The scorching sun of September is like fire, and military training is in full swing.

It is said that it is military training, but every day from 8 o'clock in the morning to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I practice with the instructor on the playground, stand in a military posture, walk in a straight step, and play military physical boxing.

Then I went back to the classroom at four o'clock to listen to lectures on national defense education and listen to the lectures of the teachers of various subjects. School ends at five o'clock.

In the words of the students, it was very, very, very boring.

Having said that, Ancho still discovered the benefits of military training -

However, in just two days, the top students from all over the city's middle schools became familiar with each other, and they talked and joked with each other during the break.

"Hello classmates, my surname is Deng, my name is Deng Genmiao, the root of the root, the rain and dew moisten the seedlings and the strong He-"

Finally, the instructor that the students had been waiting for finally appeared. He spoke in a strange tone, with a thick local accent sandwiched with Mandarin, which sounded very funny.

What kind of root of the tree, the grass of the seedling? Obviously, the root is the root and the seedling is red, okay! Seeing that the other party said a long list, An Qiao couldn't help but purse his lips and snicker.

Teacher Dong introduced yesterday that the instructors in charge of this military training are all from the district armed forces department, and the one assigned to the first class is the most powerful.

It is said that he was honored with a third-class meritorious service in the army, otherwise he would not have been discharged from the army and was placed in the armed forces department and became a state cadre.

However, in the eyes of An Qiao and his classmates, this Deng Genmiao is not tall, he is dark, thin and expressionless, and he doesn't look like a powerful person at all.

"Deng-Instructor-Official-Good!" Although there was some disappointment, the students still responded with warm greetings and applause.

"Hello classmates!" Instructor Deng finally had a little smile on his face: "I'm from Nanping Zaolin, maybe some of you know me-"

"Report, we are a villager, and I know your nickname is Ya Gouzi. ”

Before Instructor Deng could finish speaking, a voice suddenly came from the team.

Haha-

In an instant, the whole team laughed crookedly.

The guy who knew Instructor Deng was also surnamed Deng, called Deng Yucai.

"Oh, it's you!haha-"

Just when everyone thought that Deng Yucai had stabbed the big basket, who knew that Deng Genmiao walked in front of him with a black face but suddenly smiled, making the big guy dumbfounded.

But no matter who asks the reason, Deng Yucai looks unfathomable and refuses to say anything.

When I returned to the classroom in the afternoon, my classmates were talking about it.

"It's very simple, they all have the surname Deng, and they even know each other's nicknames, so they should be in the same clan. I bet that Deng Yucai is more than a generation higher than Instructor Deng, otherwise he would not have the nickname to call Instructor Deng. ”

Gu Nanguo whispered to An Qiao.

Seniority?!Anqiao seems to understand whether he understands or not.

"In our country, seniority is important. Anyone who does not call people according to their seniority will be scolded for not having a tutor. It's normal for a high-ranking person to be called a low-ranking nickname. ”

An Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party: "Your name is Gu Nanguo, and your brother's name is Gu Beiguo, so you are a national character?"

"That's smart!" Gu Nanguo stretched out his thumb and shook it at her. "In our Gu family, the national generation is a senior generation, and many people who are much older than me call me grandpa when they see me!"

"Look at your beauty. Seeing that his face was proud, An Qiao directly turned his face to the side.

"Wait," Gu Nanguo frowned: "Your name is An Qiao, and your sister's name is Anna, are you following An Zi?"

An Qiao grinned: "Hehe, sort of!"

Gu Nanguo was speechless.

Yes, no, no, why not?

"Because it may be, it may not. Thinking of the origin of his name, An Qiao smiled more and more.

"That's right," Gu Nanguo looked at her with a straight face: "You haven't told me how you know that my brother's name is Gu Beiguo-"

"My grandfather knows the I Ching, and I learned a little bit with it, do you believe it or not?" An Qiao grimaced at him.

"It's strange to believe you, it's more appropriate for you to simply say that you are a fairy. Gu Nanguo glanced at her.