It was late at night and there was a sound in the dormitory.

There was a door sound at the other end of the corridor.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and saw that the door of 107 was opened. Duan Feifan, who had air conditioning, walked out and looked at both sides of the corridor. When he saw him, he actually raised his hand and shone with a flashlight.

It's also a fucking flashlight.

"I want to die!" Jiang Kuo did not block his eyes, nor turned his head, and cursed in the direction of 107.

The voice was loud and fierce, floating backwards towards Duan Feifan in the corridor.

A few seconds later, some people in several dormitories responded with curses.

Duan Feifan turned off the flashlight, turned around and walked towards the dormitory gate.

Without thinking, Jiang Kuo knew what he was doing.

Sure enough, after twenty minutes, Duan Feifan came back with a big bag of food.

When he first appeared in the corridor, Jiang Kuo jumped off his chair and strided straight for 107.

He didn't think about why he was in the past. He just couldn't stand this person blowing the air conditioner and having midnight snacks every day. He could just glar at him a few times.

And he couldn't sleep and was bored, so he had to do something to pass the time.

Duan Feifan opened the lock of 107 when he rushed to the front, pushed the door, made a gesture of "please enter", and then walked in.

The cool breeze that rushed over Jiang Kuo's fire rushed to the top of his head and pressed down.

Standing at the door and looking into the room.

"If you don't go in, close the door," Duan Feifan put the plastic pocket in his hand on the table, and did not look back. "The air conditioner has run away."

Jiang Kuo walked into 107 and took the door with him.

As soon as the door was closed, the buzzing sound of the air conditioner on the window immediately became louder, so big that Jiang Kuo wondered if the window was about to be shaken down.

"What's going on?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Is it going to break?"

"Probably," Duan Feifan took out a lunch box and sat on the lounge chair. "I kept running for the broken ones, but I didn't break them."

Jiang Kuo saw clearly that Duan Feifan was eating spicy hot pot.

"Cause?" Duan Feifan pointed to the table, "I'll ask you for one more."

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo didn't understand.

"I see you are staring at my house all day long, and you have to come sooner or later. I bought two copies yesterday, but you didn't come." Duan Feifan said while eating.

"Just that's it," Jiang Kuo pointed to the air conditioner, "Why don't I go out and be hot, can I fall asleep?"

"Then you go out," Duan Feifan said, "I will tell you the way to climb over the wall and get out of school. You can go to the hotel and buy a room and go there."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything.

When Duan Feifan looked up at him, he hooked his feet over another recliner and sat down, leaning back.

"Sister Ning is looking for me." Duan Feifan continued to eat.

Jiang Kuo immediately realized that Lu Ning probably wanted him to change to 107 to blow up the air conditioner!

This is impossible, absolutely impossible.

He didn't even think about it: "I won't change to this broken house."

"Hey-that's right!" Duan Feifan shouted with relief, "That's all we reached an agreement, I'd rejected it when she came to me."

Jiang Kuo felt that the anger that had just been dispersed by the air conditioner was making a comeback.

"But I'm going to stay here tonight," he looked at Duan Feifan, "I'll rent it for one night, you can offer a price."

"Five hundred." Duan Feifan offered the price without hesitation.

"It's not the same bed," said Jiang Kuo, "it's this house, I'm here, you go out."

"One thousand five." Duan Feifan stood up, took out his cell phone and poked it a few times, and handed it to him.

Jiang Kuo took a look and found a payment code on the screen.

...Yes, it's very awesome.

After Duan Feifan received the money, he put the air conditioner remote control and key on the table: "Enjoy, this is the last air conditioner you blew in the dormitory before installing the air conditioner in the school."

"Go out." Jiang Kuo pointed to the door, "This house is mine now."

Duan Feifan opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Kuo leaned against the recliner and didn't move. He felt uncomfortable. This person was so fucking straightforward and had never thought that he would agree.

As a result, the passage was so smooth that it was almost three minutes later that everyone had already left.

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo frowned, forget it, let's sleep for a while. He "touched" the headphones from his pocket and played a piece of music on his phone.

I wanted to put the recliner flat, but after snipping for a long time, I couldn't find the mechanism to put it flat.

Finally, he grabbed the armrest of the lounge chair and shook wildly. He suddenly felt his back empty and he lay down flat.

"Your uncle." He closed his eyes.

Jiang Kuo woke up before 6 o'clock in the morning. Although he was noisy by this air conditioner one night and dreamed that he had gone to war, fortunately, the battle was fought in the snow and was accompanied by the fragrance of spicy hot pot.

There was no one in the room, and Duan Feifan didn't come back overnight.

He stood up and stretched. No matter what, he felt comfortable sleeping this night. It was only after two days in school that he felt that he had regained his vitality.

Before Duan Feifan came back, he left 107.

Several people in the dormitory had already gotten up, and Tang Li had even finished washing and was doing radio fucking on the balcony.

Jiang Kuo completed this series of processes with the people in the dormitory, but there was almost no communication. The only conversation was when Li Zirui asked him: "Don't you change your military training uniform? It's time to train after eating."

"Change it after eating, it's so uncomfortable to wear the clothes." He replied.

The topic was ended here.

When he returned to the dormitory to change his clothes, Jiang Kuo realized that it was really far from the canteen to the dormitory, and even further from the dormitory to the school stadium.

I have been walking back and forth like this, and I guess all the gatherings over there.

He remembered the words of Cannon, which was probably the first blow to society.

The military training uniform is a T-shirt, but the pants are said to be thin, but when I put them on, I feel like I have a quilt on my legs and then I put on the hat, which makes it blocked up and down.

Suddenly, I miss the days when high school started when I didn’t participate in military training because of a fever.

Sure enough, before he was halfway through the stadium, Lu Ning called: "Jiang Kuo, why haven't you arrived yet? You're gathering!"

"I'm going back to the dormitory to change my clothes," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm here soon."

"You should change when you wake up in the morning!" Lu Ning said, "Come on!"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo responded. He didn't want to run, but he still ran after walking a few steps.

When we arrived at the stadium, everyone had already gathered. Lu Ning pointed to the team, ran over and stood at a position that someone gave him.

The instructor was already in place and looked at him with a bad look.

"Late classmate, name!" the instructor spoke.

"Jiang Kuo." He replied.

"The voice is louder! I can't hear it clearly!" The instructor raised his voice.

Jiang Kuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Jiang Kuo!"

Before the military training officially begins, there are still a few minutes of lectures, and then there is a distribution, one professional group.

Everyone followed the command and moved back and forth and adjusted it. The instructor didn't say a word of nonsense, so he started basic queue training directly.

Jiang Kuo silently repeated one move after another, stood attentively and looked right at the right and left attentively and stood attentively and rested...

"First row of obeying the command!" The instructor finally changed his words after half an hour, "Turn right!"

Jiang Kuo turned right and stopped face to face with the person next to him.

"I was wrong?" the man asked.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo replied. It seems that this thing has nothing to do with age. No matter what stage of military training, people will be troubled by face to face and hands and feet.

The man quickly turned back.

"Stand up straight!" The instructor walked past their row, corrected several movements, and then shouted again, "Turn right--turn!"

When the instructor yelled, he happened to be standing next to Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo was not prepared at all. He was yelled as if someone had punched his head. He was frightened and couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "I'll fuck..."

After turning around, I found that Duan Feifan was right behind me.

Although he knew that they were about the same height and had a high chance of standing in the same position, after all, this team had six horizontal rows!

When he and Duan Feifan had to look at me and I looked at you, they found that this person was actually laughing.

Is it funny to be scared?
To be continued...