Some people say that the most important relationship is in high school, because junior high school is ignorant and college is alone. High school is different, we just tore off the ignorant gauze, and gradually established our own outlook on life.

My high school wasn't as hard and struggling as I thought it would be. On the first day of military training, I wanted to give up. The instructor is a regular soldier of the Second Artillery Corps, and their soldiers are a little dead, so they always let us stand, and my instructor is even more dead, other people's instructors have already let other classes rest, but our instructors have never let us rest, and every time our class is the last class to walk in place. This makes me very unhappy, we are students, not soldiers, you have practiced your own rescue actions in those sets of queue movements, why are you so strict with us.

These instructors sit in private rooms when they eat, and they have wine and meat at every meal. But we, the students, boiled cabbage in clear water and fatty meat in hot water. The people around me have already scolded this canteen to death, who knew that talking about high would be so rubbish. Eat garbage, sleep at night, one electric fan for eight people, and you watch the electric fan turn.

During the day, I started to get a little impatient, so I started to pretend to be sick, my hands hurt today, my feet hurt tomorrow, my head hurt the day after tomorrow, my stomach hurt the day after tomorrow, and I took the pain of my human organs to the extreme. The instructor was more helpless with me and asked me to rest next to me. The head teacher is a middle-aged man with glasses, and we call him Lao Jiang. Lao Jiang asked me why I didn't go to training. I just pretended to be sick.

Sitting in the shade watching them train, I began to look at the beautiful women on the playground, which seemed to be a lot of white and tender girls. Although I have been in love before, it was all at the level of a playhouse, simple online dating. A touch of my hand will give me a long time to come. I wondered how I had to talk to a girl in high school.

I found out that in my class, there were two white and tender beauties, one named Wen and the other named Na. The one called Na is a little rustic, and it is said that she has a boyfriend, and she is on the basketball team. The one named Wen is a little chubby, but very beautiful, and from time to time secretly sends autumn waves to me, which makes me very excited, well!

Wen is a girl from a nearby town, she speaks sweetly and laughs beautifully. I stared at her all while I was resting. In the dormitory, a group of men were talking about girls, and I told my new classmates that I was going to chase this girl.

I remember when I first arrived at school, everyone always liked to find their own kind first, and people like us were easier to find. When he entered the dormitory, he smoked, and the smokers were all his brothers. We don't train in self-study at night, but we have to study the freshman manual, every time Lao Jiang speaks on stage, I, Bin Bin, Dead Dog, Kai, Shorty, Brother Zhao, Ah Biao, and Ah Sen. A couple of us will be bragging and farting in the back row. During this time, we gave each other a few nicknames. My nickname is Macho Man. Our class is eleven classes. So much so that everyone always laughed in the future: There are chickens, dogs, shorts and macho men in Class 11. And these friends accompanied me for three years in high school, and we fought and gambled together, of course, that's a story for later.

I told my brothers that I was going to chase Wen, and they showed their support for me. Wen said she was thirsty, so I ran to buy her water, Wen said she was hungry, I gave her food, Wen said she wanted to go, I followed her. During military training, whenever a boy spoke more than two sentences to Wen, I would glare at them fiercely. to swear their sovereignty.

At that time, it was a time when Chinese teenagers were devastated by novels, and everyone always felt that they were the protagonists of novels, that they were the center of this world. Blind arrogance, unable to recognize oneself. I'm that kind of person, too. Before the military training was over, I formed a gang with a few brothers and got into several fights.

used to be tall and thin, but he was still very tall in high school, and he grew into the type that all girls liked, tall and handsome. Through Skinny Tall, I got to know a bunch of gang friends. As soon as everyone's minds were hot, they formed a group to shave their flat heads, and eleven flat heads walked on campus, which was a beautiful landscape. Talking about the Gao Pingtou Gang, it was born.

In fact, on the day of the start of school, one of our brothers on the side of the Pingtou Gang snatched someone else's bed and threw someone else's bed on the ground. We've already had one fight. The guy started to go to the wrong bedroom by himself, and when he walked out the door, he came in again, pointed to a bed, and said who this thing was. The flatheads said it was his. The man said. This is the bed I occupied first, and I came in the morning. My buddy on my side said I came yesterday.

Obviously, there was going to be a fight, and there were four people in the dormitory, three of whom were our men. If you don't speculate in two sentences, that buddy was beaten up by us in the bedroom. In this high school, I no longer have a backer, but the feeling of fighting by myself is really enjoyable!

Later, when we wanted to help the brother out, eleven of us rushed into someone else's classroom and kicked each of the few people who wanted to stand up for them. You must know that the scene of eleven flatheads rushing into the classroom is still very amazing, and the gang originally said that they were going to stand up for the brother, but then there was no news. Our group is also getting more and more rampant.

The brothers in Class 11 knew that I was from the Flathead Gang, and they also came to hug my thighs, as if I had become a more weighty figure in the class. But Wen has always been ambiguous with me, and never said whether she agrees to be with me or not. It tickled my heart, thinking it was testing me.

The military training ended quickly, and on the day of the military training competition, I still had a hard head, because I didn't usually train much, and successfully dragged the class back. Although I was the black sheep, fortunately, the other students in the class were more powerful, and the military training ended with an excellent company. The instructor was also very happy, but I scoffed at the honors.

As soon as the military training was over, it was the weekend, and we went home to rest for two days. At that time, my sister was already a little nurse who was about to embark on an internship position.

I remember that in the past, I started fighting with my sister without speculation. Because I'm a boy, my sister can't beat me. I once threw a belt on my sister's head and smashed his head to break the blood. Her scalp never grew hair again. At home, two people can grab the remote control and keep scolding. My sister is more civilized than me, and I often greet her whole family. She scolded, angrily slammed the door and left.

But later, I don't know why, this emotionless cheap sister is getting better and better for me. Sometimes at home, she wants to drink a bottle of soda, and gives me five yuan, I buy three yuan of soda, and two yuan is the travel fee. Maybe it's because of the "relationship of interest" in this. Maybe we're all older, maybe it's because I see my sister less often. I started talking to my sister, and gradually, I didn't hate her so much.

According to the current words, the Pingtou Gang is a gang involved in the underworld. No, it's the first time I've returned to school. Someone is talking in the group, and they are going to XX High School to beat up someone.