After sitting at the same table with the mean school

During evening self-study, the noise in the classroom turned into a vegetable market.

Xia Xingyao understood why everyone was so lively.Because tomorrow is a day off, and the day after tomorrow will officially start military training in school.

Originally, Jingzhong had to participate in military training every time he entered high school.But before they entered school this year, the school playground was just being renovated, and an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty was dug out.The follow-up protective excavation lasted for a long time, exceeding expectations. They did not have a playground and could not do military training on campus, so they moved the military training to the summer vacation of the second year of high school, but it was staggered from the military training time of the first year of high school.

For this military training, the boarding students are fine, but the day students are a little more troublesome, and need to live on campus for unified management.

Xia Xingyao is a day student who lives in a community near the school.After he entered high school, he bought a small house, which was not too far away from the school by walking more than ten minutes. His mother took care of him.

His mother Ji Yaya is a translator, sometimes honored as a "translator", and her job is to translate some famous books or foreign bestsellers at home.She has translated serious literary authors such as Italo Calvino, as well as best-selling literary works such as Coco.

At night, when Xia Xingyao returned to his residence, it was his mother who opened the door, and immediately asked, "Yaoyao, are you going to have military training soon? Are you going to live in school?"

Xia Xingyao was silent for a while: "Ms. Ji, first, don't call me Yaoyao. Second, yes, military training the day after tomorrow."

Ji Yaya watched her son paralyzed on the sofa immediately after putting down his schoolbag, and said helplessly: "There is soup in the kitchen, drink it later. What do you need for military training? Mom will prepare it for you tomorrow."

Xia Xingyao scratched his hair: "What do you want? I don't know."

Ji Yaya began to snap her fingers: "You always need sunscreen, so you don't get tanned like a thunderbolt. You also need golden throat lozenges, Band-Aids, gauze, toilet water, and antiperspirant?... I heard from Liu Songlin's mother that your school The quality of the trousers for military training is particularly poor, and they often open the crotch, and my mother even brings you needles and threads."

Xia Xingyao sat up straight from the sofa, his eyes gradually becoming confused: "Needle?" He paused, then asked, "Mom, you asked a 16-year-old male high school student to sew clothes?... Is it possible?"

Ji Yaya didn't care: "You will understand when you open your crotch."

"Even if I wear pants with open crotch, I will lose face to the whole grade, and I will never pick up a needle and thread to sew clothes!"

"Heh." Ji Yaya's rank is very high, she just rolled her eyes at her son, and went to the kitchen to look at the soup.Xia Xingyao received the military training kit carefully prepared by her mother the next day.

The bag contains not only sunscreen spray makeup remover, but also a sewing kit, medicine bag, cooling and heatstroke prevention bag, which is thoughtful and complete.

His mother also wanted to accompany him to the school to clean up the assigned dormitory, but Xia Xingyao sternly refused, because the 16-year-old male high school student didn't need to worry about his ability to take care of himself.

The dormitory he was assigned to originally belonged to senior seniors who had graduated from senior high school. They slept on and off the table, sleeping for four, and the conditions were not bad.

Xia Xingyao took the special sheets and quilts for military training and climbed to the second floor to find his dormitory. At the door, he saw a familiar name.

Wu Zhe.

There are four people in a dormitory, a class of 45 people, a total of 36 boys, how come, fuck, did you run into Wu Zhe? !

Speechless.

What made it even more uncomfortable was that Wu Zhe had already packed everything up, and was sitting on the table with one leg propped up to make phone calls, looking very careless.Seeing Xia Xingyao, who was sweating profusely and dragging the quilt at the door like a migrant worker, he showed a hypocritical smile: "Oh, God Xia. What a coincidence."

Xia Xingyao didn't want to talk to him, so as not to get sick from his anger again.

He dragged his things into the dormitory, found the bed he was assigned to, climbed up and quickly started making the bed.

What made him uncomfortable was that his bed and Wu Zhe were on the same side of the dormitory, very close to each other.

Wu Zhe flicked his phone and asked with a smile, "Mr. Xia, can you do it yourself?"

A 16-year-old male high school student was asked if he could do it, of course he replied angrily: "You can't!"

How could it be so incapable of self-care!

Xia Xingyao quickly made up the bunk, climbed out of bed and began to tidy up the desk.Wu Zhe saw that he didn't want to talk, and didn't continue to be funny, so he played with his mobile phone on the side very wisely.

But Xia Xingyao still found him annoying.

Because he is playing games.

Playing King of Glory, during the pentakill, he suddenly turned on the outside, which scared Xia Xingyao into a panic.

Depend on.

ill.

It's like who can't play this mentally handicapped game.

The other two roommates in the dormitory, one is Jiang Lechi, from the physics group.There is another one called "So", the name is a bit strange, it belongs to the chemical group.

