Xueba, wake up

"It's much better. She's studying here, and I plan to let her go back and repeat her studies as soon as school starts." Liu Tuan handed the phone to Liu Yulin, "The two boys who went to the hospital to see you earlier."

Liu Yulin picked up the phone, his voice was still that slightly strange baby voice, and he was in a good mood: "Hello?"

"Excuse me." Yan Sheng said, "I won't waste your time, I'll get straight to the point. Do you know Zhao Chen?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, Liu Yulin let out a soft "hmm".

"Don't be nervous, nothing is wrong." Yan Sheng exchanged glances with He Zhonghe, "We are collecting evidence now, and if the report is successful, he can get his high school status."

Fearing that Liu Yulin's condition would not improve for a long time, he dared not ask. Now that Zhao Chen has affected many people around him, Yansheng had to come and ask Liu Yulin.

What Liu Yulin said unintentionally before.

They didn't know, no one knew until now, and then he knew.

And Dr. Liu's words.

I suspected that she was being bullied at school. If I asked her, I wouldn't tell her, nor would I ask my teachers or classmates to know about it.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Liu Yulin finally spoke again: "It's not just me, there are several people."

"I have photos and recordings, do you want them?"

"Hey, it's military training tomorrow, what happened to that stupid thing?" In the cafeteria, Wu Yue asked Yan Sheng and He Zhonghe.

"Let him disappear soon." He Zhonghe waved his hand coolly, "Anyone who dares to bully the small class will be worth ten in our small class!"

"Thanks to Liu Yulin for recording the sound." Yan Sheng said, "Hu Hu was not killed by her at the time, so I should have thought that someone ordered it."

"It's even more fortunate that she has the courage to take it out now." He Zhonghe said.

"What else did he do in your school before?" Wu Yue asked.

"That's too much." He Zhonghe said, "Vicious bullying, pursue more than 20 people who were bullied in the past, and all of them graduated, and they are all willing to testify."

"There must be more than that," Yan Sheng said.

Wu Yue told his girlfriend about Zhao Chen. His girlfriend didn't believe it at first, but she was also shocked after listening to the recording.

"Send this to her too." He Zhonghe sent a screenshot to Wu Yue.

The content of the screenshot is the chat record of him asking Gao Yang to come yesterday.

This person can be considered to be of some use, Huitan gay circle socialite, really had a fling with Zhao Chen, the chat history is still there.

"She also wants other glorious deeds, and said that he will make his debut on the S confession wall." Wu Yue sent the screenshot, "I will push her WeChat to you."

"I never added this person..." He Zhonghe looked at the phone, "Fuck, Yu Xin, the library asked me for that art student on WeChat."

"Your school too?" Wu Yue was surprised, "Your school is actually a hidden high school attached to S University!"

"Yu Xin must also know about Liu Yulin's jumping off the building." He Zhonghe said, "I have to tell her, don't reveal other people's information when Zhao Chen confesses to Qiang's debut."

"To this level," Wu Yue said with emotion, "S University is probably going to be popular on Weibo."

On the day the military training started, He Zhonghe was full of resistance.

The Band-Aid is still on the face, I don’t know if I can use this to get a certificate of exemption from training...

"Turn around." Yan Sheng adjusted him up and helped him to fasten his belt. The belt was not bent at all like an iron rod.

With the help of Yan Sheng, He Zhonghe finally put on a full set of military training uniforms, stretched his arms: "Isn't it particularly ugly?"

Yan Sheng didn't say a word, just picked up his phone and took a picture of him: "Look."

"..." He Zhonghe took a deep breath, "If I were you, I would throw such a boyfriend into the non-recyclable trash can."

"Don't throw it away." Yan Sheng himself changed into Ju Chou's military training uniform, "It's a baby, where to throw it."

"Stop talking." He Zhonghe burst out laughing wildly as he watched him, "I'll just throw you away.

Military training is the first time for a whole class of major students to get together. There are thirty students in a class in the English college, and there are only five boys in He Zhonghe's class.

Instructors and homeroom teachers showed their faces except for the pre-military training class meeting, and they were almost hidden behind.

Senior sister Hu Ke was holding a sun umbrella, standing on the sidelines with the class assistants from several other classes of English majors, watching a group of green and fair freshmen.

The Jian Yuan and the Outer Yuan were not in the same military training ground, and He Zhonghe looked across the net wall towards the volleyball court.

"Put your chest up! Tighten your belly! Lean forward! Someone give me a try!" The instructor lectured next to the team, "Don't think that you will drift away after entering college, and no one can control you! Let me tell you, this Half a month, if I don’t teach each of you to cry, I’ll be discharged from the army when I get back!”

Someone in the line hissed.

"Who vented?" The instructor raised his voice, "Who vented!"

There was no sound in the line.

"No one said that, right?" the instructor shouted, "Attention all in the third row of the Ninth Company—girls do one hundred squats and fifty push-ups!"

He Zhonghe wanted to roll his eyes right now, but the instructor was standing next to him.

There is a common strange phenomenon, that is, in the military training team, the instructors, regardless of gender, pay special attention to boys.

The instructor walked up to him from beside him, with his arms crossed.

He Zhonghe looked ahead, but he was actually nervous and embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

The instructor raised his dark hand and straightened his hat: "Starting from you, prepare for fifty push-ups—"

The good-looking boys are quite eye-catching in the outer courtyard. The instructor paid special attention to it. There were more than 100 people in the entire phalanx, and they all turned their eyes to He Zhonghe.

Boys in military training are embarrassing, traditional program.

