A Lucky Coin

After the teacher finished the name, he still had no idea who they were in the auto repair class. He didn't notice one more than the seven people in the dormitory.

After all, he is in the first row. Everyone dares to look around, but he dare not.

He has been in school for nine years and has never had such experience. Most of the time, he keeps his head down. He is never interested in who is next to him, who is called and what he looks like.

but.

The whole class knows, the man in the first row.

It's the first year of the native dog.

On the first day of junior high school, I really wanted to drag Hu Biao out for a fight, so that he could understand what a dog is.

But there is no chance.

The military training began after the teacher finished the call.

Their instructor's surname is Chen, tall and dark, with a loud voice.

"Classmates!" Instructor Chen shouted when he stood in front of the first day of the junior high school. He was shocked by the shock, and he couldn't hear what he said.

Then they were taken to the site of the auto repair professional. Next to it was a row of garages. They were all short and could not cover the sun. The girls who trained in the shadow of the school building were much more comfortable.

The training content at the beginning is similar to that of junior high school. Line up, align front and back, count the number, and go around in circles.

Turn left and right on this.

Let the first day feel that many things in this world are the same.

No matter where you go, no matter what your age, someone will be confused.

Every time I turn around, I can see people who are standing opposite each other and staring at each other, and I don't even look to the side. I want to bet that I am right.

The first day of the new year was very nervous. Every time someone made a mistake, the instructor Chen would take him out and stand in front of the team ten times and eight times until he got it right.

This kind of thing is absolutely necessary for him to avoid. The spread of the title of "Dog Dog" has already put him under a lot of pressure. If he makes a mistake and is carried out in front of so many people to do it again, he estimates that he won't be able to turn around 80 times. understand.

However, the more nervous, the more errors, this is a very experienced experience.

Not only did it make a mistake in the first year of the junior high school, but it was also not a mistake that many people would make if they couldn't distinguish the direction.

He turned abruptly when he was walking forward on one and two.

When he was nervous, he turned around, and this finally happened to him.

And because this group of students are a bit lazy, instructor Chen has been very upset during the one-hour training time. It is no longer a punishment for those who make a mistake by repeating the actions several times.

"Report your name!" Instructor Chen stared at him and pointed.

"The first day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school replied. He couldn't let out his voice because of nervousness.

"Report it again, I can't hear you!" Instructor Chen said.

"The first day of the junior high school." The first one reported again.

He has tried to amplify his own volume, but it still doesn't sound loud, and because he wants to control himself not to be nervous to say both words, he stretched his voice slightly.

"Okay, pretty dick," Instructor Chen nodded, "Get out!"

In the first year of junior high school, he didn't know that he still had the ability to make the instructor make such an evaluation of him, and he was a little confused to get out of the list.

"Sixty push-ups!" Instructor Chen said.

There was a small commotion in the team.

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned and felt that he was really unlucky. Instructor Chen had just said that he could take a rest for an hour, but when he was about to rest, he could still be taken out, and he still had sixty push-ups.

The key is that there are two classes next to them that have taken a break, and they are all girls from preschool education.

"Hurry up! Don't grind!" Instructor Chen said.

"Come on, local dog!" someone in the team shouted.

Your grandfather dog!

He lowered his head and hesitated on the first day of the new year. There was really no other way. He lay on the ground.

"The posture must be standard!" Instructor Chen said, coming over and pulling his hands to both sides with his toes, "The shoulders must be flat! The body must not touch the ground! Every movement must be in place! The deformation of the movement is not counted!"

There was no sound on the first day of the new year, he had seen people coming around in his light, and many feet could be seen nearby.

He controlled himself not to look around, so that he was less nervous.

He straightened his body, propped up his arm, pressed it down and then got up.

"One!" Instructor Chen helped him count.

In fact, I have practiced push-ups in the boxing gym, but not many times, usually using equipment, pull-ups and sit-ups are more frequent.

"Two! Three!" Instructor Chen continued to help him count, "Yes, now the action is very standard!"

After doing a few, he relaxed a little bit on the first day of the new year. As long as he doesn't look around or listen to other sounds, he can relax a little bit.

"Twenty! Twenty-one!" Instructor Chen's voice was mixed with other voices, and someone began to help count together, "Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight!"

I felt a little tired at the beginning of the first year. I don't know if I was too nervous or didn't sleep well yesterday.

Fortunately, if the instructor didn’t speak, there were a hundred, so he was struggling. Even if he couldn’t keep going, he didn’t dare to stop. He was afraid of making a fool of himself in full view. .

"Thirty-four! Thirty-four!" Instructor Chen's voice was loud.

The repeated numbers showed that his movements were deformed, and the first day of the month reluctantly stretched his body straight and continued to press down.

At fifty, he paused for a second or two and adjusted his breathing.

