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Chapter 816 You Are An Adult, Why Let Others Wipe Your Ass

Tang Shi was also very speechless to Yuan Huaiwei like this. She was obviously wearing a belt, but she didn't. She was planning to sue the instructor, right?

Sure enough, the rally whistle blew, the instructor stood in front of the team, and his eyes immediately stopped on Yuan Huaiwei.

"That classmate, what happened to your clothes?"

Yuan Huaiwei glared at Tang Shi, and said loudly: "Report to the instructor, the military training uniforms issued to me are just like this."

The instructor looked at Tang Shi: "Tang Shi, what's going on?"

Tang Shi was not guilty at all, and she also said loudly: "Report to the instructor, the clothes that Yuan Huaiwei sent to classmate Yuan Huaiwei for the first time are normal sizes. But classmate Yuan Huaiwei disliked them too much and asked me to change them."

"Why are the changed clothes still so big?"

Disbelief was clearly written in the instructor's eyes, and Yuan Huaiwei saw that the instructor seemed to be on her side, and a hint of complacency immediately appeared in Yuan Huaiwei's eyes.

Tang Shi said loudly: "Report to the instructor, I haven't finished yet."

Instructor: "... finish it all at once."

Tang poetry: "Yes!"

"When Yuan Huaiwei asked me to help her change clothes, many students didn't receive the clothes, so I asked her to wait for me to send them out before changing them. But unfortunately, after all the clothes were distributed, only her body was left This is it!"

Tang Shi said, with a trace of regret on his face.

The instructor frowned, looked at Yuan Huaiwei for the last time, and said to her, "Go back and collect it yourself with a needle and thread, and just put on the belt."

With the final word, the matter is over.

But Yuan Huaiwei was not convinced: "Report to the instructor, Tang Shi gave me such a big dress, obviously trying to trick me. Why didn't she give me the suit she was wearing? She has selfish intentions!"

Yuan Huaiwei's words are very convincing, with a thick skin and a straightforward tone, many people should see it for the first time in their lives.

Before the instructor could speak, Tang Shi turned her head and asked Yuan Huaiwei: "I got the size I registered. I haven't changed it or adjusted it. Why should I give it to you. Your own clothes are what you want to change. What kind of clothes will you change in the end? Shouldn't you bear the responsibility yourself? You are an adult, why should you let others wipe your ass for you?"

Tang Shi's words are very vulgar, but many students are laughing.

Yuan Huaiwei blushed and said loudly: "Then you are still the person in charge of the military training. You don't even have the spirit of dedicating yourself to your classmates. What qualifications do you have to be the person in charge?"

Tang Shi didn't want to quarrel with her, so she looked straight ahead and said, "If you have the energy, you can do it. Report to the instructor, Yuan Huaiwei wants to be the person in charge of military training, and I will apply for a replacement."

The instructor has been overwhelmed by these two students. Seeing what Tang Shi said, he simply broke the jar and said: "Then change it. From now on, Yuan Huaiwei will be the person in charge of military training. Yuan Huaiwei will also be responsible for all military training chores."

Yuan Huaiwei did not expect the situation to develop like this.

Obviously Guo Lanlan told her that Tang Shi would give up her own clothes because of the pressure of the person in charge of military training to suppress her.

But now... However, it's good for her to be the person in charge of military training, at least she can use this position to rectify Tang poetry.

As the person in charge of military training, Yuan Huaiwei couldn't let her clothes droop anymore, so she had to take out her belt and put them away.

But the jacket is easy to pack, and the trousers are not so neat.When training in step, she always stepped on her trouser legs, and almost bumped into the students in front of her several times.

Yuan Huaiwei was so angry that she wanted to cry.

As the time approached noon, Yuan Huaiwei felt that the day became more and more difficult.

September in Kyoto is not cool at all, but it is indescribably hot.

The scorching sun was shining on his face and neck, and his whole figure seemed to have fallen into a stove.

(End of this chapter)