The fitness effect of 100 push-ups is still very obvious.
Jiang Kuo's quilt became very heavy on the way back to the dormitory, and he felt like it was about to fall off with his arms around it.
When he entered the dormitory, he threw the quilt onto the bed and threw his arm for a while.
"I'll pinch you?" Tang Li said.
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "it's just that I haven't exercised for too long."
"It's very good," Tang Li said. "I run every day, but I can't do a hundred."
"...You do push-ups with your legs?" Jiang Kuo said.
"He mainly runs with his hands," Li Zirui said.
A few people were having fun.
After taking a bath, Jiang Kuo was going to go to the cafeteria with the people in the dormitory, but Da Pao called and said that he was waiting for him at the school gate. Thinking that he was overworked and needed to make up for it, he decided to go out to eat.
"Don't eat too much," he told several people in the dormitory, "I'll bring some back."
"Okay," Li Zirui nodded, "don't worry, I can't get enough to eat."
Jiang Kuo took a bag, loaded the clothes to be washed, and carried it out the door.
Cannon called a car to wait at the door, he got in the car, and Cannon directed the driver to go straight to the restaurant.
"I found another good one," Da Gun casually patted him, "I'll improve the food for you. By the way, you can check it out and see if you want to take Jiang to eat there."
Jiang Kuo clutched his chest: "Don't touch me casually these days."
"What's wrong?" Cannon sat up straight, "Fight you?"
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I did a hundred push-ups today, and now my arms, chest, and waist are all useless."
"Instructor punished?" Cannon's voice suddenly raised up, "You don't care! If you don't do it, you'll leave after beeping again, don't fuck it! Who can do what to you!"
Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Did you educate me yesterday to see the form clearly and correct the stinky problems."
Cannon didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking.
"I knew it!" Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "It's impossible for you to say this, Hu Zhenyu, you are the dark thunder that Jiang Yushan buried next to me! Or the one who just rebelled!"
"Fuck you," Cannon said.
"Acting skills are too bad," Jiang Kuo said. "My memory is not good either. I just turn around and forget the lines I have memorized."
Cannon didn't even admit that he was a traitor when he arrived.
Instead, he told him something else.
"I almost made you forget, my dad called me and asked if he knew where Yang Ke was going." Cannon whispered to his ear.
"Is there anything that needs to be whispered about Yang Ke's whereabouts?" Jiang Kuo looked at him with a frown, "Isn't he where he is going to be 15 kilometers away from Jiutian Waterfall."
"Listen to me," Cannon tutted, "then he called me too. He took a month off from the school and eloped with his girlfriend."
"Elope for a month?" Jiang Kuo was stunned, "Is there a deadline for elopement?"
"Who knows," said Cannon, "that day when you sent him to Jiutian Waterfall, he was going to meet a girlfriend."
"You idiot," Jiang Kuo scolded, frowning, "Jiang will put this on my head."
"That's what I mean, it's just a trick," said Cannon. "The point of calling me now is to tell us not to talk about it, but if you don't talk about it, you are the last witness before his disappearance, you suspect... "
"Be careful when you speak." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.
"That's the metaphor, you're... you're the last..." Cannon explained.
"Are you blind?" Jiang Kuo said, "When were you blind? Was Yang Ke blind before getting off the bus?"
"Damn!" Cannon finally realized what his focus was, "We! We! We were the last people to see him! I didn't mean that, I just had no brains!"
"I see that you have a strong brain, and your brain is almost squeezed out of your nose." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's disgusting, isn't it disgusting," said Cannon.
"Don't digress." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's over, I didn't digress, I still have to say it." Cannon sighed.
"Don't tell me." Jiang Kuo answered very simply.
"Why?" Cannon's voice rose, "You said that President Jiang put the blame on you!"
"He really asked me to see the situation," Jiang Kuo looked out of the car window. "It's not over yet. Yang Ke is not a minor. If he is not a friend, he doesn't have to sell in such a hurry."
"...Okay!" Cannon nodded reluctantly, "I know you are loyal."
Although the Cannon Man is not very loyal, his level is still very high when it comes to finding food.
