Early the next morning, it was rainy, and Tang Yao felt a little fortunate in his heart, thinking that the school might cancel this day's military training, at least he shouldn't have to stand under the scorching sun and walk in formation.

But Tang Yao's joy didn't last long, and when she got up, she found that the menstrual event had arrived early.

Every time there is an important event in the girl's family, there are some situations of one kind or another, and the physiological structure is like this, Tang Yao had to sigh lightly, and put on two leggings by the way, just in case.

The weather in August, even if it rains, is just as hot and annoying.

When Tang Yao arrived at school, her coat and pants were already soaked, and while Tang Yao went to the toilet to change her wet clothes, she clamped a spare tampon to the elastic band of her sweatpants. At that time, the blue sweatpants with white tendons were all back slip pockets, and the trouser pockets were shallow and open. Therefore, Tang Yao's consistent style is to clamp the cotton towel around the waist and fix it with the elastic band of the sweatpants themselves, which is safer.

The sky is not beautiful, and when Tang Yao's preparations were over, the rain in the sky suddenly stopped. Tang Yao's dream of resting was shattered, so she had to drag her heavy body and walk towards the playground.

The instructor in Tang Yao's class is a small upright man, who never pities the jade or sympathizes with the little girl's weak body. In his eyes, the girls in the first and second rows are a group of boys who are about the same height as him. A morning's step practice was even more intense than the first day, Tang Yao's demeanor was a little fluttery, but he still mechanically lifted his legs, until the instructor shouted to stop, pointed to a white unknown object in the quagmire and shouted, "Whose thing?"

Tang Yao stood still for a moment before focusing his eyes and glancing at the white long object.

Oh my God, how does this object look so much like your own tampon? Tang Yao was still in a trance of exhaustion one moment ago, and the adrenaline rushed in the next second, and Tang Yao immediately became energetic. At the same time, Tang Yao reflexively touched his waist.

The stuff is still there, it's fine. OK.

Tang Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As everyone knows, Tang Yao's small movements completely entered the eyes of the instructor.

Tang Yao was still rejoicing, and was named by the instructor in the next second.

"First place in the first row, out of the ranks."

"Here." Although Tang Yao obeyed the instructor in action, he still looked at the instructor with a puzzled expression.

"Is the thing yours?" The instructor's question made Tang Yao feel the urge to cry without tears. At this time, even if the thing is his own, Tang Yao will kill him and not recognize it. What's more, her stuff is obviously still there.

"Report to the instructor, no." Tang Yao's cotton towel was still there, and he also had three points of confidence, and shouted out loudly.

"It's not yours, what pockets are you touching?"

"Report to the instructor, I have back pain."

Tang Yao was speechless, did the instructor know what this white thing was?

Is it appropriate to ask a girl so openly? A tampon towel will fall off, as for the problem of digging the roots of the people here, who is it?

"How can you prove it's not yours?"

The instructor's questioning made Tang Yao suddenly feel for a moment that sometimes even if he wanted to transform and start over, there would be people who were unwilling to let go, and still came to entangle again and again.

How does Tang Yao prove it? It's very simple, Tang Yao only needs to take out the cotton towel around his waist and tell the instructor that mine is still there, which is enough to prove that what is on the ground is not mine.

But in this way, everyone knows that Tang Yao is in trouble, which makes Tang Yao feel more embarrassed and embarrassed than arguing with the instructor about "whether it is".

The instructor's face was dark, and he lost this face, Tang Yao was young and youthful, where did he suffer this kind of grievance?

"Report to the instructor, I don't know what it is, and I can't prove it to the instructor. But the body is not afraid of crooked shadows, and the instructor can go to investigate and collect evidence. “

Tang Yao glanced at the cotton towel lying in the quagmire, the position of the cotton towel was on the far left of the line, and Tang Yao was at the head of the right side, unless the cotton strip had long feet, how could it fall from the head of the row to the end of the row.

"Report to the instructor, I'm on the far right, that thing is on the far left, if it's mine, there's something unreasonable in the position." Tang Yao spoke out loud.

If such obvious evidence can be ignored by the instructors, then Xiucai will be unlucky when he encounters soldiers.

The instructor thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Whose is that?" Stand up?"

There was silence all around.

"Nobody has come forward, has it?"

There was still silence in the ranks.

"It's okay for no one to stand up, all teammates, like turning right, each row in turn, running ten laps around the playground."

"Wait a minute, it's mine."

At this point in the story, there is always a hero who stands up to save everyone.

Tang Yao watched Si Shen's figure walk out of the third row, came to the instructor, stood up straight and said again, "Report to the instructor, the thing is mine." “

"Do you know what it is? Just say it's yours?" The instructor asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it's mine."

Si Shen's face was firm, Tang Yao had never seen today's expression on Young Master Shen, who was hanging his son.

"Alright, rest all, you can do a hundred push-ups before you can go back to rest."

"Yes."