After the teacher named them, he still had no idea who they were in the first group of auto repairs. Except for the seven people in the dormitory, he didn't notice one more person.

After all, he was in the first row, and others dared to look around to see people, but he did not dare.

He has been in school for nine years, and he has never had such an experience. Most of the time he keeps his head down, and he is never interested in who is next to him, what name and what he looks like.

but.

The whole class knows that, the guy in the first row.

It's the first year of Tuguo.

On the first day of the first year, really wanted to drag Hu Biao out and beat him, so that he could experience what a local dog is.

But no chance.

After the teacher called the name, the military training began.

Their instructor, surnamed Chen, was tall, black and strong, with a loud voice.

"Classmates!" Instructor Chen roared while standing in front of the first year of junior high school, which shocked him for a while, and he couldn't hear what he said after that.

Then they were taken to the site of the auto repair profession, next to a row of garages, all of which were short and could not block the sun. The girls who trained in the shadow of the teaching building were much more comfortable.

At the beginning, the training content was similar to that in junior high school, lining up, aligning front and rear, left and right, reporting numbers, and turning around in circles.

Turn left and right on this.

Let the first day feel that many things in this world are the same.

No matter where you go, no matter what age, there will be people who can't tell the difference.

Every time I turn around, I can see people standing opposite each other staring at each other, and they all try not to look to the side, betting that they are right.

The first day of junior high was very nervous. Every time someone made a mistake, they would be taken out by Instructor Chen and stood in front of the team ten times and eight times until they got it right.

This kind of thing is something he absolutely must avoid. The spread of the title of the local dog has put a lot of pressure on him. If he makes a mistake and gets carried out and redo it in front of so many people, he estimates that he will not be able to turn around 80 times. clear.

But the more nervous the more mistakes, this is a very experienced experience.

Not only did things go wrong on the first day of the new year, but it was not the kind of mistakes that many people would make if they couldn't tell the direction right or left.

He turned a corner when he was walking forward.

As soon as he was nervous, he turned around, and this finally happened to him.

And because these students are a bit lazy, the one-hour training time has already made Instructor Chen very unhappy, and those who make mistakes are no longer punished by repeating the movements several times.

"Sign up!" Instructor Chen pointed at him.

"The first day of the first year." The first day of the first year replied, because he was so nervous that he couldn't let out his voice.

"Report again, I can't hear you!" Instructor Chen said.

"The first day of the first year." The first day of the first year reported again.

He has tried to increase his volume, but it still doesn't sound loud, and because he wants to control himself not to be nervous to say two words, he lengthens his voice slightly.

"Okay, it's pretty ****," Instructor Chen nodded, "Get out of the queue!"

On the first day of junior high, he didn't know that he still had the ability to make the instructor make such an evaluation of him, and he came out of the list in a bit of confusion.

"Sixty push-ups!" Instructor Chen said.

There was a little commotion in the team.

On the first day of the new year, I felt that I was really unlucky. Instructor Chen had just said that he could take a break for an hour, but when he was about to rest, he could be taken out, and he still did 60 push-ups.

The key is that there are two classes next to it that have rested, and they are all girls in preschool education.

"Hurry up! Don't grind!" Instructor Chen said.

"Come on, local dog!" Someone in the team shouted.

Doug your grandfather!

On the first day of the first day, he lowered his head and hesitated for a while, but there was really no other way, so he fell to the ground.

"The posture must be standard!" Instructor Chen said, coming over and pulling his hands to the sides with his toes, "Shoulders must be flat! The body must not touch the ground! Every movement must be done correctly! Movement deformations are not counted!"

He didn't say anything on the first day of the new year, and out of the corner of his eye, he could already see people coming around, and he could see a lot of feet beside him.

He controlled himself not to look around to make himself less nervous.

He straightened his body, propped up his arms, pressed down and got up again.

"One!" Instructor Chen counted for him.

In fact, have also practiced push-ups in the boxing gym, but not many times, usually using equipment, more pull-ups and sit-ups.

"Two! Three!" Instructor Chen continued to help him count, "Yes, the movements are very standard now!"

After a few sessions, he relaxed a little on the first day of the new year. As long as he didn't look around and didn't listen to other sounds, he could relax a little.

"Twenty! Twenty-one!" Instructor Chen's voice was mixed with other voices, and someone began to help count together, "Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight!"

I felt a little tired at the beginning of the first day of the new year. don't know if was too nervous or didn't sleep well yesterday.

Fortunately, there are only a hundred instructors before he opens his mouth, so he will struggle. Even if he can't hold on, he doesn't dare to stop. He is afraid of making a fool of himself in front of everyone's eyes. If he fails to hold up, he is afraid that he will hear laughter. .

"Thirty-four! Thirty-four!" Instructor Chen's voice was loud.