This is a Cantonese restaurant, which is very suitable for Jiang Lao's taste that does not eat spicy food.
The dishes are well done and the place is clean. Cannon ordered a small private room with a lake view. The balcony outside looks good and cool.
With Jiang Kuo's understanding of Jiang Liao, she should really like the tranquility in the hustle and bustle of the city.
"You have to book a table in advance," Cannon said. "Noon is fine, but dinner has to be a few days in advance, and if you're late, you won't even be allowed to make a reservation."
Jiang Kuo called the waiter to come over, thinking that he should book the private room now.
But Jiang Liao was not sure about the exact time that he would arrive, but it was three days before and after.
"This is not easy to book," the waiter hesitated. "You booked a private room for three days, but two days were empty..."
"You can't come if you have something to do?" Cannon said, "Even if I only book for that day, isn't it the same if I can't come if I have something?"
"The main reason is that you can't come temporarily and it's different now that you have booked for two days and won't come," the waiter explained. "We..."
"I'll be here for three days." Jiang Kuo said.
Eat comfortably at noon, and the military training in the afternoon is not so painful.
Mainly I started walking back and forth for training in the afternoon, which is much better than standing in place.
"Energetic! This is walking in steps! It's not that you are going to the cafeteria after disbanding!" The instructor's voice has been very refreshing.
Aside from the fact that walking is more comfortable than standing, training the pace is more fun than standing.
Those who walk along the crutches, those who step on people's shoes, those who walk backwards to fight, those who walk too deeply and can't stop and hit the front row...
There is Tang Li here.
When he returned to the dormitory after the military training, he had not stopped.
Jiang Kuo was very surprised. He felt that Tang Li didn't look like a person with uncoordinated movements. He didn't expect the turn to be so smooth. An urge to follow the past.
"How do you usually walk?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I don't know," Tang Li said, "this is how I walk in step, how does my arm back, when I think about this, I don't seem to be able to walk anymore, mainly because I usually walk without thinking about my posture..."
Then I usually pay attention to whether my posture is handsome or not when I walk.
Tang Li is a serious person, and his roommates are also enthusiastic people. When he returned to the dormitory, he didn't eat any meals, so a few people started to spar with Tang Li.
Jiang Kuo didn't plan to eat anymore. He called Cannon and planned to get the washing machine back today.
One, two, one, left and right.
Jiang Kuo went out.
One, two, one, left and right.
When passing by 107, I found that the door was locked, and it seemed that Duan Feifei had not returned to the dormitory.
home
Local is still cool.
"These are to be brought. You brought him clothes and quilts when Sister Ling went there before, but this time it's just a few books," the old aunt took out a small bag, "he said last time what books he wanted to read, There is no library in it, so I asked Duan Ling to buy it."
Duan Feifei looked at it, it was a set of Agatha: "Does he still look at these?"
"How many of them are brothers, only your father likes to read," the old aunt said, "and when you go, tell him that you don't need to save money so much, and sometimes you can buy something to eat and save the money for him. It doesn't always cost anything."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Have you asked for leave from the school?" the old uncle asked beside him.
"I'm on leave." Duan Feifei said.
"Let Duan Ling drive you there," the old uncle said.
"No," Duan Feifei picked up his things, "the bus has arrived directly."
"If you see him and say that you don't need to see him or something," the old uncle told him, "Just listen, don't argue with him, he doesn't want you to see him in prison clothes like that."
"I know." Duan Feifei responded.
Duan Feifei is far less proficient than Duan Ling when it comes to visiting prisoners.
Duan Ling goes there two or three times a year, but he only goes there once in a few years. As the old uncle said, his father didn't want his son to see him in prison clothes.
I went once last year because I went to college, and this year I went again because my uncle said that your son went to college again...
At eight o'clock, Duan Feifei arrived on time.
Hand in documents, go through formalities, security check, take witnesses, etc.
He was the first in the meeting room, and another eldest sister was waiting.
Duan Feifei was inexplicably nervous.
Dad was taken into the interview room, sat down opposite him, took off the phone next to him and looked at him.
He was stunned for five seconds. Dad pointed to the phone, and he quickly took it down.
