11

The fitness effect of one hundred push-ups is still very obvious.

Jiang Kuo's quilt became very heavy on the way back to the dormitory. He always felt that he was about to fall off with his arms around him.

After entering the dormitory, he swung the quilt onto the bed and shook his arm for a while.

"I'll pinch it for you?" Tang Li said.

"Not to it," said Jiang Kuo, "it's just that I haven't exercised for too long."

"It's OK," said Tang Li, "I can't do a hundred running every day."

"...You do push-ups with your legs?" Jiang Kuo said.

"He mainly runs with his hands," said Li Zirui.

A few people were having a silly fun.

After taking a shower, Jiang Kuo was about to go to the cafeteria with the people in the dormitory, but Dapao called and said 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 and 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 eat enough."

Jiang Kuo took a bag, put the clothes to be washed, and carried it out of the door.

Da Cannon called a car and waited at the door. When he got in, Da Cannon directed the driver to the restaurant.

"I found another good one," Dapao patted him casually, "I'll improve the food for you, and check it out to see if I want to take Jiang Le there to eat."

Jiang Kuo covered his chest: "Don't touch me casually these days."

"What's wrong?" Da Cannon sat upright, "Is there a fight?"

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "I did a hundred push-ups today, and now my arms, chest and waist are all useless."

"The instructor punished me?" Da Cannon immediately raised his voice, "You care about him! If you don't do it, you'll leave if you bet again, you won't be fucking scolding! Who can do anything to you!"

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Did you educate me yesterday? You need to see the form clearly and change the odor and hairy disease?"

The cannon didn't say anything, seemed to be thinking.

"I know!" Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "You can't say this. Hu Zhenyu, you are the dark thunder buried by Jiang Yushan beside me! Or the kind that just instigated the rebellion!"

"Fuck you." said the cannon.

"The acting skills are too poor," said Jiang Kuo. "It's not okay to remember "sex". I just remembered the lines I turned around and forgot them."

Even when the cannon arrived, he did not admit that he was a traitor.

He told him another thing.

"I almost forgot to interrupt you. My dad called me and asked if he knew where Yang Ke was going." Dapao leaned into his ear and whispered.

"Is Yang Ke's whereabouts something that needs to be whispered?" Jiang Kuo frowned and looked at him, "Isn't it going 15 kilometers from Jiutian Waterfall."

"Listen to me," Dapao tskated, "and then he called me too. He asked the school for a month's leave and eloped with his girlfriend."

"Elop for a month?" Jiang Kuo was stunned, "Does the elopement still have a deadline?"

"Who knows," said Dapao, "that day you asked you to send him to Jiutian Falls, and you would know a girlfriend."

"A stupid 'bull'," Jiang Kuo frowned and cursed, "John Jiang will take this account on my head."

"That's what I mean, this "pse" is just a trap," Dapao said. "The call now means to tell us not to talk, but if you don't say it, you are the last witness before his disappearance, you are the suspect..."

"Be careful when speaking." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"It's just such a metaphor. You are...you are the last one anyway..." Da Cannon explained.

"Are you blind?" Jiang Kuo said, "When did you get blind? Was Yang Ke blind before getting off the car?"

"Damn!" Dapao finally realized what his focus was, "We both! We both! We are the last ones to see him! I don't mean that, I just have no brains!"

"I see that you have a good brain and your brain is almost squeezed out of your nose." Jiang Kuo said.

"Is it disgusting?" said Da Cannon.

"Don't go off topic." Jiang Kuo said.

"I've finished speaking, I haven't gotten off topic, I still have to say it." Dapao sighed.

"I won't say it." Jiang Kuo's answer was very simple.

"Why?" Da Cannon raised his voice, "You all say that Mr. Jiang will settle the accounts on you!"

"He really asked me to ask about the situation," Jiang Kuo looked out the car window, "It's not over yet. Yang Ke is not a minor, and he doesn't have to be so anxious to sell it."

"...Okay!" Dapao nodded helplessly, "I know you are righteous."

Although the cannon man is not very righteous, his level is still very high when it comes to food.

This is a Cantonese restaurant, which is very suitable for the taste of Jianglelai that does not eat spicy food.

The food was well cooked and the place was clean. Da Cannon ordered a small private room with lake view. The balcony outside showed that the scenery was good and cool.

With Jiang Kuo’s understanding of Jiang Leli, she should like this kind of quietness in the noisy city.

"We have to book the table in advance," said Dapao. "It's okay at noon, and dinner has to be a few days in advance. If it's late, it won't even be booked."

Jiang Kuo called the waiter over and wanted to book the private room now.

But Jiang Leye was not sure about the specific time he could reach, and the range was three days.

"This is not easy to order," the waiter hesitated. "You book a private room for three days, but it's empty for two days..."

"If you order, you can't come if you have something to do?" Dapao said, "Even if I only book for that day, I can't come if I have something to do, isn't it the same?"

"The main reason is that it is different if you can't come temporarily and you're sure that you have booked for two days and don't come," the waiter explained, "We..."

"I'll come for three days." Jiang Kuo said.

I had a comfortable lunch, but the afternoon military training was not that painful.

The main thing is that I started to stroll back and forth in the afternoon, which is much better than standing there.

"Essence! This is walking in one step! It's not that I've been disbanded and went to the cafeteria!" The instructor's voice was refreshing, "How can you just rush in a while!"

Apart from walking is more comfortable than standing, training pace is more fun than standing.

The person who was walking along the way, the person who was walking backwards and fighting with his arms, and the person who was too devoted to standing still and unable to stop hitting the front row...

There is Tang Li here.

When he returned to the dormitory after the military training, he still didn't stop.

Jiang Kuo was very surprised. He felt that Tang Li didn't look like a person with inconsistent movements. He didn't expect that Shunguai was so silky. When he pulled Jiang Kuo and walked side by side with him, Jiang Kuo was led by him to the urge to follow him.

"How do you walk normally?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I don't know," said Tang Li, "I walked in one step, how do I carry my arms? When I think about this, I seem to be unable to walk anymore. The main reason is that 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 all enthusiastic people. He didn't even eat when he returned to the dormitory, so a few people started to train for Tang Li.

Jiang Kuo didn't plan to have a meal anymore. He called Dapao and planned to get the washing machine back today.

One, two, left and right.

Jiang Kuo goes out.

One, two, left and right.

When I passed by 107, I found that the door was locked. It seemed that Duan Feifan had not returned to the dormitory.

Going home?

Locally still cool.

"These are to be brought with you. When your sister Ling went there, she brought him clothes and quilts. This time she was just a few books," the old aunt took out a small bag. "Last time he said he wanted to read any books, but there was no library inside, so he asked Duan Ling to buy them."

Duan Feifan looked at it and it was a set of Agatha: "Where does he still see these?"

"There are a few brothers, your father loves reading," said the old aunt. "And when you go, you told him that you don't need to save money so much. Sometimes when you are sloppy, you buy some food. If you save the money for him, you never spend it."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"Have you asked for leave from the school?" the old uncle asked next to him.

"I've asked for leave." Duan Feifan said.

"Let Duan Ling drive you there." said the old uncle.

"No," Duan Feifan picked up the thing, "The bus arrived directly."

"If you say something when you see him, you don't have to see him or something," the old uncle told him, "Just listen, don't argue with him, he won't want you to see him wearing a prison uniform."

"I know." Duan Feifan responded.

Duan Feifan is far less skilled than Duan Ling in visiting prisons.

Duan Ling went there two or three times a year, and he only went there once every few years. As the uncle said, his father didn't want his son to see him wearing a prison uniform.
To be continued...