Wang Wenzhe enjoys this long-lost fireworks.

After most of the day of military training in the sun, I sat at the open-air dining table and ate the Sichuan-style stir-fry made by the master of the Sichuan-style restaurant. I waited for a cool evening breeze in the evening and drank a glass of cold beer that was so cool that it tasted so comfortable.

Especially the one who treats the guests is a solo.

In terms of family conditions, Wang Wenzhe and He are actually similar to He Solo.

Mainly, He Soo-chan has two sisters. In the era when family planning is most strictly implemented, this also means that ordinary families with more children are either in remote rural areas or have to make a living by themselves.

In this regard, the He family is lucky. In order to have a boy, they were forced to give up their status as an employee and opened a breakfast shop, which brought all three children together.

Of course, this is what Wang Wenchao only learned about when everyone was working after a drink party and complained about pressure from each other. According to the normal law of cause and effect, he shouldn't have known at this time.

So for He Solo, today's meal has been considered a heavy bleed. After all, it only costs 400 yuan a month to spend. It costs at least 70 yuan to invite Wang Wenchao to have this meal today.

For a poor student, this is already a considerable expense, which shows that He solo is still very sincere.

The main reason is that Wang Wenzhe's series of sexy operations gave people too strong psychological suggestion, which directly cast a shadow on his future college career, which was so disgusting.

He Solo has not found Wang Wenzhe privately to ask clearly, but every time Wang Wenzhe cares about this matter, he only made up his mind to invite Wang Wenzhe to a meal today.

Of course, this meal must not be in vain.

When the two bottles of beer were eaten, He Soo-chan asked, "Brother Zhe, to be honest, have you seen that there is something wrong with my fate?"

"Hmm? Where is there?" Wang Wenzhe said ambiguously.

"How could it not be? If nothing really happened, why did your turn to talk about me that day and I was so vague?" He Dusing asked, staring at Wang Wenzhe's clear eyes.

The feeling of ups and downs in my heart is really annoying.

It is no exaggeration to say that every time he sees Wang Wenzhe's eagerness to speak but stops, He Soo-sings will strangle this guy to death.

"Is this? Is it that obvious?" Wang Wenzhe asked innocently.

"Why……"

He Duchang sighed, and then said with a heart-to-heart: "Brother Zhe, really, after getting along these days, I think you are such a good brother. I think you should also feel that I am not that kind of petty person either."

"I am a person with a good psychological quality. If there is anything, I can accept it. Is it possible that something might happen to me during my college years and I can't graduate successfully?"

He Soo-song directly asked the most worried question.

Hearing this, Wang Wenzhe smiled, glanced at He Solo, and said, "Brother, the situation is small. Can a mere second-tier school diploma be considered a matter in my eyes?"

The indifferent tone, coupled with Yun Danfengqing's expression and contemptuous eyes, directly made the credibility of these words rise sharply.

Yes, many people believe in this. Wang Wenzhe, who has nearly 20 years of experience in investigating journalists, is very clear about this.

"It's nothing?"

He Solo murmured and repeated, his expression getting darker, "Brother Zhe, how can we not keep it from being stuck? What is the situation?"

"Brother, tell you the truth. In my eyes, there is nothing big about life or death in this life. I don't want to say it, but you must ask, and I will tell you, don't take it to your heart."

"In my opinion, your fate does seem to be a bit problematic. You may encounter great difficulties in college. But one thing is to say, it still requires some skill to see the fate. I am still weak, and it may not be necessary to read it wrong." Wang Wenzhe said sincerely.

He Soo Sing was confused.

Wang Wenzhe followed and said, "Don't be anxious. If a person really has a big event before it comes, there will be signs. If he had discovered it early, it would not be impossible to die in Chengxiang."

"Sad Cheng Xiang died?" He Sooyan was completely confused.

...

The most important purpose of military training on campus is probably to cultivate new students' sense of discipline, and it is far from being able to remove all the energy of a group of young teenagers every day.

The most common thing I do is to walk in queues and steer. Five kilometers a day does not exist.

The most cruel thing is probably queuing in a place without sunshade and marching.

However, most of the instructors who came to take charge of military training were still very sympathetic to these college students. As long as everyone was not too overdoing it, they would not throw everyone into the square for the toxic sun baptism when it was the hottest afternoon.

So although it is very tiring during the day, as long as the military training is completed, after taking a shower and taking a rest, a group of young people who have just grown up will be resurrected immediately.

So after giving the students a week of adaptation period, everyone ushered in late training for military training.

Today is the first day of late practice, and it is said to be late practice. After consolidating the daytime queue, I entered the popular song-playing session.

Freshmen from each department sat cross-legged in a circle in class, and various red songs resounded throughout the campus.

For the old student, this is not a big deal, after all, everyone comes here like this.

After three days of late practice, their instructors finally changed their tricks that day.

"Today's training task is a party without bonfires and equipment. The time is two hours. Everyone can show their talents in a limited manner, sing a song, memorize a poem, or organize everyone to have a game. Now, who will come up and perform one first?"

The male instructor stood in the middle of a group of people and said loudly.

Well, it's another talent party.

It only feels novel to other freshmen.

But Wang Wenzhe was very clear in his heart that everything was a routine that had been arranged long ago.

Any activity actually has a deep meaning behind it.

For example, the purpose of military training itself is to enhance discipline and compliance among college students.

The instructors responsible for military training actually have another task, which is to give a basic evaluation of each freshman in the class.

It can be said that the reviews given by class cadres and student union members are of great reference.

After all, everyone gathers from all over the world, and all the schools can check is the candidate's scores and a file. These materials are difficult to make each freshman's image three-dimensional.

Therefore, the entire military training process is also a process of enhancing understanding between everyone.

The so-called party is actually to give everyone a chance to show themselves. In fact, the instructor doesn’t care about what talents everyone has, so he did not notify in advance, nor did he ask everyone to prepare musical instruments or something.

What the instructor wants to see is actually the character, attitude, and the organizational and mobilization ability of some of the new students.

Of course, these were originally known to Wang Wenzhe only in his sophomore year.

But even though he knew the instructors' purpose, he was still not interested in the party itself.

After all, he has no interest in whether he is a class leader or a student union.
Chapter completed!