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In late April, there will be a seven-day military training in the first year of high school.

The school leaders informed that at nine o'clock on Monday morning, after the head teacher counted the number of people in the class, the whole class went to the school gate square to take a bus to the military camp in the provincial capital.

Although each head teacher responded to the request of the school leader and gave the students in the class three weeks of vaccinations in advance, the military training videos of the previous seniors were a lesson from the past, and the tip of the iceberg was enough to make them realize how much military training in Tonghua High School is fear.

On Monday morning, Song Shu stepped into work.

She looked around, stunned: "You look like this..." After a pause, she thought of an extremely accurate metaphor: "Like a court prisoner who is about to be beheaded, I am a ruthless executioner."

Someone screamed: "Teacher, I don't want to go to military training! The instructors are not human."

Song Shu educated her with a serious face: "Youth, I sympathize with your experiences, but the ancients said: Therefore, the heavens will send great responsibilities to people."

"You must first suffer your heart and will, work your muscles and bones, starve your body, empty your body, and disturb your actions, so your heart and patience will benefit you what you can't do." As expected of an excellent Chinese class representative, Shen Xizhou is calm Connect the content behind.

The representatives of the history class raised their arms and shouted: "Don't accept! Protest! We want to revolt! Down with the school! Overthrow the tyranny!" The students echoed in unison, quite like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.

Song Shu rolled his eyes and smiled charmingly: "Pull it down, my dear. An uprising is called class struggle, and you don't even count as class. You are at most a student group. You can just shout slogans, be good."

The representative of the history class gritted her silver teeth angrily, feeling ashamed that her historical literacy had been crushed. Seeing her fiasco, the others all died down.

Seeing them all frustrated, Song Shu couldn't bear it: "Okay, okay, we have the same blessings and share the difficulties, and the class teacher will also live in the barracks with the class for seven days."

Shen Xizhou said coldly: "Then teacher wants to participate in training with us?"

Song Shu didn't pay attention, subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Shen Xizhou nodded earnestly: "If you make a light promise, you will have little faith. If it is easy, it will be difficult. The teacher must keep his promise."

The others realized what she meant, and applauded loudly while watching the excitement, "Trust what you say, and do what you do!"

"The teacher wants to train with us!"

"What you say counts."

Being tricked by her dear class representative, Song Shu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she gave Shen Xizhou a look, and said with a smile: "A bunch of brats."

Song Shu gave some precautions, and everyone packed their suitcases and set off.

After everyone got on the bus, Song Shu counted the number of people again, and after confirming that they were correct, he asked the driver to start the bus.

Shen Xizhou was originally sitting alone, but Song Shu looked over from a distance and found the vacant seat beside her. She carried a canvas bag, walked across the aisle, and sat down beside her.

"What are you looking at?" Song Shu saw the book spread out on Shen Xizhou's lap, with many notes written on the pages.

"Why be happy when you could be normal by Jeanette Winterson."

Shen Xizhou's English pronunciation is different from that of most students in China. It is not Chinese English. His accent is fluent and elegant. Hearing it in his ears is as comfortable as getting into a warm bed immediately after taking a bath in cold winter.

"Do you like her work?" Song Shu expressed a delicate expression. The first time she came into contact with Jeanette Winterson's book was "Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit" given to her by Han Ning.

The old people and the old things have become too vague memories, but they still made her swallow in her heart.

Shen Xizhou reads a lot of books. She said: "Jeanette's works are short, powerful and poetic. I am reading her books recently."

"Do you want to write a review?" Song Shu shifted his attention.

Shen Xizhou's teeth were like shells: "Write."

In this fast-food era of rapid consumption, there are very few young people who take the initiative to write a book after reading it. Song Shu was aroused: "Can I read it?"

Shen Xizhou promised: "Yes, I will bring it to you after the military training is over."

"Would you like potato chips?" Nan Sang, who was sitting in the front row, brought over a tube of potato chips, which tasted like a tomato.

"Thank you." Song Shu took a stack and fed a piece to Shen Xizhou's mouth.

