The protagonist is always seen

When Lin Luan stood up, his legs were still hurting, Meng Kuo had a lot of strength, and he was really annoyed just now, it didn't matter how serious it was.

He felt numb and couldn't use his strength. He was brought up by Meng Kuo, and he swayed when he stopped.

Meng Kuo gave him a hand, but was thrown away by Lin Luan.

Qing Xiao glanced at the two of them.

"what happened?"

Lin Luan pursed his lips, put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and didn't say a word.

Meng Kuo was a bachelor, he didn't care, turned his face to the side, his fluffy hair was messy, and spread his hands.

"That's what happened."

Qing Xiao is not a military commander, these children are also late to enlightenment, most of them can't bear to study hard, to put it bluntly, they are the kind of students that the master in the academy dislikes the most, whether they understand, Qing Xiao can't deny it.

Although they are still teaching according to the rules, the constraints on them are much smaller than other instructors.

Most of them will be generals who obey orders in the future. To put it bluntly, what I teach them now is to let them know that every decision on the battlefield has profound meaning. It doesn't matter if they don't understand. The key is to let them know that although the boss His decision-making seems stupid, but it must not be because the boss's brain is broken, it is because they don't understand, so let them not make their own decisions.

As for not being too obedient to discipline, Qing Xiao's class is very relaxed, just listen well in class, there is nothing else to do.

Besides, although he is a military officer, he is still a counselor after all. They just need to listen to the general, and they don't pay much attention to this aspect.

Therefore, the deterrent effect on them is still not as direct as that of direct force. After all, it lacks some prestige.

Meng Kuo only obeyed those whose fists were stronger than his own, and he had a playful smile on many of the instructors, but Lin Luan had never lowered his head, especially after he came to the Su Mansion, who didn't follow him well.

Qing Xiao didn't bother with them too much, no matter who was at fault, according to the rules in the barracks, each was hit with [-] slaps, and he slapped the feather fan that never left his hand on the table heavily.

"What's the lesson here? Go out and stand up for me."

Lin Luan couldn't help laughing.

Before he could hold back, he heard Qing Xiao laughing too.

"Why are you having fun? I said you all go out and stand in the playground, so that people can get to know you well."

Now it was Meng Kuo's turn to be happy, and he was still happy when the two of them stood under the sun.

He has a very handsome nose, and when he smiles, he naturally gives people a very comfortable feeling. Meng Kuo's skin is wheat-colored, his hair is not smooth, fluffy and messy, his eyebrows are sharp, and he has a murderous look. Not the mainstream kind of good-looking.

But he looks very comfortable, with long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, he is very imposing, even if he is lazy, he is like a lion taking a nap and will not be mistaken for a house cat.

Lin Luan, on the other hand, is like a Persian cat that has been carefully cared for, with soft fur, good looks, and spoiled temper.

Now suddenly put him in the wild, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, even dare to tease a lion when he meets a lion, he feels wronged if he doesn't take advantage of it, his heart is about to explode, and he has no place to vent his anger, so he can only grumble his anger against the wall , the kind that even small fish can't coax well.

Now there is another person next to him who has been laughing unconsciously. If Lin Luan is really a cat, the hairs all over his body will explode by now, squatting in the corner of the wall like a hedgehog and sulking.

Meng Kuo was used to standing under the sun for several hours. He was trained in the barracks with copper skin and iron bones. It was the best time. To him, this was not a punishment at all. Warm him up.

Lin Luan had to work harder. He was always afraid of the cold and heat. These days, when it gets a little hotter, he has to clamor to add an ice basin, let alone stand in the sun on purpose.

When other people are hot, their faces are all red. Lin Luan is different. He was not raised well when he was a child, and he was not good at all. When he felt uncomfortable, his face turned pale. I don't know if it's cold or hot.

Cats, most of them are very proud. Although he is uncomfortable, he doesn't want to show weakness, so he doesn't say a word, doesn't make any noise and goes home, so he endures it.

Meng Kuo had enough fun over there, and he squinted at Lin Luan, he naturally noticed that Lin Luan's expression was not good.

Meng Kuo has been here for so many years, and has seen many companions fainted from dehydration in summer, and he knew what was going on at a glance.

He clicked his tongue and took a step to the side, which happened to block the sunlight. He was tall and had a big frame, so when he blocked it carelessly, Lin Luan was completely in his shadow.

Meng Kuo has always acted in a measured manner. He looks impulsive and irritable, and he speaks with his fists in everything, but in fact he is very careful and knows where the line is.

Just like when he taught the Shangshu son a lesson back then, after the lesson, he was still doing well, and his life flourished, not just because of Su Lingran's name.

That's why other people obey him. In his eyes, Lin Luan is half of his own person, and he can't bully anyone because he learned what he taught.

Lin Luan didn't notice Meng Kuo's small movements at all, he was very uncomfortable, he only cared about stabilizing himself, and had no time to care about others.

Meng Kuo just watched, this time he didn't do much, he had to walk the road by himself, no matter who came here, others have no obligation to help, it is love to help you, it is duty not to help .

Meng Kuo didn't have such bad intentions, and he wasn't Lin Luan's parents, so there was no need to rush to be both a father and a mother.