The repeated numbers showed that his movements were deformed. On the first day of the first year, he reluctantly stretched his body and continued to press down.

At fifty, he paused for a second or two and adjusted his breathing.

To be honest, although he has been practicing boxing for a year and has strength training every day, he is still a little tired at the moment. The strength requirements of this thing are not too high, endurance is the most important thing, and the movements are a little non-standard, Chen The instructor stopped counting him, his arms had to be straight, his back and legs had to be in a straight line... If he could be made faster and his movements changed a bit, he would have done it long ago.

"Fifty-one! Fifty-two!" The voice of the person next to him overwhelmed the instructor's voice, "Fifty-five, fifty-six..."

"Sixty!" Instructor Chen clapped his hands, "Sixty-one!"

I was stunned for a while on the first day of the first day, what is it that is still sixty-one?

But he didn't dare to get up and did another one.

"Sixty-two!" Instructor Chen continued to shout.

The first day was a little unhappy.

When Instructor Chen shouted out sixty-three, he quickly held up a few in a row. His movements were not very standard, but it was very labor-saving. After collecting seventy, he stood up.

He lowered his head and clapped his hands and pants.

"Okay, yes," Instructor Chen said, "return to the team!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to his place.

"Fuck," Hu Biao said behind him, "it's alright, in the first year of junior high, I think thirty would be enough."

"Stop blowing," I don't know who smiled. "You're body type, you'll probably be able to get up again if you go down."

"What are you talking about! Do you want to chat?" Instructor Chen glared over, "Would you like to come over and do it while chatting according to the seventy numbers just now?"

Everyone was silent.

Instructor Chen called to dissolve after a few words.

Everyone slowly dispersed. On the first day of the first year of junior high, they lowered their heads and stood with a few people in the dormitory under the shade of the tree next to them. Now everyone is still unfamiliar. Even if they are in one class, they still gather in the dormitory as a unit.

"Are you okay? Can't tell," Li Ziqiang said, "I only have thirty at most."

The first time did not speak.

When he was doing it, he felt okay, and he only wanted to keep doing it, not to make a fool of himself, not to be laughed at by others, and it was easy to change to a new environment, and he no longer wanted to be excluded and ridiculed like before.

Now that he stopped, he felt that his arm was sore and swollen, and he tried to put a pocket in it twice before he found the position of the pocket.

"Tired?" Hu Biao asked.

"The arm is going to be broken, it's broken." Chu Yi said.

"It's worth it if it's broken, look over there," Hu Biao bumped against him with his shoulder and lifted his chin forward, "It's the name of the earth dog."

The first time he heard these two words, he felt depressed for a while. When Yan Hang called him a local dog, he would only feel very kind, and he would also think that he was really cute.

People other than Yan Hang called him that, and he just felt like he was insane.

Calling a mad dog isn't that hard.

It's just that he really has no strength now, and he doesn't bother to reason with Hu Biao anymore. He glanced in the direction Hu Biao pointed.

A group of girls gathered together and were looking over here. When he looked up, all the girls laughed and shouted.

The first couple was very unfamiliar with this kind of reaction, and he couldn't even tell whether it was embarrassing, happy or mocking.

Had to turn his head away again.

"Yes, that's cool," Hu Biao said, "very cool."

"You," Chu Yi sighed, "stop for a while."

"Follow Brother Dog." Hu Biao said.

……get out.

In the first day of the first year, I felt that even my thoughts were a little weak.

"Who can take a picture for me?" Zhou Chunyang came over, "My mother wants to see it, and when I can't see her, I think I'm going to be corpse on the playground."

"Bring your phone," said Zhang Qiang, who had been squatting beside him, "I'll take pictures for you."

Zhou Chunyang sat by the flower bed and stretched out one leg: "Do you know how to shoot?"

"I don't know," Zhang Qiang clicked the shutter, "Okay, take a look."

"...Can I change someone?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at his phone, "I even let you shoot three inches of my legs."

"The photos you show your mother are so particular about it." Gao Xiaoyang said with a smile beside him.

"My mother turned her head and sent it to the Moments. I can't afford to lose this person," Zhou Chunyang sighed. "Her sisters will show it to their daughters..."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you take pictures seriously," Zhang Qiang said, "for you not to be ashamed in front of the girl."

Zhou Chunyang is very smug. On the first day of the first day of the first year, he watched Zhang Qiang instruct him for five minutes before finally one passed his review.

"Thanks," Zhou Chunyang said, "let's go, please have a drink."

Holding a Coke on the first day of the first day, looking at Zhou Chunyang, he felt very contradictory.

He wanted to take a photo for Yan Hang, but it must be difficult to take a selfie. Let someone else help him. He really doesn't have the "eloquence" to guide him.

And a stinky person like Zhou Chunyang, at a glance, knew that he would definitely shoot.

