Song Ming got up this morning as usual and went to have breakfast. Huben Camp is better for soldiers. Canteens of all sizes are distributed in various camps, and the food is also good. Although it is not said that you can eat meat when you eat it, it is true to be full. He stood in front of the old man who was distributing the steamed buns and said with a smile: "Uncle, come two steamed buns."

"Oh, the young man is here again? I'll go to make porridge later? I'm still very good at eating it." The old man often saw Song Ming coming here to get steamed buns. His appetite was bigger than that of other young men. He looked quite handsome, so he naturally attracted people to like it, so he gave those two big buns to him.

"Yes, I can eat some, drink some porridge for drinking and swallowing." Song Ming nodded. The steamed buns here are made of corn noodles and are mixed with other mixed grain noodles, which will make them feel a little uncomfortable, so he will make a portion of porridge to relieve this uncomfortable feeling.

When he was walking towards the seat with the porridge in his hand, several young men came towards him, laughing and walking in a while. One of them was hugged in the middle and whispered to him. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional. Song Mingming had already given it to the net, but was still hit and sprinkled the soup. He looked at the bowl of porridge that was knocked to the ground and felt that these people were too reckless, but they didn’t like to quarrel with others over a bowl of porridge. He thought to give up another portion, so he went to pick up the bowl and planned to make another portion, but he didn’t want to...

"See, what is the way Panyinghui is? Is it so good to squat on the ground to pick up bowls?" The boy who hit the person felt very comfortable looking at Song Ming picking up bowls. They had long wanted to teach this guy a lesson. He hit the elbow and hit the people beside him and looked at each other and laughed.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Song Ming saw this situation and understood what was going on. It seemed that these guys came to find fault on purpose. Why? He listened to the conversation, he thought he had been getting close to Ji Bo'an recently and thought he was cursing Ji Bo'an, so he had this happen. His eyebrows frowned but he didn't feel angry. This thing would not be solved by ing on the blood and blood. "It's not as much as you think, so I'm going to have a meal."

"Just, isn't this place a good place? Why don't you let me leave? I think the boy surnamed Ji looks quite right. When he is far away, he looks like a little girl. Why, do you like to hang out with him so much, are you interested in his little face?" In the recruit camp, these boys have wanted to make friends with Ji Bo'an, but Ji Bo'an always feels the same for everyone. They naturally touched the gray face. The boy is so arrogant but so good to Song Ming, so many people naturally feel uncomfortable. "No, it's that boy Ji Bo'an who likes you?" Then several people burst into laughter again.

The more Song Ming heard it, the more outrageous he felt, especially when they discussed his relationship with Ji Boan in vulgar words, the fire could not be suppressed. These ignorant things said that they could, but said that their friends were just beating. He held the bowl of sprinkled only a small amount of porridge and poured it directly at the boy who had been talking. "Just like you, you are worthy of mentioning our two names? Why do you have any dirty thoughts in your head, and you are worthy of being in this military camp? Grandpa will teach you how to be a human being today!"

By the time Ji Bo'an ran here, Song Ming had been ing with these people for a long time, and his face was full of color. He was sitting on the ground and touching the blood from the corner of his mouth that had just been scraped out by his teeth. Several parts of his face were also blue. The few people who were knocked down on the ground were covering their wounds and tossing and turning.

Ji Bo'an just let go of the stone in his heart when he saw this scene. Why was no one in the entire recruit camp close to him? He still knew something. These people made a lot of money. Song Ming probably thought clearly on the way to with them. He squatted and looked at Song Ming and asked in a low voice: "How do you feel? Are you really hurt?" As he said that, he also pinched Song Ming's limbs. It seemed that there was no injury. It was pretty good.

Song Ming smiled and shook his head: "How can you do it? Only these turtle eggs can hurt me?" After saying that, he reached out to look at Ji Boan, "Hurry up, pull me, we are considered injured people, I will take some food to take me back later." He was not surprised why Ji Boan appeared here. Although no one was close to Ji Boan, it was impossible for the few friends he brought out from his team to really not tell him what to do.

"I really didn't expect you to them." Ji Boan was amused by the boy's expression. He held Song Ming and walked towards the seat carefully as if he was supporting the old man. "They did not do this once or twice, why are they so impulsive?"

"I can say that you can, but you can't. You are my friend and I will naturally protect you." After that, I felt something was wrong. This guy still needs to protect you by himself? "Don't be too rude, hurry up and put some porridge and steamed buns, and starve to death." He scratched his head, and his ears suddenly turned red.

"I'll do it now, I'll do it now, you'll wait." Ji Bo'an smiled and comforted him. It turned out that Song Ming could for himself not to be gossiped about? A heat surged in his heart.
Chapter completed!