"It's like I came to visit you," Dad's voice came out. "Your uncle said you were beaten, did you beat him stupidly?"
"It didn't hit the end again." Duan Feifei said.
"Where did you hit?" Dad asked.
"On the body." Duan Feifei said, "It's not serious."
"Don't pretend to be forceful," Dad said. "Isn't it a serious hospital stay for a few months? Your uncle told me."
"Why did he tell you this?" Duan Feifei frowned, "Is there nothing to say, the two of you."
"He came here just to say that," Dad said. "It's exciting."
Duan Feifei sighed and said nothing.
"Don't be arrogant in the future," Dad looked at him. "You have to see the situation clearly when you do good deeds. Thinking of yourself as being so good... Are you taking the opportunity to fight?"
"Am I sick?" Duan Feifei also looked at him.
He suddenly discovered that maybe he had met too few times. He could see every wrinkle on his father's face. Although he was less than fifty, he always felt the vicissitudes of life.
"Is it the freshman year again this year?" Dad asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'm in military training these days."
"Train well," Dad said.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
Dad was silent for a while, as if he was looking for a topic, and Duan Feifei also quickly thought about finding a topic.
"Don't come next time," Dad said, "I have nothing to say, how uncomfortable."
Having said that, Duan Feifei couldn't find a topic anymore.
"How are your classmates?" Dad asked.
"...I don't know much about the new ones," Duan Feifei thought for a while, and really didn't know what to say, so he grabbed Jiang Kuo and came out to make up the count, "There's a sports car from the next dormitory."
Dad looked at him and said nothing.
Duan Feifei was also silent.
"Say it." Dad waited for a while before speaking.
"What?" Duan Feifei asked.
"There's a guy driving a sports car from the next dorm," Dad said.
"Yeah," said Duan Feifei, "there was a sports car from the next dormitory."
"...Fuck!" Dad waved his hand, "You really... We are so unfamiliar... Today's chat is not as good as me and Duan Ling."
Duan Feifei felt a little uncomfortable when he said this, and put down the receiver in his hand.
Dad pointed to the receiver and motioned for him to pick it up.
Duan Feifei reluctantly picked up the receiver again.
"It was my fault," Dad said.
Duan Feifei immediately turned his head and hung up the receiver, for fear that he would still be able to hear his voice if he hung up slowly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his father waving at him.
After a while, he turned his head and took off the receiver again: "Don't say such things, I don't feel comfortable listening."
"I don't care if I can't chat," Dad said. "You used to talk a lot when you were a kid, so you wouldn't speak when you came to me."
"I don't know." Duan Feifei said.
"That's why I don't want you to come. Your uncle insisted that I meet him," Dad sighed, "I'm just afraid of this scene, you go back."
"How is your health?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's a mess," Dad laughed. "It's good, don't worry, I'm stronger than you."
"That's bragging." Duan Feifei said, "I brought you the book, and I usually spend a little money on food or something. The old aunt said that I don't need to save the money for you."
"Got it," Dad said.
"Then I..." Duan Feifei hesitated.
"Go back!" Dad waved his hand, "Okay, go back to you."
By asking for leave, Duan Feifei only returned to school the next afternoon.
Before they got to the dormitory, they saw Ding Zhe and Dong Kun rushing over on their bicycles.
"Go up, go up." Ding Zhe beckoned.
He didn't ask much, and jumped into the back seat first.
"Jiang Kuo's car is back," Ding Zhe said, "just arrived at the parking lot..."
"I'm going down." Duan Feifei immediately prepared to jump out of the car.
"Don't!" Ding Zhe grabbed his collar with his backhand, "If you are familiar with him, you are familiar with him. With you around, everyone will be less embarrassed."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Duan Feifei was inexplicable, "You are embarrassed when you have the face to drive the car?"
"It's different, it's different, it's different," Ding Zhe said in a series, "I'm a little embarrassed, but I really want to touch the steering wheel."
Next to the parking lot is a green space with many stone tables and chairs. Many students are willing to sit here to eat, read, and play with their mobile phones.
Jiang Kuo's car drove into the parking lot, and everyone turned to watch.
