Nan Xun wiped his face silently, and seriously acted as his little turtle.
A total of twelve and a half laps, Nan Xun insisted on finishing the run, then walked a brisk lap, walked a lap slowly, and finally stopped breathing.
Nan Xun glanced around, and King Yama had disappeared. He probably felt that his little turtle was too slow and couldn't wait to leave first, or the other party didn't treat him as his own at all.
Because as expected, Nan Xun was not lost.
The third child was carried over by the fourth and fifth, and the guy vomited as soon as he finished running.
Then he looked at Nan Xun, who was also the first to run a fart, and was so aggrieved that he was speechless.
"It's alright, just run more. You can see that the fourth and fifth are fine. It's all practiced." Nan Xun grinned at him, which sounded to be comforting, but the little arrogant appearance was very impressive. I want to throw a fist.
A group of old men were so tired that they were panting, lying or sitting on the lawn in the middle of the playground.
Nan Xun looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't know if it was because he became a man. The manly attributes in his bones were multiplied.
But now, he is still a little freshman among the men. He is really afraid that after staying with these rough guys for a long time, he will become a rough guy like them.
Scary to think about.
It was time for breakfast not long after the morning run. This time, Nan Xun learned his lesson and ran back to the cell in a hurry.
The canteen has a total of 18 windows, but there is no soup for breakfast, so there are 6 windows that are not open. There are two large pots of rice porridge and a vertical row of steamed buns in the window where the rice is usually served. Six windows are opened, and there are also six windows for the pickles and eggs, for a total of twelve windows.
At this moment, there were already long queues in front of each of the twelve windows.
Nan Xun was taken aback by the densely packed heads. He forgot that there were only two or three hundred people running, but there were nearly a thousand prisoners in the A and B districts combined. Those who didn't go for morning jogs If people come together, they will rush here, and there will be no shortage of people.
Nan Xun silently lined up behind a line of porridge and steamed buns.
You can only choose one of porridge and steamed buns. Nan Xun likes to eat steamed buns, so he decides to choose steamed buns later.
After a while, Nan Xun, who was lined up with peace of mind, found a commotion around him, and he followed the eyes of everyone to look at the door of the cafeteria.
It is King Yama here.
The man put one hand in his pocket, straightened his lunch box with the other, and was pacing here leisurely.
His eyes fell directly on the first person at the window of the staple food, who was so frightened that he quickly moved his seat away, nodded and bowed, "Yan Ye, you are here, this one is for you. , please, please, hehe."
Yan Luo glanced at him and took his place unceremoniously.
When the master who served the rice saw him, he shook his hand holding the porridge spoon, silently added two more spoons to him, and two more white flour steamed buns.
Master Yama took a look and said lightly, "Thank you."
After finishing the meal, Yan Luo filled the pickles and eggs in the same way, and walked unhurriedly towards his old seat by the window.
Nan Xun, who was lining up silently:…
No matter what, he is also the one who just defeated Scar, and his reputation should spread, so why didn't anyone let him jump in line
What Nan Xun didn't know was that he was too harmless as a beast, and he didn't take the initiative to pick things up. After a long time of silent observation, others had classified him as a type A person. to him.
In Meihuan Prison, the prisoners are divided into five categories.
The number one is the S type, just like King Yama and Knife Scar. When you meet someone, don't wait for the other party to speak. You have to admit your cowardice first, and take the initiative to give way to others, otherwise you will be ruthless when you wait for someone to start. Just waiting for the blood to flow.
The second type is the A-type people, that is, the prison tyrants Jihe and Nanxun in the B prison. They are very tough in themselves, and they are also very fierce when they fight, but these people don't seem to like to pick things up, if he opens his mouth. If you don't speak, you should give way. If you don't speak, you don't see it.
The third type is B-type people. They are attached to S-type people or A-type people. For example, the younger brothers of Knife Scar and Ji He's younger brothers belong to the type of people who are dog-like.
The fourth type is C-type people, and it is also the most common type. They bully the soft and are afraid of hardships. They have to admit to the SAB-type people. Only the fifth-type people, the D-type people, can make them find the pleasure of bullying.
D-type people are the vulnerable group in the prison. They have neither reliance nor ability. Anyone who sees them wants to step on them. In Meihuan Prison, the D-type people have the highest suicide rate.
The master who served the rice and the dishes was very neat, and he served it for you with two bangs, so Nan Xun didn't wait too long, but when it was Nan Xun's turn to cook the rice, the big soft and white steamed buns were gone. Leftover rice porridge.
After finishing the meal, Nan Xun found another line of pickles and slowly lined up. When it was his turn, the three pickles had all bottomed out.
"Liu'er, here!" Du Pan waved to him from afar.
Now this guy is honest and knows how to occupy a seat for Nan Xun.
Nan Xun walked over with his lunch box. Du Pan and Brother Tie had already taken their seats. For the four-seater seat, he and the third child were on a first-come, first-served basis, and the rest would grab the seats by themselves.
The porridge was quite thick. Nan Xun took a mouthful of the porridge, and his empty stomach felt a lot better.
Nan Xun, who was about to open his mouth, suddenly stopped in the next moment.
"Xiao Bai." In the distance, someone suddenly called him.
With this shout, the noisy large dining hall fell silent, the kind of silence.
As soon as King Yama opened his mouth, no one dared to make a sound, for fear that his loud voice could overwhelm him.
Du Pan, who was opposite Nan Xun, swallowed his saliva, winked his eyes, and motioned Nan Xun to look back.
Nan Xun turned his head a little bit, and glanced at the large canteen window that was angled at a forty-five degree angle.
Under the big window, beside the dining table in the center surrounded by four empty dining tables, Yan Luo sat leaning on the chair, leaning towards Nan Xun's side, his long legs resting on the other side where no one was sitting, his knees bent and straight. The lines became more and more slender and straight.
With his elbows on the table, he was leaning his head to look at Nan Xun.
After a while, his thin lips moved slightly, and he called again, "Xiao Bai, come here."
Saying that, the slender and fair fingers pointed at Nan Xun and ticked slightly.
Nan Xun listened to the name that was very similar to a puppy's name, and then looked at the action that was very similar to yelling at a puppy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
King Yama, the great Buddha, shouted like this, and then hooked his hands like this, and countless gazes all hit Nan Xun.