On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

hot sun.

The sun is like a ball of fire roaring overhead. Although it is September, the dazzling sunlight has no intention of fading away.

Song Yu's back was drenched with sweat, and the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead gathered together and flowed down his ears and temples, leaving faint traces of sweat on his face.

But I can only stand in a military posture and not move.

Song Yu looked at the group of students who were resting under the shade of the trees, each with gloating expressions on their faces.

Although he can't move his body, he can speak anyway.

Song Yu glanced at Yan Baijing standing on his right from the corner of his eye, and happened to see Yan Baijing's lips turning pale.

The expression on his face was obviously unnatural, and his complexion was as pale as paper.

Song Yu frowned: "Are you okay?"

The instructor's punishment for the three of them was difficult but not difficult, simple but not simple, that is, to stand in a military posture for an hour.

And in this sunny world, no one can bear to stand stupidly for an hour without moving.

Song Yu is actually quite uncomfortable now.

Every cell in his body was clamoring to move, but the instructor's eyes kept wandering here, which made him only move his hands and feet slightly, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But seeing Yan Baijing's face, he couldn't help but worry a bit.

"I am fine."

Although he said he was fine, the sweat dripping from Yan Baijing's forehead was almost enough to wash his face.

Song Yu glanced at him.

A nerd who can study is a nerd, so it is estimated that outdoor sports are rarely done!

Song Yu made up his mind, and without a word, sat on the ground and let himself rest for a while.

The instructor's lecture not far away will arrive soon.

"Song Yu! What are you doing!"

Song Yu replied to the instructor without saying a word: "Instructor, I will help Yan Baijing stand for the rest of the time. His complexion is not very good. Tell him to go to the infirmary to have a look."

Yan Baijing turned his head and saw Song Yu's serious and serious expression, with a bit of persistence and strength. "Instructor, it's just too hot and easy to sweat, I'm fine."

The instructor frowned at the three of them, then looked at the watch in his hand.

The three of them had been standing for 45 minutes.

"Will you be late next time?"

Song Yu regained his energy when he heard this, "Report to the instructor, I dare not be late again!"

Now that he can rest, Yan Baijing naturally doesn't care about showing off with an instructor who is not much older than himself. "Report to the instructor, there will be no next time."

Those who don't know how to show weakness at a time like this are the ones without a root string in their brains, such as Luo Zifan.

Luo Zifan ignored the instructor at all.

Seeing Luo Zifan's nonchalant attitude, the instructor went up and kicked Luo Zifan.

Luo Zifan remained motionless.

Although Luo Zifan is not taller than Yan Baijing, he should not be underestimated. His imposing manner overwhelms the instructor.

He looked at the short man of the instructor, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Baijing whispered a reminder.

"Zifan."

Luo Zifan glanced lazily at the instructor.

"Report to the instructor, I won't be late next time."

After finishing speaking, he followed Song Yu and Yan Baijing back to the shade of the tree, and was almost furious for leaving the instructor in the sun.

For the first time, he took military training with students.

This instructor is a senior graduate of the local military academy, and unexpectedly met such a troublesome student.

Anyway, it's military training experience, and those who should be punished will be punished, so let's forget it.

Although I can figure it out in my heart, I still feel that I can't live with my face.

As a result, the air pressure around the instructor was terribly low throughout the afternoon.

And the students suffer, and there is very little rest time.

The whole platoon was blaming Luo Zifan for making the instructor angry.

Luo Zifan, however, stood at the head of the third row like a normal person.

"Have you said enough, is it annoying for a big man to yell and yell all day long, isn't it just standing there for a while?"

After finally having a break, Song Yu's classmates were always complaining about Luo Zifan. Yan Baijing and Luo Zifan could turn a deaf ear, but Song Yu was not such a person.

Song Yu's sound stunned the people who were talking about it.

"If it wasn't for the three of you being late, would the instructor have punished you? You don't even look at who did it for us to train so hard, why did you teach us the other way around?" A girl directly turned her head back.

Song Yu frowned and glanced at the girl, not bothering to argue with her, so he looked away.

"It's fine for a girl to complain twice, what are you guys moaning about? Girls."

It's easy to offend people with Song Yu's straightforward personality, but Song Yu doesn't care, and he must say what he doesn't like.

Yan Baijing patted Song Yu on the back, and smiled politely at everyone.

"I'm sorry to let everyone suffer with me."

As soon as Yan Baijing finished speaking, he blocked Youyou's mouth.

For a person like Song Yu, it is not easy to bow his head, but the effect of taking a step back is often much better than going straight.

What Song Yu dislikes the most is this kind of person.

hypocritical.

After Yan Baijing said this, Song Yu turned his head and gave Yan Baijing a look, and then ignored Yan Baijing again.

Song Yu's eyes were really fierce when he stared at people.

Yan Baijing didn't feel anything, he wouldn't be disturbed by various things as easily as Song Yu.

I will not pay attention to anyone, nor will I treat anyone specially.

It is the best type to get along with, but it is also the hardest type to approach.

Facing someone like Yan Baijing, you can only keep a tepid distance from him forever.

After returning to the dormitory at night, Song Yu finally slapped Yan Baijing with his words after holding back his words for the whole afternoon.

"I said, why are you apologizing to them? Why didn't you respond to them scolding Zifan?"

reaction?

What should be the reaction?

Is there any point in wasting lips and tongues on such pointless strife?

Yan Baijing replied just like that, looking at Song Yu like looking at a monkey.

"They scolded them, we will not lose a piece of meat."

Facing Yan Baijing's benefit theory, Song Yu really had no place to lose his temper.