But... tsk.

He raised his head and took two sips of Coke, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhou Chunyang was Zhou Chunyang.

He took out his mobile phone and walked to Zhou Chunyang's side.

"Help you take pictures?" Zhou Chunyang asked before he could speak.

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

Zhou Chunyang pointed to the steps he was standing on just now: "You just stand there, the posture just now is very good."

On the first day of the new year, I went back, but I have forgotten what posture I was in before.

Zhou Chunyang came over and grabbed his trouser legs again, helped him pose, and then took a few pictures in succession: "Look at it."

At first glance.

Very cool.

Even if it's called a dog, it's still cool.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"Who do you want to send it to?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Friend... friend." On the first day of the first day, there was suddenly a guilty conscience for no reason.

"Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang asked again with a smile.

He was stunned on the first day of the new year. He didn't expect Zhou Chunyang to guess so accurately. It took him a long time to answer: "Ah."

Yan Hang was about to go to the manager's office. Halfway there, his phone rang. He took it out and took a look. It was a message sent by the first day of the new year.

a photo.

Standing on the steps in a military uniform.

I don’t know who took the photo for him, but it’s 10,000 times stronger than his selfie. The angle and light are all great. Sweat is shining on his face, and his 1.74-meter leg was photographed at 3.82 meters. Effect.

- handsome dog

He replied, put the phone back in his pocket, and knocked on the door of the manager's office.

"Come in." The manager responded inside.

He pushed it away and walked into the office: "Manager Tang."

There are not only Manager Tang in the office, but also their new director.

"Xiaoyan," Manager Tang said, "I read the menu you sent me this morning, and it's pretty good. It's pretty accurate."

"Thank you Manager Tang." Yan Hang said.

"There are a few more here, so you can help turn it over here." Manager Tang handed over a piece of paper.

Yan Hang took a look and took a pen: "lobster and fennel risotto...cashew granola...lobster and fennel risotto, chopped cashews...pickled Tokyo turnips..."

The director kept looking at him with a smile that made him a little nervous.

pickled Tokyo turnips.

He backed the turnips, but suddenly got stuck when he was nervous.

"pickled Tokyo turnips?" the director repeated.

"Pickled kohlrabi." After Yan Hang finished speaking, he wanted to turn his head and leave the office.

The director laughed.

"Pickled turnip," Yan Hang remembered and wrote on the paper, "I'm sorry, I remembered kohlrabi when I was reciting it before..."

"Very good." The director smiled and nodded.

"How is the acting foreman doing?" Manager Tang asked. "You sister Chen has not been here for the past two days. Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"It's okay, Sister Chen has taken me with you for a while," Yan Hang said, "I have phone calls these two days, and it's basically okay."

"Can other employees cooperate?" Manager Tang asked again.

"Yes, they have worked together before, they all know each other well, and they can cooperate with me." Yan Hang said.

"That's fine, you continue to work hard, it's hard work." Manager Tang nodded.

Yan Hang frowned when he came out of the office.

Just to translate a few dishes, Manager Tang wouldn't have to call him to the office specifically.

The seemingly random question of whether other employees can cooperate with the work is the key point. Yan Hang sighed. Someone must be dissatisfied with him and reported it to the manager.

This kind of thing is definitely not uncommon, but for Yan Hang, it feels a bit tiring.

He followed his father and lived freely and happily. Even if it was part-time work, it was very simple. He didn't think about promotion, and he didn't care about competition.

Now such work pressure and various interpersonal relationships are a bit exhausting for him to deal with.

The waiter was fine, but now the agent foreman feels so tired after get off work every day that he doesn't want to talk.

He went downstairs and went to the back door of the hotel.

It is very quiet here. Except for delivery vehicles, employees rarely come here. He usually comes to rest for a while before the meal starts, so that he can relax and deal with the busyness later.

He stood by the trash can and lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and looked at the photos of the first day of the first year.

The first day of the first year was a very boring local dog.

Sometimes Yan Hang would feel like laughing when he thinks of his stammering face on the first day of the first year.

- something very embarrassing

The news of the first day of junior high was sent, and before he could reply, several messages came over. On the first day of junior high, typing on the mobile phone was more agile than his speech, and it was the length of a leg in the photo just now.

-My classmate told people that my nickname is Tugou

- Now it's all spread, everyone knows that the guy who fought with people in the auto repair class was called Tugou, and now he still calls me Gou-ge

- I'm afraid he's screaming like that and people will call him dog brother all the time.

- so embarrassing

Yan Hang held the mobile phone, and was stunned for a while, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud.

-hahahahahaha

- Don't laugh, what's there to laugh at, what should I do?

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang said with a smile, "This is vulgar and elegant, it's cool, beautiful boy."

-. . . . . .