"I still have chocolates, marshmallows..." Nan Sang's voice weakened. When she turned her head, she saw Shen Xizhou lowering her head and biting the corner of the potato chips between Song Shu's fingers. The appearance of the carving is fascinating.

Song Shu's eyes were soft, and he almost wanted to take her in. Feeding between girls is a common thing, but there is a strange ambiguity between them.

Putting away her playful gaze, Nan Sang sat back.

"Teacher, do you want to eat Huamei? We still have biscuits here."

"Matcha cake, shrimp crackers... Please eat."

"Did you move the snack shop here?" Song Shu finished feeding Shen Xizhou and ate a piece of potato chips himself. The people around were eating the snacks in their schoolbags, and he didn't forget to share them with them.

After a while, Song Shu's arms were full of snacks brought by his classmates.Shen Xizhou picked up a pack of toffee and asked her with a smile, "Boss, how much is a pack?"

Song Shu dragged his voice out to cooperate with her in the performance: "Snacks clearance sale, only 9.9! Only 9.9! The whole box of snacks delivered to home, delivered to home—"

This flamboyant acting, as if Shen Xizhou gave her a microphone, she could sing another impromptu rap.

Shen Xizhou couldn't help laughing, covered his lips with the back of his hand, lowered his head, trying to save Song Shu some face.

"Shen Xizhou!" Song Shu saw her smile, pretending to be fierce.

"Huh?" Shen Xizhou turned his head, and his cheek fell into Song Shu's hand. The skin under his finger was more delicate than red silk cut from a ruler. Song Shu said fiercely, "Laugh! Why are you laughing!?"

She whispered again: "It's so slippery."

Song Shu may not know that he is playing a hooligan on Shen Xizhou by saying this, and she is definitely the best hooligan in herself.

Shen Xizhou leaned over her slightly, and the fragrance was so strong that she asked, "Is it easy to touch?"

At such a close distance that her breath could be heard, Song Shu let go of her hand, she sat back in her original position, her face slowly burning.

The beautiful fox demon in Pu Songling's works is probably not based on Shen Xizhou. He is such a gentle person on weekdays, but his occasional flamboyance is so seductive.

The voice of the cultural and entertainment committee came from the front: "Is there anyone who wants to sing? I have a stereo, and I can play the accompaniment for you."

Song Shu was amazed: "There are stereos and snacks, you think you are going on a trip?" How could she be so presumptuous when she participated in military training at that time.

Shen Xizhou replied: "Before you experience the real cruelty, it's good to keep some illusions." When you go to the military camp, you will be exhausted from training, and you will not be in the mood to entertain.

"Xizhou, do you want to sing later?" Xia Yubing kept encouraging Shen Xizhou: "We want to hear you sing, do you want to sing~"

"Okay." Shen Xizhou is not a coy character, she turned to ask Song Shu: "What do you want to hear, teacher?"

Song Shu was afraid that it was an auditory hallucination, so he asked uncertainly, "Are you asking me?"

"Yes. It's you who is asking." Shen Xizhou blinked playfully: "Order, I'll sing."

"Teacher, please add a few more songs, our Xizhou sings very well." The students sitting next to him were moved by the news, and a bag of praise and admiration fell out like money.

"She was the champion among the top ten singers on campus last semester."

Song Shu didn't know yet that the judges of Tonghua High School's top ten singer competitions were professional singers and independent musicians invited from outside the school.

According to gossip, after Shen Xizhou won the championship last semester, a record company wanted to sign a contract with her, but she declined.

After the first song was sung, the cultural and entertainment committee was looking for the next singer, Song Shu thought for a while: "Can't I Get Drunk?"

"Yes." Shen Xizhou stood up and walked forward, everyone applauded.

"This is a song specially sung for the homeroom teacher. Others will have to pay to listen to it. Do you still want to listen?" Shen Xizhou held the microphone, enlivening the atmosphere, and Song Shu's ears were burning.

"You pay when you sing." No one took this sentence seriously and laughed.

"Hush." ​​The cultural and entertainment committee members found a good song to accompany, and the whole car fell silent.

The author has something to say: I personally think that the works of Jeanette Winterson are especially suitable for reading by our group.