[… Time flies so easily, and before I know it, the day of departure has arrived. A group of schoolchildren and their parents, as well as Ma Xiang, a Protestant scholar, came to see him off. Yan'er was sent alone for more than twenty miles. After being urged several times by Li and Zhou, she finally left with tears.]
[(To be continued)]
So far for the first time.
I subconsciously clicked [Next Page], but the page after it was gone.
The man sitting in front of the computer reluctantly let go of the mouse, leaned on the chair and sighed.
"What a great book!"
The person who made this sigh was none other than Liu Ye, the editor of Xiake.com, nicknamed Liu Ye. Although he has been an editor for almost ten years and has not yet become editor-in-chief, he is still somewhat famous in the industry. Many well-known writers have written books for him.
As an editor with relatively senior qualifications, although he has read over 1,800 martial arts novels, this is the first time he has seen such charming martial arts novels.
Even though traditional martial arts is no longer popular on Xiake.com, young readers still prefer to watch new martial arts with modern and campus backgrounds. However, the smooth writing and description of each move still made him unable to help but take pictures. Wow.
Especially the move of Crossing the Clouds and Holding the Moon, which was like a mediocre sword dance, and he felt two balls of auspicious snow rolling around in his mind, the rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling, and the dance became more and more anxious.
Of course, what he was looking forward to even more were the masters and wizards from Mount Emei mentioned in the article, as well as the swordsmen. He didn't know how they fought when they fought.
"It's a very interesting article, please leave a tag first."
I can't tell anything from one chapter.
Whether it's a good work or a bad one, you have to read the third chapter.
What's more, the owner of Huanzhu is still a 100% newbie, so it's possible that he might write a few chapters and suddenly stop writing.
After adding a mark after a book title in the editing background, Liu Ye closed the article, planning to wait until the word count increased before continuing, and then started reading the next book.
Just when Liu Ye started browsing the next book, a newbie in the dormitory of Jiangcheng University happened to finish updating the second chapter.
[The second chapter of the sword dance, the master and the apprentice show off their skills, and they go to Mount Emei in the mist and rain to lock the sky in the sky]
Hao Yun, who finally typed this line of title and uploaded the chapter, stretched out and closed the lid of his laptop.
Although the military training of Xia Kingdom in this life is a bit tiring in terms of content, there is one thing that is okay, that is, I won't care about you when you go back to the dormitory. No one comes to patrol the dormitory every now and then, and there is no training to fold the quilt into tofu blocks, and there is no need to confiscate electronic products.
But even so, most people don't have the energy to do anything else.
People like Hao Yun who still have the energy to sit down and "play on the computer" can be said to be the outliers among the outliers.
Hearing the sound of turning off the computer, Lao Zheng, who was paralyzed in bed, called out.
"Brother Yun, you've been crackling down there for a long time, what are you doing?"
Too lazy to explain, Hao Yun replied casually.
"Write something."
"oh oh… "
Lao Zheng didn't pay much attention at first, and planned to say "Turn off the lights before coming up, thank you" and go to sleep, but suddenly he remembered that there was a college student programming competition this month, so he asked tentatively.
"Code?"
"you guess?"
Guess
Guess what!
He cared but was too embarrassed to ask more questions. Lao Zheng, who was lying on his bed, was already very sleepy, and now he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.
At this time, Brother Ziyuan, who had always been taciturn, suddenly sighed heavily.
"You said... is military training meaningful?"
The voice seemed a little suspicious of life.
Hao Yun did not answer, because both answers to this question are correct. Even the same person will have different answers at different ages and stages of life. Even if he gets a debate, he may not be able to discuss the reason.
Complaining won't solve the problem anyway.
He was even less interested in discussing unsolvable problems.
However, Lao Zhu had something to say, so he coughed and started speaking in an official tone.
"It must be useful for some reason. At the most small level, it means strengthening the body. At the most important level, it means protecting the home and the country, cultivating the spirit of collectivism, and strengthening-"
"Okay, okay, your dad is going to bed."
Liang Ziyuan turned over impatiently, and Lao Zheng also rolled his eyes at this guy, but he really didn't have the energy to complain, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over.
It wasn't until Hao Yun turned off the light that the dark dormitory 401 finally became quiet. It wasn't until Lao Zhu's earth-shattering snoring sounded that the tranquility in the dormitory was broken...
…
The next day.
The playground is crowded with rows of square teams, running in an orderly manner under the command of the instructor.
Instructor Wu is also an interesting person, always teasing them in different ways.
"Did you all take more than 120 in math in the college entrance examination? How did you do it? I only took 30 in math back then."
He Ping smiled and said nothing. This guy had a perfect score in mathematics back then.
Fatty Zhou Xuan and Wang Ziyi looked at each other and giggled twice.
One hundred twenty
math
This score may not be enough for other schools, but it certainly won't get into Jiangsu University.
After a long time, when no one responded, instructor Wu changed the subject and spoke again.
"I said you all got a score of 120 or 30 in math. How come you can't even walk across the street with your IQ? The chubby guy in the back and the 1.8-meter guy next to you, you two are so special when you look at yourselves. Where did the Wai go? Is it a centipede?"
Zhou Xuan and Wang Ziyi's expressions changed, and they quickly aligned themselves with the brothers in front, fearing that they would be punished by running laps.
It was finally the break time, and a group of people sat down on the grass.
No one spoke because there was no energy at all.
At this time, an instructor strolled over. Instructor Wu pulled him and teased him with a smile.
"Hey, let me show you how shy we are. One or two of us act like big girls. We don't talk even after resting. We just like to scratch ourselves."
After two or three minutes, the instructor who wandered over left, and instructor Wu clapped his hands.
"Don't just sit there. Is there anyone who can do some talent, sing, dance or something? No one? Okay, I'll count to ten. If no one sings, we'll continue practicing."
"One... five... nine... ten, stand up!"
Dragging his tired body to the track, Lao Zhu looked at Brother Ziyuan with a grimace.
"Brother Ziyuan, why don't you sing?"
Liang Ziyuan was silent for a while, his eyes a little confused.
"I really can't sing anymore..."
I trained until noon.
The instructor who wandered over earlier wandered nearby again.
"Why are you so boring? Why don't you show some talent or something?"
"That must be there. We are all good at singing and dancing. The little time we have to rest is not enough for them to perform!"
The instructor looked envious: "I really envy you."
Instructor Wu smiled sheepishly and coughed twice.
"low profile."
Everyone in Class 1801: "..."
…
They have never experienced such high-intensity training, and all the freshmen in the school are complaining.
To say who is the most comfortable, probably only Xu Xiaoruan.
The guy stayed in the hospital for three days and was discharged, but his hanging arm was said to have to be bandaged for two months to heal.
Military training is naturally impossible, and there is no need to attend classes because they are suspended. This guy has nothing else to do every day, just wander around.
What's even more outrageous is that, like those naughty senior students, she stood beside the wire fence of the playground, eating ice cream and watching them stand in green clothes.
Looking at Hao Yun who was slumped on the grass, Xu Xiaoruan squatted down and blinked.
"Brother Yun, the ice cream is delicious."
Hao Yun ignored her.
Because I really don’t have the strength.
However, classmate Xiaoruan didn't care, with a slight smile on his lips.
"...want it?"
"If you want to eat, I can feed you a bite."
"But, I only have one... Brother Yun better watch me eat it."
Hao Yun: "..."
The blooming dimples were like the eyes of a little devil. It was an innocent smile, but it was not cute at all. Instead, it made Hao Yun feel a chill on his back.
This guy…
Is it the devil