Duan Feifei felt as if he was rushing over from home to see the car. Before the car was parked in the parking space, they had even put their bicycles there.
"Isn't this from Jiang Kuokai?" Dong Kun saw the people in the cab.
It was indeed not Jiang Kuo, but a man in a 4S shop uniform and white gloves.
The man got out of the car and stood face to face with them.
ill.
Duan Feifei turned around and walked to the stone pier next to him and sat down.
Dong Kun also followed and sat down.
Ding Zhe still insisted on standing beside the car and started to circle around the car.
"Call that idiot here." Duan Feifei said.
"I can't be called, I'll get in the car soon," Dong Kunchong raised his chin next to him, "The owner of the car is here."
Jiang Kuo walked into the parking lot from the direction of the school gate, said hello to Ding Zhe, then took the key from the glove and gave it to Ding Zhe.
"This person is about to go crazy." Dong Kun stood up.
"Am I directly?" Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo.
"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "Do you have a book?"
"Yes," Ding Zhe said, "it's just that I've never driven like this before."
"It's almost the same." Jiang Kuo opened the door, "Just start it and start it."
"Then let me feel it first." Ding Zhe got into the car, "How about you take the co-pilot?"
"No." Jiang Kuo took two steps back, Ding Zhe should be a little embarrassed, it would be more embarrassing if he kept sticking to the side.
Dong Kun sat in the co-pilot and took out his mobile phone to Ding Zhe: "Take a picture of you."
"Take a video." Ding Zhe said.
Jiang Kuo looked around. Although he was reluctant, the only shaded stone pier around the parking lot was the one under Duan Feifei's butt, and he still walked over.
"Aren't you watching?" Duan Feifei said.
"Look," Jiang Kuo sat down, "don't he have a book?"
"I have a big heart." Duan Feifei nodded.
Originally wanted to chat a few words, but when he saw the car suddenly moved and drove out of the parking space, he immediately stopped talking and stared at the car. Ding Zhe had to go out and sell himself. With Ding Zhe's appearance, it will take a long time to sell.
"Is there a road with few people nearby?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Behind the school..." Duan Feifei stopped halfway and turned to look at him, "Isn't it necessary?"
"Just in the parking lot? That's boring." Jiang Kuo stood up, walked to the side of the car, bent over and said a few words to Ding Zhe and the others, Ding Zhe and Dong Kun immediately got out of the car.
"Why?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Let's go," Dong Kun waved, "the high-tech zone is full of empty streets."
"I'm not going." Duan Feifei said.
"There is no charge for the seat." Jiang Kuo said while holding the door, "It's not a reclining chair."
"Your uncle." Duan Feifei stood up.
Ding Zhe and Dong Kun sat down in the back seat, Duan Feifei got into the co-pilot and looked back: "Aren't you going to sit in the front?"
"It's alright," Ding Zhe waved his hand, "I'll drive when I get there, you can sit in front and feel it first."
"I feel like a fart." Duan Feifei said.
"Seat belt." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei had just buckled his seat belt when Jiang Kuo stepped on the accelerator.
The car immediately roared, rushed out of the parking lot, and drove onto the road.
Duan Feifei turned his head to look at Jiang Kuo, but before he could speak, the speed of the car dropped sharply again.
"What?" Jiang Kuo also turned to look at him.
"Don't be so surprised when you drive." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, the car left the school gate, and quickly turned to the road behind the school. This road leads to the High-tech Zone. The large tracts of wasteland in the High-tech Zone are in ruins. Many newly built roads are not drawn, even with There was no one on the way there.
"I am now," Jiang Kuo said, "to be taken aback."
Before Duan Feifei could realize what he meant, the sound of an electric guitar suddenly exploded from the stereo in the car, and then, in the deafening music, he felt a person suddenly leaning back against the back of the seat.
Ah... neuropathy.
"Okay!" Ding Zhe shouted from behind, "This is the feeling of pushing back!"
Duan Feifei didn't speak. Although Jiang Kuo was quite squeamish at school, it wasn't too outrageous. Now, the accelerator seemed to be stepping on one of his switches, and even his expression changed.
There was a car from the dormitory next door.
Very arrogant when driving.