The next day, at 7:50 in the morning, other students came to military training one after another, and Jia Chun's green figure had been running around the football field for half an hour.

Gu Qing and Wang Dalong both took a shower last night, but there was no smell of alcohol on them, so he was the only one who got caught.

Fortunately, the fat man was very loyal and did not betray others. He insisted on resisting all of them alone. So, the head teacher of the director department asked him to come and run three thousand meters in the morning and then it was over.

"Fatty, don't run away first, eat something." Gu Qing was wearing camouflage, holding a tongs and a dustpan in one hand, and a bottle of eight-treasure porridge in the other.

"Brother, thank you."

He was sweating profusely, and Jia Chun took the eight-treasure porridge with tears in his nose and tears, and he was half of it in one mouthful.

I heard Gu Qing say yesterday that the person who reported him was Zhang Lingjun. Gu Qing strongly opposed it at that time and had a fight with the other party, and almost started a fight.

I went to school on the first day and offended the class monitor for him. This friendship is irrelevant.

"Why, why are you talking about this? Brother." Gu Qing waved his hand, not caring at all, "I went to pick up the garbage. What should I eat for lunch? I will help you get food in advance."

"Don't you need military training?"

"I'm late to register. The team team has no place. The head teacher asked me to pick up garbage. I don't know when this miserable day will end."

Jaren...

mmmp, he was also two days late to report, why is the treatment different?

"Everyone gathers!!"

The instructor blew the whistle, and the students quickly returned to each class to stand. Jia Chun drank the eight-treasure porridge in one sip and quickly returned to his class.

"It's cold early in the morning, so I'll warm up a thousand meters."

As soon as the instructor's words came to the ground, Jia Chun's legs were weak and he knelt on the ground with a thud. Damn, he had just finished running three thousand meters, and he had not had enough sweat yet, and he was still alive.

Gu Qing sighed, shook his head, and went to pick up his garbage on his own.

People clean the football field every day, but it is not dirty, and there are only some fruit crusts, chewing gum, and hot dog bamboo sticks. This job is very easy.

I slowly walked around, and I finished a walk in less than an hour, and I still picked up five dollars in the middle.

After finishing his work, Gu Qing and the "Wrecked Soldiers Company" sat in the audience on the rostrum of the football field, where you can enjoy the cool air. Opposite him were thousands of students, standing like a bell, motionless.

At around nine o'clock, the sun shines out. Relying on the rostrum, the big building, many people stand very moist, and the sunlight cannot shine on them.

However, the people behind him were not that lucky. For example, Jia Chun had a cool lower body, but he was exposed to the sun, black and red, and almost foamed at the mouth.

"Can the big pot in front move two steps? I can't stand it."

"The sun is rising, so hurry up, don't just shine on me."

The instructor held his hands behind his back, glanced at everyone, and shouted loudly: "Is it comfortable?"

“Comfortable (comfortable!)”

The instructor asked if he was comfortable, who dared not answer? The unification is comfortable, except for one person, that is Jia Chun, who is really uncomfortable.

The instructor smiled and walked to Jia Chun, "Ask again, are you comfortable?"

Sweat dripped into the scorching eyes, Jia Chun squinted his eyes, pulled his neck and shouted loudly, "It's so comfortable!"

The others are in cool places, and they are the only ones who are standing against the sun. Only when they are comfortable can they be devils.

Not far away, Gu Qing gave a thumbs up, Brother Chun is awesome!

"Everyone, rest, stand at attention, and listen to my command."

Just when Jia Chun thought the instructor would shout three steps forward, the other party said, "Turn backwards and walk in unison!!"

OK, now it's fair, it's all sunny.

On the rostrum, Gu Qing chuckled and suddenly felt a murderous aura. He turned around and said that it was a composition class, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

"Ahem!" Putting away your smile, Gu Qing sat down seriously.

At noon, he immediately checked the time, and at 11:50, he quietly retreated. There were very few people coming to the cafeteria. He picked up three meals and found a ventilated seat to sit.

