"I'm going to go and join the party? Still make an appointment in advance? I'll make an appointment with you right now. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" said that Bai Xiaofeng was "crazy", and with a rush, he and Li Dachao "snored" together.

For this kind of competition, Wang Yonghuan and Li Dachao don't know how many times they have cooperated, and they have a tacit understanding of two to one. Pinching the nose, plucking the ears, and touching the birds are colorful, and from a distance, it looks like three fat pigs arching into the dust.

In this way, the brother "fooled" outside the grocery store for a while, and when he saw that the time was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them stopped playing and walked home together.

According to the old rules, the order of the three of them to go home is to send Wang Yonghuan home first, then Li Dachao, and finally Bai Xiaofeng to finish. On the way home, Wang Yonghuan told Bai Xiaofeng that once the dormitory was assigned tomorrow, let him divide his brothers together, so that it would be convenient to chat together at night.

Bai Xiaofeng agreed to this without any hesitation, as long as he was in charge of assigning the dormitory, this would not be a trivial matter, and he would be assigned to get his brother to a dormitory at that time.

Wang Yonghuan returned home, and at dinner, he told his mother that tomorrow the military training school would ask for a collective dormitory for a period of two weeks, and he would not go home to live during this time.

After my mother heard about it, she didn't care, but now in my mother's heart, she thinks that Wang Yonghuan has become self-reliant, and she doesn't have to worry about anything. Just told my youngest son a few words, don't cause trouble at school, and unite with his classmates.

The mother knows that her little son has kung fu, and ordinary adults are not his opponents. So I specially instructed Wang Yonghuan not to bully his classmates or anything if he had kung fu.

When Wang Yonghuan saw his mother say this, he replied casually, "Mom, don't worry, you don't know your son yet, you never cause trouble, how low-key." ”

The mother tapped her little son's head with a smile on her face, "Low-key, you stinky boy, it depends on who you follow, you are honest at home, but you can't guarantee it outside." But Huanzi, you remember one thing, no matter now or in the future, you can't bully good people. For bad people, you can be as high-profile as you want, and your mother doesn't care about you. ”

Hearing what his mother said, Wang Yonghuan asked with a smile: "Mom, is it okay to do whatever I want about bad people or things?" ”

"Well, you can do anything to bad people and bad things, but you are never allowed to use force against good people, you know?"

"Okay, be sure to follow your mother's instructions."

When the mother saw that her youngest son listened to her, she nodded her head to express her satisfaction, and said no more.

After eating, Wang Yonghuan played with three o'clock for a while, and then took the time to write a letter to Han Miao, briefly talking about his recent situation, and telling her that the school carried out a two-week military training, and there may be no time to write to her during this time.

After writing the letter, seal it, give the letter to your mother, and let her throw it directly into the post office mailbox tomorrow.

After finishing some trivial matters, Wang Yonghuan chattered with Sanqi for a while, telling it that he had stayed at home for the past few days, and there was no need to go to the wall of No. 2 Middle School to pick him up, and he had something to do at school for some days, and he would go home to play with it when he had time.

Three o'clock stared at the master with a pair of small black eyes, a little confused, some understood, as if he had roughly figured out what Wang Yonghuan meant.

In this way, at twelve o'clock in the evening, the cultivation of the internal strength of the I Ching began again. This time of cultivation, Wang Yonghuan obviously felt that the speed of the Xun pulse had accelerated, and the internal qi capacity in his body had increased significantly.

Wang Yonghuan felt to himself that he would be able to impact the consummation stage of the Xunjing realm in a few days, and he didn't know how powerful the consummation stage of the Xunjing realm was?

The next day, Wang Yonghuan took the bedding and toiletries prepared by his mother. I come down to the second middle school at the farewell of three o'clock.

Although military training requires uniform board and lodging, because there are too many students, the school cannot provide so many bedding, so for these bedding or something, it must be prepared by the day students themselves, and the school is only a place to provide collective accommodation.

The so-called dormitory is a vacant bungalow near the school, which is rented by the school and then distributed to students. For Wang Yonghuan, a short-term day student who only lives for two weeks, there is no need to pay any accommodation fees, but the school has applied for a special fund from the farm for military training.

When he arrived at the teaching building, as soon as he walked into the class, Wang Yonghuan was very "frightened". Whoa, good guys, the class has become a sea of futons, white, flowers, reds, all kinds of colors, as if they were opening a futon exhibition.

The female classmates are okay, they are all wrapped in sheets, and they look very neat. And those male classmates were very sloppy, almost carrying the futon in a roll, and some of the students' pillows fell out. In the last row, there was a funny male classmate who simply spread the futon on the two connected desks, and it seemed that if the teacher didn't come, he would have to go up to sleep.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Teacher Liu Peiqi appeared in the class on time. Zhang Hua, the class leader, handed the teacher a blank piece of paper full of names, which was the dormitory allocation list that he, Bai Xiaofeng, a member of the sports committee, and Liu Huaqiang, a labor commissioner, spent half an hour arranging.

There are a total of 48 students in five classes a year, with 26 boys and 22 girls. The boys are divided into five dormitories and the females are divided into four dormitories.

Wang Yonghuan, Li Dachao, Bai Xiaofeng, and former junior high school classmates Liu Yaowen, Li Xiaojun, and Wang Qiang were assigned to a dormitory. The head teacher read the dormitory allocation list and asked the class leader to take these male students to the off-campus bungalow dormitory.

The teacher also temporarily appointed a girl named Liu Di as the acting deputy class leader, responsible for the girls' accommodation. The head teacher told everyone to arrange the dormitory bunks first, and then gather in the playground before half past nine, and the principal should make a mobilization speech before the military training, and after the speech, the two-week military training will officially begin.

Wang Yonghuan, Li Dachao, Wang Qiang and other five people followed Bai Xiaofeng to the temporary dormitory, saying that the dormitory was actually a bungalow. Wang Yonghuan is the first of the six people in this row of bungalows, known as Room 101.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that in the empty room, there was a boxy wooden table by the window, and under the table were several twisted and crooked drawers, Wang Yonghuan doubted whether these drawers could be closed.

There are several benches next to the tables, and it seems that these so-called pieces of furniture are desks and stools for the students, but there are only four benches, and the four sides of the corner tables are exactly one stool on each side.

The opposite direction of the window is where Wang Yonghuan lives, a long ondol. There is only a pair of straw-woven kang mats on the top of the kang kang, and if the students do not bring bedding, there is only a sleeping kang mat.

The kang is very large, and if you lie side by side, you can lie down for at least ten people. A few people casually threw their futons onto the kang, which was considered accommodation.