To be honest, although he has practiced boxing for a year and has strength training every day, he is still a little tired at the moment. The strength requirements of this thing are not too high, endurance is the most important thing, and the movements are a little non-standard, Chen The instructor won't count him. The arms must be straight, and the back and legs must be in a line... If he can be made to move faster and his movements change a little, he will end early.

"Fifty-one! Fifty-two!" The shout of the person next to him overwhelmed the instructor's voice, "Fifty-five, fifty-six..."

"Sixty!" Instructor Chen clapped his hands, "Sixty-one!"

On the first day of the new year, I was stunned, what is still sixty-one?

But he didn't dare to get up and did another one.

"Sixty-two!" Instructor Chen continued to shout.

I'm a little upset in the first day of the new year.

When Instructor Chen called out sixty-three, he quickly supported a few, the movements were not very standard, but it was very labor-saving, and he stood up after making up to seventy.

He bowed his head and clapped his hands and pants.

"Yes, you can," Instructor Chen said, "Return to the team!"

He breathed a sigh of relief on the first day of the new year and quickly returned to his position.

"Fuck," Hu Biao said behind him, "Yes, it's the first year of the middle school, I guess thirty is enough for me to go up."

"Don't blow," I don't know who smiled. "Your body shape, if you go down, I guess you can get up again."

"What are you talking about! Do you want to chat?" Instructor Chen stared, "Would you like to come over, just press the seventy just now and do it while chatting?"

Everyone is silent.

After instructor Chen trained a few words, it was called dismissal.

Everyone slowly dispersed. On the first day of the new year, they bowed their heads and stood with a few people in the dormitory under the shade of the trees next to them. Now everyone is not familiar with them. Even if they are in a class, they still gather together in the dormitory.

"You're pretty good? Can't tell," Li Ziqiang said, "I can only have thirty."

Nothing in the first day of the new year.

When I did it, I felt okay. I just wanted to do it. I couldn't make a fool of myself, and I couldn't be laughed at. After a new environment, he never wanted to be ridiculed and mocked as before.

Now that he stopped, he felt that his arm was sour and swollen, and he tried to find the position of his pocket after trying to carry it twice.

"Tired?" Hu Biao asked.

"The arm is going to be broken, it's broken," said the first day of the month.

"It's worth it if it's broken, look over there," Hu Biao hit him with his shoulder, and lifted his chin forward. "The head of the dog is considered to have started."

The first time he heard these two words, he felt depressed. When Yan Hang called him a native dog, he would only feel very kind, and he would feel really cute.

When people outside Yan Hang called so, he just felt like a neurosis.

Calling a mad dog is not so uncomfortable.

It's just that he is really weak now, and he doesn't bother to argue with Hu Biao anymore. He glanced in the direction that Hu Biao pointed.

A group of girls gathered together, looking this way, when he looked up, the girls laughed and shouted.

This kind of reaction was unfamiliar to the first couple, and he couldn't even judge whether the reaction was embarrassing, happy, or laughing.

Had to turn his head away again.

"Yes, that's cool," Hu Biao said, "very cool."

"You," Chu Yi sighed, "pause for a while."

"According to the dog brother." Hu Biao said.

……get out.

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that even my thoughts were a bit weak.

"Who will take a picture for me?" Zhou Chunyang walked over, "My mother wants to see, and when she can't see her, she thinks I'm going to corpse the playground."

"Bring the phone," said Zhang Qiang, who had been squatting next to him, "I'll take it for you."

Zhou Chunyang sat down by the flower bed and stretched out one leg: "Do you know how to shoot?"

"I don't know," Zhang Qiang clicked and clicked the shutter, "Okay, you have a look."

"...Can you change someone?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at the phone, "My legs are only three inches away from you."

"You show so many photos of your mother." Gao Xiaoyang said with a smile beside him.

"My mother took it and turned her head and sent it to Moments. I can't afford to lose this person," Zhou Chunyang sighed. "Her sisters will still take it to their daughters..."

"All right, I'll help you take a serious shot again," Zhang Qiang said, "so that you are not ashamed in front of the girl."

Zhou Chunyang was very stinking. On the first day of the junior high, he watched him and guided Zhang Qiang for five minutes before finally one passed his review.

"Thanks," Zhou Chunyang said, "go, please have a drink."

Holding a Coke on the first day of the junior high school, looking at Zhou Chunyang, I felt very conflicted.

He wanted to take a photo for Yan Hang, but it would be difficult to take a full selfie. Ask someone to take it. He really doesn't have the "eloquence" to guide him.

And Zhou Chunyang, such a stinky person, knew at first glance that he would definitely shoot.

But... Tsk.

He raised his head and took two sips of Coke. As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhou Chunyang turned Zhou Chunyang.