Ten minutes later, a green torrent rushed over. In less than a minute, the meal-fill window was lined up to the entrance of the canteen. There were five or six teams, each team dozens of meters, and there was no end to see.

Many senior sisters stood at the door and looked at it, exclaimed a wave of sorrow, and went back to the dormitory with their books in their arms.

"Fatty, Dalong, here!" Gu Qing stood up and waved, Jia Chun and Wang Dalong ran over and ran away.

After eating it in big mouthfuls, Ja Chunhan dripped into the bowl, "Hey, this food is so delicious."

He was really exhausted. He had never suffered hardships since he was a child. After a few days of military training, his weight dropped drastically. I remember that on the first day of the canteen, I poured most of the food, and now I call for extra meals every day.

The aisle next to Gu Qing’s dining table was full of students queuing up to get food. Soon, I met an acquaintance or a composition class.

"Brother, can you get one for me tomorrow? I'll give it to you."

Gu Qing looked up and said it was his front desk, "a small matter."

"Brother Gu, please help me too." A girl in the class said pitifully.

Girls can't escape men. Every time they arrive at the cafeteria, they will be in a row for dozens of meters. When they are queued up, they will be at a small spot after they finish eating and return to the dormitory.

"no problem."

"Brother Gu, and I, the first time I saw you, I knew you were not a human being, but, not a mortal."

"Handsome guy, please help me. I'll ask you for a drink of water."

Chattered, the composition team all spoke. Zhang Lingjun was not in the way with Jia Chun, and he also bit the bullet and asked Gu Qing to help bring some food.

Seeing so many people wanting to help, Gu Qing had a headache and wouldn't agree if he had known it.

...

The next day, at 10 o'clock in the morning, Gu Qing picked up the garbage and carried a bucket of water to the football field and placed it in front of the composition class that was resting.

"If you want to drink water later, remember to queue up. Ladies are preferred. Don't throw away disposable cups after drinking them. Throw them into the garbage bag next to them. Don't increase the work burden on your brothers."

"Thank you, Brother Gu, Brother Gu is a good person."

"Tsk tsk, I help you get food and bring water. Although Brother Gu is not the squad leader, he treats us better than the squad leader."

"Yes, if we came a few days earlier, we would have chosen Brother Gu as the squad leader."

"Don't worry, the teacher said that the class monitor is currently temporary. The probation period is half a month, and will be re-selected in half a month."

Zhang Lingjun is the class monitor, and his daily work is to call for evening self-study, military training, and report to teachers who miss classes. Such work is of course not popular.

Gu Qing is different, and everyone is naturally happy to deliver water and food.

At noon, the composition team came to the cafeteria, and Gu Qing had occupied seven or eight dining tables in the corner, filled with plates of meals.

The other classes felt so sad when they saw it, their eyes were full of envy, but they had no choice but to stand honestly and line up.

Seeing Gu Qing doing such a big battle, Jia Chun gave a thumbs up, "Boss Gu is awesome."

This is the first time he has met thirty-nine meals at a time.

What I admire even more is that no one of these students gave him money yesterday, which means that dozens of meals and hundreds of dollars were all saved by his meal card.

"Ban, Brother Gu, this is the money for the meal, thank you."

"Brother Gu, I don't have any money on me, I'll give it to you."

"It's okay, just remember."

Some students took the initiative to pay, and others also gave Gu Qing a meal. He didn't care whether there were any money or not.

"This is mine, thank you." Zhang Lingjun gave the money to Gu Qing, and her heart was mixed. She felt that Gu Qing was more popular than her now and spoke better than her.

Jia Chun sat next to Zhang Lingjun and smiled and said, "Oh, isn't this the squad leader? You will also ask for help?"

Ignoring this fat man, Zhang Lingjun lowered his head to have a meal.

"Welcome to the Voice of China. I am the host Xu Jing. This program is made by..."

A display screen was hung on the canteen wall. After a song of incense came, the Magic City TV station and the first China Voice Competition began to be played.

For this program that was popular before it was broadcast and was very popular, there were still many people following it. Many people stared at the display while eating.
Chapter completed!