He Zhonghe braced himself and put his hands on the ground.I've been out in the sun for too long, and I'm a little dizzy to be honest.

"1! 2!" The instructor walked with his hips on his hips, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The people around raised their eyebrows, hey, it's quite powerful, and it can last more than 20 in one breath.

At the age of forty, He Zhonghe's knees collapsed, and he turned to look at the instructor: "...it can't be done."

"Return to the team!" The instructor shouted.

Xiaoxiu this time, coupled with He Zhonghe's eye-catching looks, instantly became popular in the outer courtyard. After the evening training, she went to the self-study room to listen to Hu Ke. There are several messages about He Zhonghe in the news.

"Junior sisters should seize the opportunity. If there are few boys in the outer courtyard, they should focus on colleges like Xingong... Hey, there are only five boys in our class?" The senior sister counted the five tired boys in the last row of the study room. .

Except for He Zhonghe and the other one who is quite fair, these five boys are all pretty... hard to describe, the type with square thick frame glasses, mustache, who doesn't shave and never wears clothes neatly.

All the girls in the class looked back following Hu Ke's gaze.

"Wake up! Hurry up and show yourself!" Hu Ke knocked on the podium, "He Zhonghe!"

"Hey." He Zhonghe was lowering his head to send a message to Yansheng, when he was called and hurriedly put away his phone.

The girls giggled.

A few boys with not-so-good painting styles immediately cast hostile gazes.

Hu Ke saw that he was a little embarrassed, so he didn't make fun of him again: "There must be a performance part tomorrow, and I have grasped it all."

The other boys have been looking for songs to sing during their self-study, hoping to attract the attention of girls tomorrow.

He Zhonghe would never do anything like standing in a crowd and howling in a military training uniform unless he had to. He was exhausted from doing dozens of push-ups during the day and standing in a military posture under the sun and kicking forward. After the class meeting, he almost crawled back to the dormitory.

"Yansheng—" he sat down on the ground, "I'm so weak——"

As soon as Yan Sheng came out of the shower, he put on a pair of shorts. He squatted in front of He Zhonghe: "What's the matter, 'that little gray-haired brother in the outer courtyard', didn't he just try to do push-ups?"

"It doesn't matter if you can do it or not." He Zhonghe stood up with difficulty. He was sweating all day, and now he wanted to wash himself off quickly, "It's falling apart."

After wearing military training rubber shoes for a day, it feels very refreshing to step on the slippers on my sore feet.

After taking a cold shower and coming out, He Zhonghe Yansheng was sitting at the table flicking his phone.

"What are you doing?" He Zhonghe leaned over.

Yan Sheng turned off the talk on the confession wall to find He Zhonghe's contact information, and put down his phone.

"Stop." He Zhonghe knew what he was going to say, "I've seen the ones trolling you when I brushed the confession wall today, but I didn't say anything."

He also pulled out the chair and leaned on the back of the chair: "You can do a push-up for me."

"What's so interesting." Yan Sheng didn't understand.

"Quick, quick." He Zhonghe urged him, "Open the screen."

Yan Sheng sighed, walked to the center of the dormitory, did a push-up, looked at him: "It's alright."

"One more." He Zhonghe stared at him.

Bending down, propping up: "Now."

"A few more." He Zhonghe rested his chin on his arms and narrowed his eyes.

Yansheng was wearing a pair of shorts. When doing push-ups, the well-proportioned muscle lines of his hands, arms, and upper body were particularly prominent, giving him a sense of strength...

When he went to wash his hands, He Zhonghe followed.

"?" Yan Sheng turned to look at him while washing his hands.

He Zhonghe didn't speak, just stared at him, blinking.

"What are you doing?" Yan Sheng cupped his face and shook it.

A nice hand towel.

"Nothing." That's what He Zhonghe said, but he still stared straight at him.

Of course Yan Sheng knew what he meant, but he pretended to be stupid: "Say, what are you doing?"

He Zhonghe muttered for a long time, his eyes quickly glanced to the side: "Just... fuck me?"

Yo.

Yo!

"Ah? What?" Yan Sheng pretended to be shocked, but in fact he was a little bit shocked. He tilted his head and put his ear close to He Zhonghe, "The wind is so strong that I can't hear clearly!"

He Zhonghe was probably also startled by his own words, paused, and blew into Yansheng's ear.

"You do push-ups so...sexy," he said.

Yan Sheng pretended to be enlightened and nodded, then raised his arm vigorously, glanced at it, and signaled He Zhonghe to touch it.

Tsk, the muscle shape is really good.

Moreover, this faint scar is not ugly, on the contrary, it is very sexy.

He Zhonghe touched it, then pinched it twice.

Then the arm in front of him was withdrawn, and very suddenly, He Zhonghe flew into the air.

Yan Sheng hugged his knee.

He Zhonghe hung Yansheng on his shoulders, thumping, "Fall down and land on your face!"

"I can't fall." Yansheng walked to the table and put him down firmly.

Before He Zhonghe could stand still, Yansheng pulled him by the collar.

Very long kiss.

His arms climbed up Yansheng's neck.

Ah, the benefit of not having roommates.

The soundproofing of the dormitory is very good, and their dormitory is at the end of the corridor, and no one walks back and forth outside the door.

The body that had been tense all day slowly relaxed, as if the sense of touch had been restored, and the sense of touch was very clear.

"Aren't you tired?" He Zhonghe pushed his outstretched hand, muttering softly.

"I was quite tired at first, but now I am full of blood." Yan Sheng said, "Lie down when you are tired."

"..." He Zhonghe gasped, amused, "That's troublesome."