He took out his cell phone and walked to Zhou Chunyang.

"Taking pictures for you?" Zhou Chunyang asked before he could speak.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Zhou Chunyang pointed to the steps he was standing on just now: "Just stand there, the posture just now is pretty good."

I retreated back on the first day of the new year, but I had forgotten what posture I was before.

Zhou Chunyang came over again and pulled his trouser legs to help him pose, and then took a few consecutive pictures: "Look at it."

I took a few glances on the first day.

Very cool.

Even if it is called a dog, it is still very cool.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"Who do you want to send to?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Peng...friend." On the first day of junior high school, there was a sudden guilty conscience for no reason.

"Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang asked again with a smile.

The first day of the new year was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Chunyang to guess so accurately, and only after a long time he answered, "Ah."

Yan Hang was about to go to the manager's office. When he walked, his cell phone rang. He took a look at it. It was a message from the first day of the new year.

a photo.

Standing on the steps in military uniforms.

I don’t know who took the photo. It’s 10,000 times stronger than his self-portrait. The angle of light is great. The sweat is shining on his face, and his 1.74 meter leg was taken out of 3.82 meter. effect.

-Handsome dog

He replied, put the phone back in his pocket, and knocked on the door of the manager's office.

"Go in." The manager replied from inside.

He pushed away and walked into the office: "Manager Tang."

In the office, there are not only Manager Tang, but also their new director.

"Xiao Yan," Manager Tang said, "I looked at the menu you sent me in the morning, and it looked good and accurate."

"Thank you, Manager Tang." Yan Hang said.

"There are a few more here, you can help them on the spot here." Manager Tang handed over a piece of paper.

Yan Hang took it over and glanced, and took a pen: "lobster and fennel risotto...cashew granola...lobster and fennel risotto, cashew nuts...pickled Tokyo turnips..."

The director kept looking at him with a smile on his face, making him a little nervous.

pickled Tokyo turnips.

He backed turnips, but suddenly got stuck when he was nervous.

"Pickled Tokyo turnips?" the director repeated.

"Pickled rutabaga." After Yan Hang said, he wanted to turn around and leave the office.

The director laughed at once.

"Pickled turnips," Yan Hang remembered, and wrote on the paper, "I'm sorry, I remembered the rutabaga when I memorized it before..."

"Very good." The director smiled and nodded.

"How is the acting foreman doing?" Manager Tang asked, "Your sister Chen hasn't been there these past two days. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"It's okay, Sister Chen has taken me for a while," Yan Hang said, "I have also had telephone communication in these two days, and it's basically okay."

"Can other employees work together?" Manager Tang asked again.

"Yes, I have worked together before, and they all know each other well, and they can cooperate with me," Yan Hang said.

"That's fine, you keep working hard, it's hard work." Manager Tang nodded.

Yan Hang frowned when he came out of the office.

Just to translate a few dishes, Manager Tang wouldn't have to call him to the office.

The seemingly random question of whether other employees can cooperate with the work is the key point. Yan Hang sighed. There must be someone who is not satisfied with him and reported it to the manager.

Such things are certainly not uncommon, but for Yan Hang, it feels a bit tiring.

He followed his father and lived freely and happily. Even if it was part-time work, it was very simple. He didn't consider promotion and didn't care about competition. If he had no money, he would work for a while and leave when he changed places.

For him, he is a little tired of coping with the current work pressure and various interpersonal relationships.

It was okay when the waiter was a waiter, but now the acting foreman feels too tired to talk after get off work every day.

He went downstairs and went to the back door of the hotel.

It's very quiet here. Except for delivery vehicles, employees rarely come over. He usually comes to rest for a while before the meal, so that he can relax to cope with the busyness in the future.

He stood next to the trash can and lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and looked at the picture of the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school is a very tired dog.

Sometimes at the thought of stuttering in the first year of junior high school, Yan Hang would feel like laughing.

-There is something particularly embarrassing

The news from the first day of the junior high school was sent, and without waiting for him to reply, a few of them came over. Typing on the phone on the first day of the junior high school was more flexible than his speaking and could be as long as a leg in the photo.

-My classmate told people that my nickname is Tugou

-Now that the whole story is spread, everyone knows that the one who fought with people in the first auto repair class is called Tugou, and now he still calls me Brother Gou

-I'm afraid he will call you brother dog if you hear him

-So embarrassing

Yan Hang held the phone, and was stunned for a while, then he couldn't help but laughed. The smoke almost lost his joy, and he laughed for a while before he stopped.

-Hahahahahaha

-Don't haha, what's so good about haha, what should I do?

"What can I do," Yan Hang said with a smile, "This is vulgar, cool and beautiful."

-......

-I have gathered my military training to call you

-Good dog

-!!!!!!

