Had such a lost dream, and got the ultimate pleasure in the dream, Han Zhuoyu was absent-minded all day long, sometimes dazed, sometimes irritable, his heart was like soaking in a soda bottle, floating, sore, and shaking it slightly Will break through a plug, a heroic eruption.
Fortunately, his physical coordination ability is extremely strong, and all military movements can be perfectly completed, and instructor Luo has not caught a trace of mistakes. After the morning training, he took off his sweaty military cap, lowered his head and walked slowly to the cafeteria.
"Han Zhuoyu!" Someone called from behind, but the distraught young man didn't seem to hear it.
"Han Zhuoyu!" The tone rose and became more serious.
The boy continued to move forward.
"Didn't I hear you when I told you? Zhuangyuanlang is amazing? Zhuangyuanlang can play with other people's feelings at will? The so-called excellent character and learning are all fucking shit!" A left uppercut.
There is no need for 9527 to remind, under Thunder's rigorous training, the young man has already possessed super strong reflexes, his knees were slightly bent to avoid this sneak attack, he took advantage of the opportunity to grab the visitor's left wrist, and elbowed his abdomen hard.
The numb pain traveled from the abdomen to the whole body. The visitor's legs and feet softened and fell to the ground. The teeth were closed too violently and accidentally bit the tip of the tongue. A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of the lips. Looks like a serious internal injury.
The students who saw this scene were stunned—damn, how could someone vomit blood with one punch? Is it too fierce? The person who was beaten was a special student in the Department of Physical Education. I heard that he was still practicing judo and was very good at fighting.
The freshmen of the physical education department who were with that person obviously had the same misunderstanding. They threw away the lunch box in their hands and joined the battle.
"I-fuck you-mother!" An Minghuai kicked a tall and strong boy who was besieging his brother, and brazenly joined the battle.
"Brother was beaten, come on!" Gao Xiaopang waved his hand, and Wang Zilong, Xue Ming, and Guo Shangru ran in that direction. They saw the bamboo poles thrown away by others and used them to train military resources, and picked up one.
Zhang Wei glanced at him and left with an indifferent expression.
"Hey, someone actually dares to hit Young Master Han? Who gave them the courage?" Wang Wenxuan watched for a while with a smile on his face. Seeing that the Department of Physical Education came to help with a few more basketball players, his idyllic expression gradually became gloomy, and he moved over step by step. , a sweeping leg turned over a boy on the outermost side.
Qiu Wanbo stared at his back with heavy eyes, and left with his fans after a while. While not a bad impression, he would never help his enemies.
Han Zhuoyu's skills were jointly trained by 9527 and Lei Ting. One against one hundred is a bit exaggerated, but one against ten is definitely not a problem. When he was alone, he was still at ease, but when there were more people joining, the scene became chaotic. He hit the back of Gao Xiaopang's head with an uppercut, and touched An Minghuai's back with a kick, and he was quite timid. Inadvertently, he was punched several times, and his eyes turned red immediately.
It was Liao Manni's childhood sweetheart who took the lead in provoking trouble, and soon someone sent her a message. When she arrived at the scene, the battle situation was already out of control. She couldn't pull this one, and she couldn't pull that one to the side. She was running around in a hurry, and could only stop the two gangs at the top of her lungs, with tears all over her face.
More and more people were watching, which inevitably attracted the instructors.
"Bastards, stop me!" Instructor Luo fiercely pushed aside the crowd, followed by several colleagues, each holding a wooden stick.
"Stop me, do you hear me, stop me..." Every time he repeated a sentence, a boy was knocked down by him. After seeing who was coming, the aggressive teenagers immediately shrank and raised their hands in a gesture of surrender.
The people on the periphery gradually turned around. Instructor Luo approached the boy with blood-red eyes, and knocked him on the shoulder with a wooden stick. The boy dodged sideways, held the other end of the stick, pulled the attacker closer, and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen. Instructor Luo bowed his waist to dodge, and used the wooden stick as a fulcrum to go around behind the boy, trying to strangle him by the throat.
Han Zhuoyu sensed the other party's intention at the first time, turned around and changed positions, and countered instantly. The two started a fierce attack and defense around a wooden stick, and the excitement between you and me was as exciting as an action movie. The teenagers with bruised noses and swollen faces who were escorted aside by the instructors were stunned. It is said that Zhuangyuan Lang is an all-rounder in civil and military affairs, and they finally saw it today.
After dozens of strokes, Han Zhuoyu gradually woke up from his blood-boiling state. When he realized that his opponent was Instructor Luo, he quickly let go of the wooden stick and took a step back.
"Fight! Why don't you fight?" This sentence is definitely not a provocation, but a sincere regret. It seems that this skill was taught by the boss, which is interesting! Instructor Luo thought secretly.
Han Zhuoyu slowly adjusted his breathing and remained silent.
"Why are you fighting? Don't tell me it's because the bones have thorns, so you have to grind!" Sen Leng's gaze passed by, and the teenagers lowered their heads and pretended to be quails. Seeing Liao Manni, who was crying and hoarse, who was standing aside, Instructor Luo smiled ferociously, "It turned out that she was so angry that she became a beauty? Good job!"
He walked up to Han Zhuoyu aggressively, slapped him on the head hard, and shouted with hatred, "Do you know that I just reported you as an 'excellent soldier', and you got into a group fight with me in a blink of an eye, and it was because of a woman! You This is not a fight, but a slap in the face of Lao Tzu!"
Han Zhuoyu bowed his head and endured silently.
A teenager who is dissatisfied with desire can't afford to be hurt! 9527 sighed in vicissitudes.