- Gathered to call you after our military training

- good dog

-! ! ! ! ! !

There was nothing wrong with the first day of the military training in the afternoon. He really didn't want to be taken out to do push-ups again. First, he was afraid of people watching, and second, his arms were really sore.

But watching this kind of thing is indispensable. The girls fell two in the afternoon, and their auto repair class was full of big men who also fell one.

At the end of the military training, the head teacher sighed: "You guys' physical fitness is really a problem. The cafeteria is preparing hot drinks today. I'll drink some later. Have a good night's rest. Don't go out and wander around. I don't want to see it again tomorrow. Who fell?"

"I'll fall in the sun for a while." Hu Biao wiped his sweat. He was fat. Although he called himself a big tiger, he couldn't even compare to a cat in the afternoon.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, a group of people went to the cafeteria to eat. On the first day of the first year of junior high school, they realized their own soil again.

After eating, he lay down on the bed and didn't want to move. Seeing that the time was almost there, he called Yan Hang.

"Have you finished the training?" Yan Hang answered the phone, and the voice over there was quite loud.

"You haven't got off work yet?" The first day of the first year turned over and whispered towards the wall.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "there is a meeting today, and I'm still busy at the moment."

"Then I'll hang up," said the first day quickly.

"It's alright," Yan Hang said, "don't miss a few minutes, how do you feel about today's military training?"

"It's okay, I'm a little tired." Chu Yi said.

"Tired of shouting on the first day?" Yan Hang said, "Have you been fighting for nothing this year?"

"No, yes, I was fined, sixty push-ups and push-ups," Chu Yi sighed, "It's still very, very standard, that kind of arm is sore."

Yan Hang laughed: "It's so pitiful, I'll take you to a massage place after you finish training."

On the first day of the first day, he smiled, and after thinking about it, he asked in a low voice, "Can you do more and less?"

"Is it a special standard?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, not standard, no, count." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang thought for a while: "Fifty?"

"Blow it on you," said the first day, "you usually run, run, you run with your arms, right?"

Yan Hang laughed over there: "Do you know that I'm just running, or come over one day and count me."

"Okay," said the first day, "witness the fight, face the scene."

No one in the dormitory is playing cards tonight, they are all lying on the bed playing games and chatting.

He didn't know what to do with his mobile phone on the first day of the new year. He kept using a broken mobile phone and couldn't run any games. After getting a new mobile phone, he was busy practicing boxing and working every day, and he spent the rest of the time having a barbecue with Xiao Li. No time to play.

Everyone was playing at the moment, and he could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

"On the first day of the first year," Li Ziqiang called to him from the shop opposite, "Do you want to open the black? Brother will take you to fly."

"Ah?" The first day of the first year was stunned, then turned to look at Li Ziqiang, "What is it, why is it dark?"

"...You don't play games?" Li Ziqiang was also stunned.

"I don't play." The first day replied that the only mobile game he played was Snake.

"Please take me to fly." Zhou Chunyang said over there.

"Come." Li Ziqiang said.

On the first day of the first year, he turned over and continued to face the wall.

Although the people in the dormitory treat him well, he can't play cards, and he doesn't know how to play games. This situation is really depressing.

A few people in the dormitory joined, and those who didn't join together to watch, shouting vigorously while watching, except for him, Su Bin was the only one who was silent.

On the first day of the first year, he sighed, he really wanted to join, but he was afraid of showing his timidity.

I don't know if the foreign-styled Yan Hang will play, so let the foreign-styled brother Xiaotian teach him first...

I was a little sleepy today, probably because was under too much pressure from the onlookers. Not long after the first day of the first day of the new year, fell asleep in the noisy voice of the dormitory people.

I can do fifty push-ups. Yan Hang said.

I'll help you count. First said.

Yan Hang took off his shirt, fell to the ground and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three... how many? One, two...and counting again. One, two, three... Forget it, can never count.

He looked at Yan Hang's back.

He didn't seem to have seen Yan Hang shirtless.

Trying hard to see Yan Hang's back.

very beautiful.

Smooth, firm, and flawless muscle lines are visible with every push.

At first, I felt a little ecstatic.

Unexpectedly, felt like wanted to touch it.

He reached out and touched it.

The moment he touched Yan Hang's skin, his breath was a little short...

Yan Hang slapped him and threw it on his arm.

On the first day of the first day, he was awakened by the sudden and intense embarrassment, and his eyes widened suddenly.

He was slapped again on the arm, and Zhang Qiang stood beside his bed: "Get up, I'm going to be late!"

"Ah." Chu Yi sat up.

The images in the dream suddenly faded, and he could hardly recall the details, but Yan Hang's back was always dangling in front of his eyes.

And that real, embarrassing feeling of...excitement.

He rubbed his face and slowly got out of bed.

To be able to have such a dream is really nerve-racking.