Lin Luan was like a wilted sapling under the scorching sun, slowly getting lower and lower, and the last ball shrank into the shadow of Meng Kuo, but he didn't turn his head away after all.

Meng Kuo let out a snort from his throat, but straightened his back even more, and circled Lin Chao completely into the shadow.

He thought lazily, he still has a bit of backbone, better than the kid back then.

The kid was the Shangshu son back then, he turned his head and left after standing for a quarter of an hour.

Now he followed Meng Kuo one by one, and he loved to laugh and make trouble, like a silly dog.

Meng Kuo then felt his pants being pulled twice, and when he lowered his head, he saw Lin Luan also lowered his head, looking at the place under his feet, and pulling his pants.

Lin Luan probably also felt that he was at a disadvantage when he took the initiative to speak to Meng Kuo, and his voice was low.

"I'm thirsty."

Mongol was happy.

"It doesn't matter to me that you are thirsty. You are precious. You are afraid of heat and thirst. Do you want some snacks to eat? What do you mean you came to the wordless camp? Can't you just stay in Chunfeng Building?"

Eight out of ten brothels in the frontier are called Chunfenglou. They are old-fashioned and gaudy, but people can understand them at a glance. This is the place that Meng Kuo's half-sized men are most curious about.

They also got a lot of habits of veterans in the barracks. The dirty jokes came out of their mouths, and the Chunfenglou hung on their lips all day. I don't even know.

He greeted Lin Luan impatiently.

"Let go, let go, you are not my parents, nor my girl, I don't care if I'm thirsty or hungry."

Lin Luan patted Meng Kuo's calf, raised his head and said angrily.

"You are the girl!"

Lin Luan heard this kind of talk a lot since he was a child. When he was a child, he was almost abducted by traffickers as a good-looking little girl. He didn't care about it before, and he didn't respond when others teased him.

Later, all the friends around him laughed at him. Gradually, he knew that this was a very funny thing, and he usually paid attention to what others said about it, and got angry with whoever said it.

He didn't have much strength, and Meng Kuo even felt a little itchy.

After Lin Luan finished speaking, he pursed his lips again. He was so tired that he didn't leave, but sat down next to Meng Kuo's feet, and wrung his fingers to settle the score for Meng Kuo.

"It was you who bullied me first, and I fought back. You still blamed me because of you. Now I still stand here with you. I just want to drink water. If you come to my house, I will give you water too."

Finally made a summary.

"Why are you so bad, I didn't do anything, you just bullied me."

His throat was dry, and his voice was not as crisp as when he first came here. It was obviously a simple narrative, but it made people feel wronged.

He hugged his knees with his hands, buried his head in it, probably couldn't sit still anymore, felt aggrieved, and unconsciously leaned against Meng Kuo's calf.

So squeamish, the words were on the edge of Meng Kuo's mouth, circled around twice and then swallowed back into his stomach.

Meng Kuo was not used to such people in normal times, and he was convinced that every one he met in the Wuzi camp was convinced, and each one was more well-behaved than the other.

But Lin Luan's appearance is a bit more beautiful than the little girl in the frontier, as white as the moon in the sky.

Meng Kuo unconsciously became more tolerant.

What's more, he actually felt that what Lin Luan said seemed to be true. At this time, seeing his pale face, trembling like a kitten in the water, he also felt that he was going too far.

Lin Luan lowered his head, and Meng Kuo could only see a part of his neck, which was white, like the snow in the frontier in winter, but more vivid than that dead white.

He thought of the sweet smell of milk on Lin Luan's body, and suddenly understood.

It's still a child, and its hair hasn't even grown yet.

Thinking of this, most of his instinctive hostility towards Lin Luan's sudden invasion disappeared, and instead he had a sense of responsibility, feeling that he should take care of Lin Luan.

Meng Kuo has a possessive desire for people or things that are included in his territory, and at the same time, he also has a strong sense of responsibility.

Meng Kuo squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then glanced at the room, Qing Xiao was giving a lecture, he was impatient, he was never perfunctory in what he was supposed to do.

Meng Kuo bent his legs.

Lin Luan looked up at him, only seeing Meng Kuo's neat white teeth.

"Hey, get up, I'll take you to find water."

Qing Xiao, who was giving a lecture in the room, glanced at the center of the playground at some point.

There was no one there.

He didn't care too much, and continued to give lectures, but he was relieved.

Meng Kuo is the leader of a pack of wolves. His personality is too distinct, unlike the previous ones, who have similar aptitudes. He has completely won the hearts of the people, and his fists are also the hardest.

He first used his fists to let them take it orally, but Meng Kuo didn't care what he thought, but gradually convinced them because of his distinctive personality.

If he rejects Lin Luan with a clear-cut banner, Wuziying will not let Lin Luan blend in. This is an invisible barrier. Lin Luan and them may do everything together, but they are just incompatible. It's uncomfortable, you don't know what to do, and you don't know what to do, they have a perfect understanding, only you are the one who is abrupt.

But at the same time, if he took the initiative to accept Lin Luan, then Lin Luan would have already succeeded in half.

All the roads have to be walked by oneself, what Qing Xiao can do is try to let Lin Luan take the fastest road.