Looking around, I found that the number of participants was quite considerable. Almost all the freshmen from the School of Medicine and the School of Physical Education participated. Instructor Luo rubbed his brows and sighed, "Han Zhuoyu, you are so tricky outside, does your Uncle Lei know?"
awful! He knows Comrade Dazheng, and he will definitely sue him! 9527 was taken aback.
Han Zhuoyu's flushed face slowly turned white, and the feeling of weightlessness of falling into the abyss came to his heart.
Due to the large number of participants, the instructors brought out a few "big brothers" and punished them by leapfrogging around the playground ten times. It has to be said that this was a cruel punishment. Afterwards, the straight and long legs of the teenagers degenerated into the bow legs of frogs, and it took a few days to break them back to their original shape. Liao Manni tried her best to clarify her relationship with Han Zhuoyu, only saying that she gave him a few bottles of water to thank him, and she didn't have any deep friendship in private. This is a fact that is obvious to all, but some people have made it up too much.
The people in the Department of Physical Education were originally confident, but now they turned into looking for trouble for nothing, losing face and finding Han Zhuoyu many times to apologize due to public opinion.
The one-month military training ended with such vigor and vitality. Han Zhuoyu took back a box of snacks, distributed them to his newly befriended brothers who had 'fighted together', and dilly-dally packed their luggage.
"Hurry up! My parents are waiting outside, and your uncle must be here too." Fatty Gao urged while stuffing potato chips. The long-lost taste of Texas barbecue, tears of emotion are almost coming down!
Han Zhuoyu's back stiffened, but he quickly recovered. After getting into such a big disaster, he was a little afraid to see Uncle Lei.
Lei Ting parked the car in an inconspicuous corner, took out a cigarette and lit it, his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a gloomy light. The teenager had a good time in the barracks and made many friends, just seeing how many people reached out to him when he was in trouble. He should feel relieved, but the repeated panic rising in his chest far overwhelmed that relief.
When the boy closed himself, he hoped that he would go out; when he went out, he hoped that he only belonged to himself. He is conflicted, anxious, and irritable, because he knows that the youth will shine brightly sooner or later with his excellence, and he has no confidence in keeping him.
Lei Ting never knew that he would be so worried about gains and losses. He shouldn't let the boy out of his sight, not even for a second.
The crowd gradually dispersed, some got on the school bus, some left with their parents, the figure of the boy dragging two suitcases finally came into view, Lei Ting extinguished his cigarette butts, and strode over.
"Uncle Lei." Meeting the man's deep and unpredictable gaze, Han Zhuoyu's raised lips were frozen.
After stuffing the luggage into the trunk, Lei Ting opened the door for the boy, fastened his seat belt, then returned to the driver's seat, started the car and left quickly. Parked in the underground parking lot of the community, in a corner where the camera couldn't see, Lei Ting squinted at the boy who was secretly watching him.
"I heard that you have learned to smoke? Are you fighting for a woman?" The man's voice carried a faint smile, but his dark eyes swallowed up all the light, as dark as an abyss.
The anger value continues to rise, Comrade Dazheng is about to turn black, please be vigilant to the host! 9527 quickly analyzed the man's micro-expression.
Han Zhuoyu leaned back, pressing his back against the car door to find a sense of security. The air in the car condensed into lumps, constantly exerting pressure on the pores and nasal cavity. After thinking for a while, he finally chose to tell the truth, "I didn't learn to smoke, I just missed you."
Thunder raised his eyebrows.
The young man's face slowly turned red, and he added in a low voice, "I miss the smell of tobacco in your mouth when you kissed me, so..." He was too ashamed to continue.
The panic, annoyance, and uneasiness in my heart suddenly subsided because of this sentence, and it was replaced by unprecedented joy. The stern expression softened little by little, and Lei Ting suddenly pulled the embarrassed young man into his arms, held his face and exchanged a deep kiss, the tongue-tucking click echoed in the narrow space.
Han Zhuoyu's high-hanging heart fell to the ground in an instant, his little tongue moved nimbly in the man's mouth, and his intention to please his lover was very obvious.
Lei Ting smiled and kissed while kissing, and asked in a deep and hoarse voice, "Is there a familiar smell of tobacco?" As for the fight, it was just a misunderstanding, and he has more important things now.
The young man nodded distractedly, his originally clear eyes were covered with mist, making him look pitiful and cute.
"Do you like it?" As soon as the words fell, there was another passionate wet kiss.
"I like it." The boy nodded honestly, hesitated for a moment, and added earnestly, "But don't smoke anymore, it's not good for your health."
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"It's all up to you, quit from now on." As he spoke, he bit the young man's lips in his mouth, and then forced them to separate after his breathing became heavier. He whispered, "Can you give me all of yourself?" This is the result of the Thunder's long-term consideration. He wants to take full possession of the baby in his arms, stamp his mark from the inside out, and never allow anyone to pry into it!
The teenager nodded confusedly.
"Do you know what I mean?" Lei Ting laughed hoarsely, and put the young man's hand on his already swollen hard object, biting the tip of his ear and whispering, "I want to make love with you, immediately, immediately !"
There was a loud bang in the boy's head, and his misty eyes gradually turned clear. After thinking for a moment, he nodded seriously and cautiously. A month after he left, he had to admit that he missed the man in front of him crazily, both in mind and body. Love is love, there is no need to shyly refuse blindly. Love is heat, love is flood, love is what j□j do...
"Baby, I love you!" After imprinting several loud kisses on the young man's forehead, Lei Ting opened the car door and pulled the young man towards the elevator, his steps were swift and messy.