When it was time to eat in the evening, Han Fang originally buttoned up his sleeves so that he could take the dishes, but this time he swept over and put down his sleeves and turned his head to leave.

Stir-fried dried tofu with celery + stir-fried spinach with onions = Don't eat dinner today.

At this time, the freshmen had already quickly prepared the dishes and sat down to eat, they were tired and hungry all day, where did they care about the quality of the dishes, even if they were steamed buns and porridge, they could swallow it, here as long as Han Fang wanted to go out, Zhou Fu looked at him and asked, "Why don't you go in and eat, you will continue to train later." ”

"Got it."

As simple as that, Han Fang had already put his hand in his pocket and turned around and walked to the playground.

Han Fang's will be reflected in whether he is willing or not, if he is willing to bow his head not to talk about celery, garlic will also give you a face to eat.

Zhou Fu was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw him like that, his brows tightened and he took the first step to worry about Han Fang, put out the cigarette and walked to Han Fang, "Why don't you eat?" ”

Han paused and squinted at him, "There is no agreement." ”

“…… So you don't eat it? ”

Han Fang snorted, thinking that Zhou Fu was a little verbose, and his eyebrows and eyes instantly became impatient, Zhou Fu looked at him like that and felt helpless, he had seen Han Fang's willfulness these days.

He finally knew why Han Fang looked so thin, he was completely picky, he ate more when he liked it, and he just moved his chopsticks a few times if he didn't like to eat. The military academy does not allow wasting food, and if you fight, you have to eat cleanly, so Han Fang simply doesn't eat it, preferring to be hungry.

Zhou Fu sighed, and when he wanted to say something, Han Fang had already turned around and left.

It was a little late, the thin young man's eyebrows were careless, as if he was taking a walk slowly, his eyes were clear and reminded Zhou Fu of the river in his hometown, which was clear and clean and pure at a glance, Zhou Fu inexplicably felt that Han Fang's eyes were like stars, shining brightly, looking at the bottom of people's hearts at a glance, as if they could see the secret depths of your heart.

He just watched Han Fang's back quietly until the other party walked away.

It was another training session at night, Han Fang went back to take a refreshing bath and lay on the bed a little tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, he got up and rummaged through the suitcase, found a chocolate lying alone in it, peeled off the wrapper and chewed a few bites, the sweet and greasy taste spread in the mouth, it was too sweet and greasy, Han Fang frowned and threw it into the trash, and then went to the toilet to brush his teeth.

Han Fang's stomach disease was indulged in when he was young and frivolous, and when he got tired of playing in the future, he was not as crazy as before, so the time period for the attack was also less, until he trained on an empty stomach in the morning and didn't eat last night, there was some faint pain in his abdomen, which made Han Fang's beautiful eyebrows wrinkle unhappily, and his mind was scattered.

Zhou Fu's family called, and at that time he was letting this group of recruits practice standing posture under the morning sun, and noticed that Han Fang frowned slightly and didn't think much about it, and the phone rang. As soon as he looked at the caller ID, Zhou Fu knew that it would be difficult to fool the past in a short time, so he temporarily asked the instructors of the other group to take care of his side, and then strode to the place outside the playground where there was no one to pick up the phone.

Han Fang didn't notice Zhou Fu leaving at this time, he felt that his stomach was twitching more and more, causing him to break out in a lot of cold sweat, thinking about asking for leave to go to the infirmary to get some medicine, but before he could open his legs, he was a little loose and took a false step, so that the instructor caught it, he was holding the belt in his hand, regardless of the reflexive habit of 3721 to pull down.

Each instructor has a different way of training soldiers, and some like to replace it with something else, either a branch that is broken off casually, or a belt, which is much more painful than a direct kick.

Han Fang's stomach was convulsing, and a belt was pumped to his leg and he fell to the ground unexpectedly, cold sweat dripped to the ground along the corner of his forehead, his eyes were so sloppy, a few trance feelings rose, and even the pain paused for a moment, and then the instructor's voice reached his ears: "How can the recruits with Zhou Fu still have this kind of lazy and slippery, it looks like they have to be ...... well."

A fist slammed into his abdomen, and then the person in front of him greeted him as if he was crazy, his eyes were fierce, such a fierce look stared at the person alive, the instructor was unsuspecting by this sudden blow and bowed his waist unconsciously back, Han put down a kick but also kicked it fiercely, kicking the person out of a distance and unrelentingly pounced.

