I have been a royal these years

01

After Zhu Chang's push-ups were finished, the other instructors who came to watch applauded and said that a real man should carry a man to do push-ups.

After Zhu Chang got up, he was already sweating, but overall he didn't sweat much, not to the point of sweating profusely.

His breathing became a little quicker, but he didn't pant heavily.

I said, "Zhu Chang, if you want to take a breath, you can take a breath, don't hold it in."

He opened a bottle of mineral water with one hand, glanced at me while drinking the water, and said flatly: "It's okay." After drinking the water, he smiled at me, "I can do it again behind your back."

I thought to myself: Damn, let Zhu Chang pretend again!

02

When the second round of training started, Zhuiwu's big hairy kid disappeared.

The instructor asked my teammates to find him back.

After all, I am His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Although the instructor always likes to pick on me, he still lets the "servants" do the chores like looking for people and getting things.

But I think that child Zhuwu has been a bear recently, and even if ordinary people find him, they may not be able to bring him back.Although during this period, our instructors were extremely strict, and those who received militarized training had to have the ideological consciousness of "military orders are like mountains".

But Chasing Mist came to the late stage of rebellion, and the central idea is: I don’t care about your military orders like a mountain, and whether you are strict or not, if I’m not happy, I just don’t do it.

Bear children in this period, whoever touches them will be blown up with anger.

I have never smoked, and I have a good lung that is not easy to explode.Therefore, the prince offered to go to Zhuwu, and took the important task of subduing the bear child.

03

Chasing Mist was at the outdoor drinking area, and kicked the empty mineral water bottle into the trash can.Finished a beautiful shot.

I went up and patted him on the shoulder, and he asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

Turning his head to see me, his impatient expression gradually faded: "Brother Shunming."

I said: "The instructor is calling someone, hurry up and go back to training."

"No."

He didn't follow me, I took two steps and stopped.

"Why?" Seeing him hanging his head, looking unhappy, I asked him, "What the hell are you throwing your temper at?"

He looked up at me: "What's going on with you and Zhu Chang?"

He didn't care about Zhu Chang calling him brother, he just called him by name.

"What's the matter?"

"He likes you, right?"

"..."

My acquiescence further catalyzed the displeasure on Zhu Fog's expression.

"What about you?" he asked. "Do you like him?"

I didn't answer.It's not that this question is so difficult to answer, it's that I haven't thought about it at all, and I don't want to discuss it with Zhu Wu.

I squeezed the space between my brows and took a big breath: "Brother, let's go back to training first, don't play idol dramas here, let's show off here."

Zhui Mist came to me, looking down at me with eyes that were shallow in the sun.

Gan, it's looking down.

In my impression, the last time he measured his height, the figure he measured was 1.9 meters, which is about the height of a basketball star.The difference of only two centimeters in height can give me such a sense of oppression.

Presumably, the ponytail he tied up contributed to his height.

"I know I'm stupid, especially when it comes to relationships." He said, "Brother Shun Ming just doesn't like me, what should I do? It's hard, I don't understand. Seeing you with other people makes me very angry , very angry. I can't control it."

I couldn't understand the situation more and more: "...What are you talking about?"

He grabbed my hand suddenly: "I've been telling you, I can't lose you. 'I can't lose you' means, I like you so much, I like you crazy. I want to confirm the relationship with you, I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter if I let all fans know.”

I stayed there for a long time: "...huh?"

Zhui Wu squeezed my wrist even tighter: "Brother Shu Ming, I'm not joking."

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The author says:

It's so short, why is it so short?