Because there is no way to refute this theory.

"You don't know how to spray back when you are scolded, don't tell me you have no temper at all?"

Yan Baijing smiled, "What's the point of talking about it? Today is in public, and I'm still in military training. I can usually do it without saying anything."

Only then did Song Yu understand what Yan Baijing meant.

"...Then why are you apologizing to everyone?"

Yan Baijing said lazily, "Because this will make them shut up."

Song Yu thought about it, and it seemed to be the reason.

But he felt that something was not right, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, washed up and went to bed.

Yan Baijing put down the book in his hand.

... Tempered?

It seems that I have forgotten when the theory of rational interests has occupied the entire content of my thoughts.

Don't do things that don't make sense.

To be honest, he really didn't have any reaction to being scolded today.

They scold them, live their own lives, live freely, and there is nothing to interfere with each other.

I won't have much contact with them in the future, so why should I care about these things.

The emotion of anger seemed to have not appeared in him for a long time.

In the past, he could understand why Song Yu was angry, but now Song Yu's anger is such a common thing that he felt a little surprised.

It's just like……

It's like being exposed to something new.

Yan Baijing smiled, lowered his head, and when he was about to read a book, he found that Song Yu, who was supposed to be lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, appeared next to him and brought a bowl of mung bean soup.

"You seem to have a bit of heatstroke today, drink it."

Yan Baijing was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly remembered that when Song Yu went to the supermarket today, Song Yu went to the coarse grains section to weigh some mung beans.

At that time, Song Yu smiled at him flauntingly: "Mung beans relieve the heat, when the time comes, Dad will make mung bean soup for you to drink, and I guarantee that you will not suffer from heat stroke!"

There is light in his eyes, and the proud smile on the corner of his mouth can make people clear away all unhappiness.

Yan Baijing looked at Song Yu's expression at this time, with a forced seriousness.

Then he took the bowl of mung bean soup.

"When and where did you cook the mung bean soup?"

Song Yu gave Yan Baijing a white look, "The dormitory doesn't allow rice cookers, the auntie in charge downstairs has them, and I cooked them in auntie's room when I went to fetch water just now. Stop talking nonsense, drink it quickly, and save your fragile body tomorrow Can't hold it."

It was the first time Yan Baijing heard someone use the word fragile to describe his body.

I took a sip of the mung bean soup, it was neither sweet nor bland. There were a lot of mung beans, and the mung bean flavor was very strong. It was not like the boiled water in school that was reluctant to put mung beans.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and one or two drops slowly flowed out from the corner of the mouth, down the chin and into the neck.

Song Yu looked at the trace of the dripping water, his eyebrows twisted into a twist.

why.

Because there is only one word in his mind at the moment.

sexy.

Thinking of applying this word to a man, Song Yu felt goosebumps all over his body and shivered.

It took only about a minute for Yan Baijing to finish the mung bean soup. He put down the empty bowl and looked at Song Yu meaningfully.

Gently unbuttoning the camouflage uniform with well-articulated and slender hands, he took off the military T-shirt inside in front of Song Yu, revealing his good looks.

The chest muscles are very smooth, and the abdominal muscles make people look very powerful, without a trace of fat, extending from the side to the bottom, and the two clear mermaid lines can be seen clearly.

Where the mermaid line can't be seen further down...

Yan Baijing's mocking face suddenly flashed across Song Yu's mind, and the two words he uttered clearly:

"23."

Song Yu's eyes were straightened.

Yan Baijing looked at Song Yu amusedly.

"What kind of eyes do you have? Have you never seen a man's naked body?"

Yan Baijing did it on purpose, he cared a lot about Song Yu's description of his body being fragile.

Song Yu was a little dazed for a while, "I was wondering... How many secrets do you have in your body? You are good at studying, and your muscles shouldn't be too bad. You can speak in front of the public without having to bring a manuscript, and you seem to be very good at being a human being... ...Yan Baijing, are you really a god?"

After being stunned for a short while, Song Yu suddenly wept.

"It's over! No girl will like me anymore!"

For a boy like Yan Baijing, even he didn't think there was anything to be picky about.

And it was only the second day that they really knew each other.

He is handsome, and he has a very calm aura in his gestures, as if he can solve everything he encounters calmly. If he wears a white shirt and white earphones, he will sit in a certain place in the library. Listening to music in a corner, wearing white sneakers and jeans, and smiling slightly at the girl who came to ask questions...

This male god who came out of the novel...

Who is it if it's not Yan Baijing!

Yan Baijing felt helpless at Song Yu's exclamation.

What he wanted to prove was that he was not a weak body, but Song Yu was stunned to think that he was going to grab his girl.

Yan Baijing didn't want to reveal that he was gay either, after all, he only knew Song Yu for two days.

Not everyone can accept that their roommate is gay.

Although it didn't matter whether he had friends or not, Yan Baijing suddenly felt that it was not bad to have Song Yu as a friend.

Although Song Yu looked very nervous and ignorant, it hurt people to be straightforward.

But after what happened today, Yan Baijing's opinion of him changed a bit.

During the military training, he had to help himself to receive the punishment without saying a word, and when he became serious, he exuded an overbearing attitude that could not be resisted. Seeing that he had a bit of heat stroke, he tried his best to cook mung bean soup for himself at night.

And when his roommate was sprayed, he jumped out to defend without saying a word...

It is really rare to meet such simple and direct people in college.

Yan Baijing simply cleaned up the table, took the soup bowl to wash, and replied while washing:

"Don't worry, I don't have any plans to have a girlfriend yet."