Xia Xingyao knew Yu Yu very well. They were classmates in junior high school, and they were good friends. When they were in high school, they often went to their uncle's house to play games on Friday nights.

——Uncle's House is a slang word among male high school students in Jingzhong, referring to a black Internet cafe near a school that can accommodate minors to surf the Internet.

So when she saw Xia Xingyao, she winked at him.Xia Xingyao was very uncomfortable seeing him like this, and couldn't help but care: "Is your face cramping?"

So he said, "Mr. Xia, I'm interested tonight..."

Xia Xingyao: "?"

"Tonight, uncle's house."

Xia Xingyao: "You are not. Military training tomorrow."

Jiang Lechi, who was packing his suitcase with his head down, interjected, "Go to uncle's house?—Take me!"

Xia Xingyao looked at the two of them with crazy eyes: "Aren't you afraid of death? This is not outside the school, this is inside the school, this is the dormitory building, how can you run out at night..."

After finishing speaking, Wu Zhe, who was sitting on the table, raised his head and said flatly, "It's only on the second floor, what are you afraid of?"

"???"

Jump over the wall to go online?Why does it sound like you're skilled?

As expected, Xia Xingyao was steady and deep, good at considering the pros and cons: "...I don't think so anyway. And tomorrow's military training."

So he put his shoulders with Jiang Lechi, expressing his disappointment.

But it is also understandable that everyone should at least maintain a little awe and respect for military training.

Everyone went to bed early at night, and at six o'clock the next morning, the wake-up call echoed heartbreakingly in the dormitory.

The military training has officially begun.

What can military training do?

It's nothing more than standing at attention, taking a break, squatting down and saluting, walking forward in unison, and taking housekeeping.

On the first day, everyone was very energetic at first, but after training until twelve o'clock in the evening, no matter how energetic the young man was, he was exhausted.The training content of the second day was still mainly about standing in a military posture, and the two girls in the class fainted.In the evening, the content of the military training finally softened a bit: national defense ideological education.

Everyone sat on the playground where the ancient tomb had been dug out, listening to the generals with the rank of major general on the rostrum talking.The stars are bright in the sky, and the weather must be fine tomorrow.Xia Xingyao fell asleep after listening.

In my dream, I was suddenly awakened by a burst of intense applause. It turned out that the national defense education was over, and the instructors took the students away from the class to continue training. Organize everyone to sing military songs.

Everyone formed a circle, and the instructor was at the innermost. He taught everyone to sing a few military songs with a loud voice, and then asked with great interest: "Is there any one of you who wants to come up and show your talent? Does anyone dare to come up and sing a song?" Song?"

A boy raised his hand and asked actively: "Report to the instructor, can I sing that kind of crooked love song? Or can I sing a military song?"

The instructor smiled at him and said, "If you want to sing a love song to me, how can I disagree?"

Everyone booed in unison, the boy stood up with a blushing face, ran to the center of the circle, and played "Little Lucky".

As soon as he opened his mouth, he became the prince of the old love song. He became excited while singing, and looked at the dark instructor affectionately: "It turns out that you are the luck I want to keep the most. It turns out that we, and love, once relied on each other." so close~"

The vicissitudes of the instructor's black face was faintly red in the darkness.

After singing, amidst the applause and applause of everyone in the class, the boy bowed gracefully and left the stage.

Everyone cheered up.

Among the rare girls in the class, two held hands and sang a sweet song together.

Singing alone is not enough, and some people take the initiative to dance street dance.

Just then, something went wrong.

The boy who danced hip-hop moved too much, and his crotch was torn.

The boy was halfway through the jump, and the atmosphere was in high spirits, when suddenly everyone heard a "stab" sound.The boy clutched his crotch in a daze, and was so ashamed by the laughter and applause of his classmates and instructors that he wanted to dig three feet into the ground and die socially.

Xia Xingyao was startled, his scalp tingling.

The sewing kit prepared by Ms. Ji Yaya is not unfounded...it may be useful!

The crotch tearer stepped off the stage embarrassingly. The instructor cleared his throat, held back his laughter and said, "Are there any students who want to perform? If not, we will continue to stand in the military posture!"

In an emergency, someone volunteered to raise his hand.

It was Jiang Lechi, who stood in the center of the circle and said very seriously: "I want to sing. ——Instructor, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

The instructor asked: "Do you still want an accompanist? So professional?"

The instructor unlocked the phone and handed it to him. He sat down cross-legged, found the song he wanted to sing, turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, and played the accompaniment for everyone.

In a burst of minor tunes that confused everyone, he explained solemnly: "The song I want to sing is called "The Little Widow Goes to the Grave."

"???"

"In the first month, the first month is

Hanging red lights in front of every house

There is no lamp hanging in front of the little widow's door

sad

I have no choice but to cry before my death, my loved ones.”

