Falling for bad girl

However, I didn't plan to meet any friends here. Basically, those who could come here were either rich or expensive. When I got here, I had no choice but to be humble. Although these two people were not happy, I didn't show it. I took my hand out of the air, put it into my mouth and lit the fire , pull it up.

As soon as I came in, I saw an ashtray on the table. There would be cigarette butts in it, and I could smell smoke. Go, you can't smoke here.

The fat man didn't get angry when he saw me lighting a cigarette. He stood up and walked out unsteadily. However, the second generation of the official, who was lying on the bed, frowned and looked at me a few times, but he didn't speak. The fat man went out first. Within a minute, the smelly man in the bed also stood up and walked out, leaving me in the room The clouds are fogging.

However, after a while, I realized that I came here for class. Now it should be about time for class. These two grandsons are so bad that they don't call me in class. They quickly put out their cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table, and then ran outside. Just arrived at the door, I saw the thin and black guy who passed me in the office before. He also followed me I am a dormitory, he met me twice and nodded at me slightly, but did not speak.

As I ran forward, I called out to him, "hurry up, I'm going to be late for class."

After that, I ran up in front of me. The bald man with seal said that his lecture seemed to be 1001 of Building 1 of the Party school. I didn't know where the building was, so I could only run around. The buildings of the Party school were very old, and the building number marked on it was vague. There were also students in the campus. After asking several people, I finally found the classroom.

In the corridor, I heard the voice of a lecture. I trotted two steps to the door and saw the classroom, about thirty or forty people. The lecturer was a tall and thin old man with gray hair. Although he was old, he had a upright face and a very straight back. According to the temperament of a rare soldier, I stood at the door and called out a report.

Since college, I have never called out a report. Now it's humiliating to shout it out, and it's even more embarrassing to be watched by the students inside. The old man is reading something from the book, and his head is not raised. He says lightly: "go out."

I was so angry that I just saw the fat man in a dormitory looking at me with a smile. I didn't dare to pretend to be forced here. I had to retreat from the door and stick it on the wall. I didn't dare to go or enter.

I haven't been standing here yet. The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. I looked up and saw the black and thin guy coming over. Seeing me standing outside, he said in a puzzled way, "is this not the class?"

I wryly smile low voice said: "is here, but late, do not let in."

After hearing this, the boy said, like me, it was pasted on the wall, and he didn't go to the door to make a report. The class started at noon, and there was no break time. I and the boy also stood here for a whole noon and did not speak. It was easy for me to hear the voice of the old man inside saying, "this is the end of the class today."

Then the old man came out and left without looking at us.

It's really bad luck. Even if I'm late for the report, I'm late for class, and I don't have any reason to stand here after class. I went out with the black and thin guy. Although they didn't speak this morning, they were both late for two times in a dormitory, so it was a little close.

I pulled out a cigarette and said, "one?" The black and thin man took over, I gave him some, and then I ordered one for myself, took a puff, and scolded: "what a rotten Party school is this son of a bitch? I don't even let me in when I'm late."

"Discipline, who made us late, can't help it," said the thin black guy

This is also true. No wonder other people can only blame themselves. Although the black and thin guy looks cold, but the overall feeling is good, I introduced myself: "I am Chen Kai, from the women's prison." After hearing this, the man said, "I am he fan, from the criminal police."

I heard this is not bad, the two people can get up and have a little relationship. After finding the restaurant at noon, they had some dinner together and then went back to the dormitory.

The Zhang Mao family and the smelly official second generation have returned. When they see he fan, they smile and say, "this brother is from this dormitory. Come on, meet me. I'm from the Municipal Economic Development Office."

He fan is obviously very resistant to this kind of self familiar, light said a sentence: "my name is he fan, the criminal police team."

The criminal police team is different from our prison. At least people have great power and have the opportunity to climb. So the Zhang maojia's attitude towards he fan is very good. In fact, if I hadn't shown that I was a loser and there was no one behind me, the Zhang Mao family would not have shown himself as he did in the morning. At least he has learned through my lack of contacts and position Yes.

At noon, when he was sleeping, Zhang maojia called out: "military training in the afternoon, on the playground."He fan and I immediately turned to each other. We can't be late this time. The face is rather smelly. The second generation of officials has already left. It's interesting to think about it. Those who can come here can't be called young heroes, but it's almost the same. The smelly official second generation is also a wonderful flower. We don't want to get in touch with each other It's very hot to get up, but it's more powerful than anyone else. If you can use it, you should try your best to connect with others. If you can't, you can't use it. I'm basically not a loser.

Therefore, on the way to the playground, he was always using what he Fan said, but he fan was strict and basically didn't say anything.

There were two groups of military training on the playground. I thought I could see Miao Miao, but I couldn't find Miao Miao in another group of people. Because those people had been trained before, he fan and I had no choice but to stand at the back.

After a while, the drillmaster came, not a kind of hairy boy, but a middle-aged officer. He saw us at a glance and asked us to stand out. He said, "are you two just here? Didn't come here yesterday? "

The first two days, when you see the drill ground, you and I can't stand apart. The second day, you and I can't stand apart Well, if you run 100 laps this afternoon, I'll let you return to the team for training tomorrow. Which one do you choose? "

If people who are not stupid know that the first one is good, it is basically not a punishment. The second one is more than 10 million times worse than the first one. A 400 meter playground, 100 laps, that's 40 kilometers. All of this will catch up with the marathon!

The instructor didn't give us a chance to think. He yelled out: "tell me! Which one do you choose? "

He fan and I cried out with one voice: "the second one!"

The instructor's surprise on his face was fleeting. He might not have thought that two people would choose the second one at the same time. At least the normal people would choose the first one. But at the next moment, he waved his hand and said, "let's go and run, one hundred laps. By the way, if you choose the second one, if you can't hold on to it, pack up your bedding and get out of here!"

When he fan and I heard about it, they ran to the playground one after the other. As for why I chose the second one, I really didn't pretend to be forced to do something wrong. Even though the instructor said that the first one was to stand outside the queue and train together, what do you mean is that the two of you, the people who came to train are not a group It is similar to a kind of psychological hint, but it is very unfavorable for us to win over the relationship in the Party School in the future.

He fan has good physical strength. He takes me in front of me. I'm a scum who can't even run Miao Miao. After running for five laps, he fan really knows what the concept of 100 laps is. Because I don't exercise often, I feel a little out of breath after running for five laps. But he fan in front of me has already pulled me down half a circle. There are still 95 fuckin 'laps left. What should I do.

I had no choice but to bite my teeth and run forward. At least I had practiced 5000 meters before and got through the pole. I felt more comfortable because no one helped count the laps. I calculated it silently in my heart. Now it's the 10th lap. It's estimated that half an hour has passed. He fan has set me three laps. It seems that the dog has been running at a constant speed from me When I run by, I spit out my breath evenly. I'm not tired at all. If you look at me, I'm panting. I'd better stick out my tongue when I'm a dog.