Han Fang's muscles tightened and clenched his teeth, his stomach was already twitching with some stomach pain, and he couldn't exert his strength, but the pain and convulsions became more and more pronounced in his violent state, but Han Fang didn't care about it, he was beaten to the ground for the first time in his life in such a wolf attitude, and he still suffered such a blow in vain, at this time, Ren is a fool, and he doesn't care if his stomach hurts or not, let's fight back first.

Han Fang has always been intolerant of pain, and whoever makes him hurt will make him more uncomfortable than him.

He squinted, with a terrifying ruthlessness in his eyes, and he tensed his body and prepared to attack, like a beast that had locked on its prey and started to fight, thinking that he was easy to bully?

Han Fang pulled out an eerie sneer, and at this time, the instructor had already reacted and kicked Han Fang off his body and punched him in the face.

It seemed to bleed, and drop by drop hit the neckline of the camouflage uniform, seeping down to form a dark mark.

Han Fang seemed to be fearless of this wave after wave of pain, those punches and kicks that fell on him seemed to be raindrops, he didn't dodge and just met it, using all his strength to fight back without sparing.

How could it not hurt, especially the convulsions of the stomach again and again, every time it made Han feel at ease, and it also made him face the person in front of him more fiercely and ruthlessly, the pain inspired Han Fang to fight back more violently, because he wanted to make the person in front of him more painful and uncomfortable than him, he couldn't show weakness and couldn't bow his head, because he hadn't achieved his goal yet.

At this time, there was already a circle of people around, and other instructors also rushed over here one after another, and they yelled for people to stop them, but-

The young man's eyes were red, his posture was fierce and ruthless, and even the instructor who was much stronger than him was a little unable to parry, this was completely a desperate way of fighting, this momentum made people's hearts cold, and he was afraid of going to the front and himself.

He didn't care about it, he didn't care about his bruised body, and he desperately wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from his enemy.

It makes people tremble at this crazy ruthlessness.

The instructor is not a vegetarian either, but when a person doesn't care about the pain you give and desperately wants to kill you, he can't help it at this time.

Zhou Fu was still talking on the phone.

“…… When you come back, the family is counting on you. ”

"I don't have the heart to do that."

The other end of the phone sneered, "If you don't come back this year, how will you explain to your grandfather?" ”

Seeing that Zhou Fu didn't reply, the voice suddenly rose, "Is it difficult for you to want to nest in this place for a lifetime?" ”

Someone shouted Zhou Fu from afar.

"-Major, your soldiers are fighting with Lao He."

The other end of the phone snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Zhou Fu didn't care about the phone that was hung up, but Han Fang's figure flashed in his mind, and then hurried over.

At this time, other instructors had already rushed over to stop Han Fang, but they couldn't stop Han Fang's violent posture, and they didn't know how badly Han Fang's mouth was injured, and the blood was constantly oozing out, which was terrifying to watch, how did they know that Han Fang's eyes were black, and the flesh and blood of his mouth were blurred to support it.

Today's sun is a bit harsh.

Han Fang thought inexplicably, cold sweat flowing down blurred his vision.

In fact, he had no strength anymore, but he relied on an unconvincing strength to support him.

When Zhou Fu came over, he saw that the young man's eyebrows were stubborn, his eyes were cold, and the blood on the side of his mouth was seeping out, making the camouflage uniform a lot darker.

He lowered his eyes, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people next to him, and hugged the fiercely struggling trapped beast in his arms, he was still struggling, but Zhou Fu hugged him very tightly, so that he could not move gradually, he had lost his strength but still held a false shelf to prevent people from approaching. Han Fang's eyes were already red, and he bit down on his arm fiercely, as if he was about to bite off a piece of meat.

The stomach hurt more and more, so that the original pain in his body also faded, only this burst of pain was still stimulating his nerves, and his mouth was biting harder and heavier, his violent struggle began to slowly loosen, panting, and smelling the faint tobacco fragrance on Zhou Fu's body and the fragrance of the bedding with a slight warm smell when it was in the sun, he trembled, and finally gasped and released his teeth, Zhou Fu's brows did not wrinkle, and he didn't even glance at the bloody and blurred arm, Just looked at the blood on the corner of Han Fang's mouth and the scars on his face that were rubbed on the ground because of rolling on the ground, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?" ”

At this time, Han Fang's gorgeous eyebrows faded and he was a little vicious and dazed, childish like a student again.

Then he fainted in the warm embrace of the sun-breath.