There was nothing wrong with the military training in the afternoon on the first day of the military training. He really didn't want to be carried out to do push-ups anymore. One was afraid of people watching, and the other was that his arms were really sore.

But this kind of thing is indispensable for onlookers. The girls fell two in the afternoon, and their auto repair classes were all big men. They also fell one.

At the end of the military training, the head teacher sighed: "Your physical fitness is really a problem. Today, the cafeteria is going to clear the fire and go to the hot drinks. You will drink some later. Take a good rest in the evening. Don't go out and go around. I don't want to see it again tomorrow. Who fell?"

"I have to get out of the sun for a while." Hu Biao wiped his sweat. He was fat. Although he called himself Dahu, he couldn't even compare to a cat all afternoon.

After returning to the dormitory to take a shower, a group of people went to the cafeteria to have a meal. On the first day of the new year, they realized their soil again. The meal card would not be recharged, and it was almost impossible to use it. Hu Biao taught him all the way.

He didn't want to move after eating and lying on the bed. After seeing that the time was almost the same, he called Yan Hang.

"End of training?" Yan Hang answered the phone, the voice was quite noisy.

"You haven't, haven't got off work?" The first day of the new year turned over and whispered to the wall.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "There is a meeting today, I'm still busy right now."

"Then I'll hang up," said the first day of the new year.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "Without delay for a few minutes, how does the military training feel today?"

"It's okay, a little bit tired." said the first day.

"Tired of shouting on the first day?" Yan Hang said, "Have you been beaten for nothing this year?"

"No, yes, I was fined, I was fined 60 push-ups and push-ups," Chu Yi sighed, "it's still special, especially standard, that kind of arm sore."

Yan Hang laughed: "It's so pitiful, I'll take you to find a place to massage after you finish training."

On the first day of the new year, he smiled, thinking about it, and asked in a low voice: "Can you do more and less?"

"Is it particularly standard?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, non-standard, no, count." said the first day.

Yan Hang thought for a while: "Fifty, right?"

"Blow on you," said the first day of the new year, "you usually run, run, you run with your arms, right?"

Yan Hang laughed over there, "Do you know that I'm just running? Or come over and count me someday."

"Okay," said the first day of the new year, "witness the fight, face the scene."

No one is playing cards in the dormitory tonight. They are all lying in bed and playing games and chatting.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn’t know what to do with his mobile phone. He kept using a broken mobile phone and couldn’t run any games. After changing to a new mobile phone, he was busy practicing boxing every day, and spent the rest of the time having a barbecue with Xiao Li. No time to play.

Everyone was playing now, but he could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

"On the first day of the new year," Li Ziqiang called to him from the opposite shop, "Is it black? Brother will take you to fly."

"Huh?" Chu Yi was stunned, then turned to look at Li Ziqiang, "What's the drive, so dark?"

"...Aren't you playing games?" Li Ziqiang was also stunned.

"No." Replied in the first day of the year, the only mobile game he played was Snake.

"Please take the flight." Zhou Chunyang said over there.

"Come." Li Ziqiang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned over and continued to face the wall.

Although the people in the dormitory are very kind to him, he can't play cards, and he doesn't understand playing games. This situation is really depressing.

Several people in the dormitory joined, and those who didn't join also watched, shouting vigorously while watching. The only person who was silent and speechless was Su Bin.

He sighed on the first day, he wanted to join, but he was afraid of showing up.

I don’t know if the western-style Yan Hang can play, so let the western-style Xiaotian brother teach him...

I was a little sleepy today, probably because of too much pressure from the onlookers. I fell asleep in the noisy noise of the dormitory not long after the first year of the year.

I can do fifty push-ups.Yan Hang said.

I'll count it for you.Said on the first day.

Yan Hang took off his shirt, fell on the ground and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three...how many?One, two... the numbers are messed up again.One, two, three... Forget it, I will never count it.

He looked at Yan Hang's back.

He didn't seem to have seen Yan Hang's shirtless look.

Trying to see Qing Yan Hang's back.

very beautiful.

Smooth, firm, perfect muscle lines can be seen every time you apply force.

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt a little surprised.

Inexplicably feel I want to touch it.

He reached out and touched it.

The moment he touched Yan Hang's skin, his breathing was a little short...

Yan Hang slapped him and threw it on his arm.

On the first day of the new year, he was awakened by a sudden and intense embarrassment, and his eyes suddenly rounded.

Slapped on the arm again, Zhang Qiang stood by his bed: "Get up, I'm going to be late!"

"Ah." Sitting up on the first day of the new year.

The images in the dream faded suddenly, and he could hardly recall the details, but Yan Hang's back was always shaking before his eyes.

And that kind of real, embarrassing...excited feeling.

He rubbed his face and got out of bed slowly.

It's really nervous to have such a dream.