Zhiyuan asked, "Just walking?"

"Basically, walk up the mountain and then walk back." Wen Cun said, "It is said that the lunch at noon used to be steamed buns with old godmothers on them. We have to buy food tomorrow."

Steamed buns with old godmother...

Fang Zhiyuan was startled, and then silently agreed with Wen Cun's idea of ​​going to buy food.

On the day of the hike, it was raining lightly. It was the kind of "light rain" that seemed hypocritical to be drenched without an umbrella. Wen Cun thought about the things in his backpack and decided not to bring an umbrella. At worst, he would be drenched for a while. .

Wen Cun changed his sneakers that day, because I heard that they had to climb six or seven hills, and the first hill was at least three hours away from their school....

In fact, his physical fitness is considered good among a group of nerds who can only study. He can still let Fang Zhiyuan drag his arm to crawl forward with difficulty when all kinds of eighth-level disabled people have gradually fallen behind and can't keep up.

Wen Cun's mouth was dry and his lips were cracked, but there was no toilet on the road and he couldn't stop, and he didn't dare to drink water, so he could only bear it to the foot of the mountain. The soles of his feet were burning, probably blistered It's in the process.

Fang Zhiyuan frowned slightly and looked at him, "Is it okay?"

"Well," Wen Cun pursed his lips, and he nodded, "I'm a little tired, it's okay. I'm Iron Man, and I'm tough."

Fang Zhiyuan smiled for a while, "I still have the strength to make jokes."

"But this school is too inhuman." Wen Cun complained, "If I had known that I would have walked such a long way, I would not have come here. I am half exhausted, so I might as well sleep on the bed."

"A hot chick like you should come out for a walk." Fang Zhiyuan squinted at him, "Small arms and legs."

"Look at how many people are in front of us???" Wen Cun stared at the few people in front of them, then turned his head and looked back at the group of melon-eating troops behind, "We are already at the forefront of the world, brother. "

Fang Zhiyuan looked at Wen Cun, who was half paralyzed on him, and said, "If we don't lead the world, you won't be treated like this."

"Hey, in terms of the unbearable weight of life..." Fang Zhiyuan said with emotion.

"You think I'm heavy?" Wen Cun pressed his body down again, "Mount Tai crushed you to death."

Fang Zhiyuan dodged to the side, and almost knocked Wen Cun to the ground. He quickly picked up Wen Cun a second before it hit the ground, and said with a smile, "Don't crush yourself."

"Get off, get off." Wen Cun walked forward cursing, "Don't follow me."

At noon, they stopped at the bottom of the third hillside and started to supply food. One person distributed a pack of old godmothers and "as many as you want" steamed buns. Wen Cun found a corner and crossed his legs He took off his socks and looked at his feet distressedly.

"Is it really blistering?" Fang Zhiyuan leaned over to have a look, he grabbed Wen Wen's foot and pulled it into the crook of his leg, a blister formed on the inside of Wen Wen's foot, a small white bubble bulged up, he wrinkled Frowning, "Did I break it for you?"

"What the fuck is this?" Wen Cun stared at the blister on his foot, "Prince and Pea?"

"If you don't break it, I think it will hurt all afternoon." Fang Zhiyuan said.

Wen Cun frowned, "Go ahead, I... don't want to torture myself."

Fang Zhiyuan pinched the blister with the fingernails of his thumb and index finger and it burst. He wiped Wen Wen's feet with toilet paper, then looked into Wen Wen's eyes and said, "Stay here, wait for me for a while."

"Ah, where are you going?" Wen Cun looked up and asked.

"Borrow something."

"Oh." Wen Cun ticked his toes, "Then I'll have lunch first, I'm starving to death."

"kindness."

Fang Zhiyuan got up and jumped a few times, then Wen Cun watched helplessly as he walked into a group of evil girls on the opposite side.

Because of Fang Zhiyuan's appearance, many girls in the class liked him very much. When they saw him coming over, they asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Do you want some potato chips?"

Fang Zhiyuan coughed lightly, and then said surprisingly, "Well, which one of you brought... sanitary napkins?"

A group of girls, "...?"

Fang Zhiyuan touched his nose in embarrassment, "Jianghu emergency..."

"I...brought it." A girl hadn't come out of the shock, her voice was weak, "Is one enough?"

Fang Zhiyuan said, "...preferably two."

When Fang Zhiyuan walked back with the sanitary towel, he heard loud laughter behind him, he didn't dare to go back to Wen Cun's place directly, for fear of being kicked out by Wen Cun, he went around a long circle to make sure there were no girls behind him looking at him After that, she quietly walked to Wen Cun's side, and stuffed the borrowed sanitary napkin into Wen Cun's shoes.

Wen Cun, "???!!!"

"What are you doing!"

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head to help him get shoes, "We used to pad this when we went off-road. At that time, every male dormitory in the army had a bag."

"Wei, Wei..." Wen Cun stammered and couldn't speak.

"You can try it later, artifact." Fang Zhiyuan smiled, "It's still soft after absorbing sweat."