It was hard for him to finish half of the song with the eyes of everyone holding back their laughter, the instructor slapped him on the back: "Damn, you are a fucking talent!"

How could he think of singing "The Little Widow Goes to the Grave"?

Oh shit.

Xia Xingyao felt that this could be submitted to the Confusing Behavior Awards.

Only after ten o'clock in the training, they disbanded. The instructor shouted "disband" downstairs in the dormitory, and everyone disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xia Xingyao grabbed Jiang Lechi and asked him a question from the bottom of his heart: "Why did you sing about the little widow going to the grave?" Mantra. Singing the Little Widow is better than the Great Compassion Mantra."

"Great Compassion Curse... You better stop cursing, it's time to give us a class."

Really your mother is a ghost, Jing Zhong picked up the treasure.

Why didn't you find it before?

Everything else in the military training is okay, but the time for bathing is very urgent.

Xia Xingyao and Jiang Lechi went back to the dormitory late, and they took a shower at the back.It was almost twelve o'clock after Xia Xingyao took a shower, so he sat back in his seat and wiped his hair.

While wiping, Wu Zhe, who was washing clothes on the balcony, entered the dormitory with his already wet trousers, his expression a little pale: "...My trousers | crotch, why are they open?"

Xia Xingyao looked up at him, and saw him tugging at his pants in disgust, a big hole was torn in the crotch.

Xiao Xia was shocked.

finally.The opportunity has come.

He coughed, raised his voice and asked loudly: "What if the crotch is torn? You can't wear crotch pants, right?"

Wu Zhe looked at him with surprise, as if he didn't expect him to initiate a conversation.

After thinking about it, Wu Zhe nodded heavily: "Yes."

"I have a sewing kit here." Xia Xingyao said.

"?" Wu Zhe looked at him clearly saying "Why do you have that kind of thing".

Xia Xingyao was embarrassed, but still nodded his chin at him, with a haughty expression.

Wu Zhe answered tentatively: "Then you...are you good?"

"..." Xia Xingyao thought he couldn't get angry, so he comforted himself, and then said like alms, "I'll lend you sewing if you beg me."

It's finally back!

Xiaoxia's heart is in full bloom, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Wu Zhe smiled coldly at him, and made an expression of pity for IQ like pity for Erha: "Are you dreaming? Can I just buy a new one?"

Depend on.

?

Can you do this?

Xiao Xia's eyes widened, completely defeated.

Xiaoxia carried the clothes and trousers she had changed in frustration, and squeezed to the balcony to start washing.After rubbing and rubbing, something was wrong, and he found... Damn, the quality of these pants is too bad, and his pants are also cracked!

No, is this school buying pants from Pinduoduo?Why is the crotch so easy to crack?

Or is there already a phenomenon of human-to-human transmission?

With a heavy expression on her face, Xiao Xia pushed open the balcony door and went into the dormitory, shouting at Wu Zhe, "Hey. Have you ordered new pants? Order me a pair too."

Wu Zhe was sitting on the bed with his head bowed, looking at his mobile phone.

In fact, mobile phones are not allowed in military training, but there are policies and countermeasures. As long as the teachers and instructors don't come to check the bed, the mobile phones will naturally be used. ——And in fact, the teacher doesn't care about this.

Wu Zhe glanced down at Xia Xingyao: "I don't call you hello."

Xia Xingyao: "Your name is Chu Yuxun?"

"..." Wu Zhe said, "If you ask someone to help you, you must at least call me by the right name. Be polite, student Xia Xingyao."

Xia Xingyao took a deep breath: "Dear student Wu Zhe, can you use your noble mobile phone to help me order a pair of damn new pants? Xiaoxia thank you for your great kindness, I will never forget it , In the next life, we will form a grass ring."

Wu Zhe tilted his head and smiled, and raised his phone: "I just asked Mr. Yin, and he said that there are too many students who open their crotch, and there is no stock."

Xia Xingyao: "???" He didn't know what to say for a while, his lips moved, and after he calmed down, he asked slowly, "Then what should I do?"

Wu Zhe didn't care: "Put another pair of pants inside."

"Isn't it hot?"

"Then don't you know how to sew?"

Xia Xingyao was furious: "Is it difficult to sew pants? If you say I can't, then I can't?"

Wu Zhe said coolly, "Oh, then you are really versatile."

Xia Xingyao was slapped in the face.

"Even if I wear pants with open crotch, I will lose face to the whole grade, and I will never pick up a needle and thread to sew clothes!"

But at this moment, under a desk lamp, the awesome first grader, in order to prove his versatility, sacrificed a sewing kit.

Before opening the seam, he also deliberately searched the sewing tips on Baidu.

"What's so difficult about this!" the first student in the grade thought confidently while holding a needle.