Han Yu

Chapter 23 Disguise

Han Fang has never been a person who comes and settles down.

"...It just so happens that your grandfather's family is also a soldier, so it won't be a good way to go there in the future."

In fact, the most fundamental reason is that the military academy is currently the only one that can suppress Han Fang.

As Han Fang's father, how could he not know how difficult this little bastard is, and he felt relieved to let Han Fang into the military academy without any burden. It's his business.

Han Fang stared at the phone that was hung up. In fact, Father Han still underestimated his son's fighting and destructive power, making him regret it.

But now Han Fang threw the phone back coldly, his face was childish and pale, his eyes were cold and stern, his lips were pursed silently, his bangs were finely pasted on his forehead, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were dark and thick, trembling slightly and lonely .

Zhou Fu was doing ideological work for him, but what Han Fang was thinking had nothing to do with what Zhou Fu was talking about. He was used to being wild, but he didn't know how to read the situation. Look at the previous posture, if he still wanted to run away, he would be tied up. A few days are indispensable.

Han Fang is not afraid of tossing, after all he has always been tossing people, the problem is that he will run out in the eyes of the whole school while being tossed and tossed back, which seems impossible.

So the corners of his lips were slightly curved, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he leaned on the pillow and had already figured out a plan and a plan in his heart, but Zhou Fu couldn't see his slightly cold smile because of his lowered eyebrows. Han Fang remained motionless.

He has already put on a white shirt underneath, his slender neck is as white as jade, and it seems to be overflowing with a faint light, which makes people want to move forward and imprint a mark, but the cold line of the jaw clearly shows that he is not easy to provoke Master, at this moment Han Fang's face is slightly lowered in the shadow, Zhou Fu can only see his soft black hair against his fair face, making him look a little paler.

"it is good."

Zhou Fu was staring at the man intently, and suddenly heard him respond, he was a little dazed and couldn't react, probably because he couldn't believe it.

At least he thought that Han Fang would still be dying.

Zhou Fu looked at Han Fang's side face, got up and said, "Then you have a good rest, and start training in two days."

As soon as he went out, Zhou Fu held his heart and wondered why it was beating non-stop all of a sudden.

Although Han Fang's background is false, it is good and true, and it was a little false on the first day.

He has already moved back to his dormitory. When Zhou Fu was sleeping on his own bed, he sniffed the quilt by accident. There was a faint fragrance that reminded him of Han Fang's occasional indifference, compared to that indifference. Zhou Fu prefers to see Han Fang's rebelliousness and recklessness, that kind of youthful youthful appearance always reminds Zhou Fu that when he was at Han Fang's age, he was exactly the same as Han Fang.

When Han Fang went back to the dormitory, the comparison showed that no one dared to talk to him, and they all kept silent to themselves.He's used to the stars, he doesn't take the initiative to bow his head to talk to people, and he doesn't care if he is ignored, and Han Fang's work and rest schedules are completely different from theirs.

When they woke up, brushed their teeth and made the quilt, Han Fang was still sleeping.When they finished training and had breakfast, Han Fang got up unhurriedly. After they finished eating and then went to the playground for training, Han Fang passed them to the cafeteria.

The starkness of the contrast is enviable.

Today the cafeteria made fried tofu with celery. Han Fang didn't notice until he took the plate, and immediately frowned. At this time, everyone around him had almost finished eating, so they got up and poured out the dishes to line up. Fu was going to leave, but seeing Han Fang's footsteps moved back, Han Fang's life schedule had completely staggered the time when the two of them met.

Zhou Fu wondered if he was feeling better, and unconsciously walked towards him, and saw Han Fang walking towards the bucket with the untouched plates, and hurried forward Take a few steps to grab his hand that is about to pour the vegetables.

Han Fang's wrist was slender and pale, and when his fingertips touched it, there was a slight chill. It seemed that he could easily break the hand of a very frail girl.

His wrist was suddenly grasped, and he looked inexplicably and surprised at the bold one, with a bit of impatience in his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Fu frowned slightly, "Why did you throw away the vegetables?"

Han Fang raised his chin, "Is this something to be taken care of?"

Zhou Fu signaled Han Fang to stare at the slogan in the cafeteria with wide eyes, cherish the food, and start from himself.

Han Fang sneered, pushed the plate to Zhou Fu, turned around and left, "Treasure as much as you want."

Zhou Fu became annoyed by this, "I think you have had enough rest, don't wait for tomorrow, and start training later."

Han Fang didn't even look at him, he still hated the smell of celery in his heart, so he walked straight away with an oh.

At this time, Zhou Fu's team had already lined up and waited for Zhou Fu. When Zhou Fu came out, his face was normal, but his eyes were very gloomy, and he shot a cold glance, "No legs? Won't you go to the playground by yourself? You have to wait." I will lead you there."

Zhou Fu is tall and straight, handsome, and sharp-cut. He can always make people shiver when his face is cold, especially his sneer can always make people shiver in summer.

"..." Didn't you say that you must obey orders, and you can't walk around without the instructor's orders.

Even though they thought so, no one dared to reveal the face of Next Zhou Fu.

Han Fang is wearing his own clothes, which is particularly conspicuous in a group of camouflage uniforms, especially when everyone else is in a team and only he is alone, with his hands in his pockets and a casual expression, like walking The ground is completely incomparable with the sweaty and flushed recruits training in the sun.

Did this come to the military academy for training or came here to play.

I believe that almost everyone who sees this picture will subconsciously doubt it.

Zhou Fu called out behind him: "Han Fang."

Han Fang paused, turned half of his body with an expression of impatience, because the summer sun was very poisonous, he was stabbed half-closed and looked at Zhou Fu.

"Go back and change your clothes, come to the playground for training."

Han Fang's childish face was indifferent, and Zhou Fu didn't respond, and moved his feet towards the dormitory.

The recruits looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering if this kid needs to be cleaned up.

They didn't know until later that Han Fang was so flustered.

Zhou Fu met a lot of people who didn't take him seriously, and after he was tossed hard, this phenomenon has been reduced to almost zero, but today history is repeating itself.

Han Fang was wearing a camouflage uniform and a military cap. The clothes, which were obviously very slim, made him look a bit ruffian and uninhibited. The shadow of the hat covered his impatient eyebrows, which was a bit less. Han Fang is purely beautiful and exquisite like a painting for people to appreciate. Just looking at his side face is already a kind of enjoyment, but his slightly immature face becomes more tender when viewed from the side.

"Half an hour to change clothes?"

Han Fang looked at him and said nothing.

Zhou Fu remained expressionless, "Go, run ten laps."

He was ready to be counterattacked by Han Fang, but he turned around and ran away after just one glance at him. Can't get used to it.

In the hot summer, people broke down, and beads of sweat slid off his forehead one after another. Han Fang would wipe it off at first, but after a few minutes, the sweat started to flow again, so he simply let it go.

The sun dazzled his eyes, and he looked down at the road under his feet. It seemed endlessly long, and occasionally he would feel dizzy while breathing. Han Fang blinked, and the sweat around his eyes blurred his vision. Beads of sweat fell to the ground.

Han Fang thought he was burning his life, didn't he say that life lies in movement.

Besides, if you don't put on a show now, how can you run away?As the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way, and Han Fang couldn't believe that he could really be trapped by this small military academy.Anyway, there was no time limit to finish the run, so Han Fang leisurely ran at his own speed.

In the huge playground, only Han Fang was running around. The rest of the recruits were practicing standing and walking. Occasionally, some of them could not stand well or their movements were not standard. Special treatment or flattery due to status.

These only exist among this group of students, whoever has one of the best family backgrounds in the capital will be friends with you more or less now for the sake of the future, such as Han Fang, there will be many people who will post it automatically after staying in it for a long time .

And Han Fang mingled with them purely for fun. If he got bored, he would naturally kick them out, so at a young age, offending people in the capital is no longer something that can be counted with one hand. up.

The instructor's scolding came mixed with the wind, and Han Fang watched the instructor standing beside him unhurriedly picking stabs. He curled his lips, thinking that he would definitely fight whoever dared to kick him like that.

Then when he thought about it, he unconsciously thought of Zhou Fu, and he saw that he was training recruits with his back turned.

Zhou Fu is handsome and masculine, with sharp outlines. From the side of his face, he can see a sense of integrity. His eyes are firm and his face is cold and serious. He looks at the group of recruits. His straight body and the military boots on his feet make people look a bit My heart was cold, and I was afraid that he would just walk over and kick him.

Han Fang stared at his back and thought, his buttocks are quite raised.