Han Yu

Chapter 25 Outbreak

It was time for dinner in the evening, Han Fang originally buttoned up his sleeves to get food, but this time he glanced over, put down his sleeves, turned his head and left.

Stir-fried dried tofu with celery + fried spinach with onion = don’t eat it for dinner today.

At this time, the freshmen have already prepared the dishes quickly and sat down to eat. They are so hungry after being tired all day. No one cares about the quality of the food. Even steamed buns and porridge can be swallowed. Only Han Fang wants to go out here. , Zhou Fu watched him come out and asked, "Why don't you go in and eat, and you have to continue training later."

"understood."

As simple as that, Han Fang already put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked to the playground.

Han Fang's will is reflected in whether he is willing or not. If he is willing to bow his head, let alone celery, garlic will also give you face.

Zhou Fu was smoking a cigarette, and when he saw him like that, he frowned and started to worry about Han Fang, put out the cigarette and walked to Han Fang, "Why don't you eat?"

Han Fang paused and squinted at him, "There is no agreement."

"...So don't eat?"

Han Fang hummed, thinking that Zhou Fu was a bit long-winded, his brows and eyes instantly became impatient, Zhou Fu felt helpless seeing him like that, he had seen Han Fang's self-willedness these days.

He finally knew why Han Fang looked so thin, it was all a choice, he would eat more if he liked it, and just move his chopsticks a few times if he didn't like it.The military academy doesn't allow food to be wasted, and you have to eat it clean after being beaten, so Han Fang simply didn't eat it, preferring to be hungry.

Zhou Fu sighed, and when he wanted to say something, Han Fang turned around and left.

It was getting late, and the thin young man's brows were careless, as if he was walking slowly. His clear eyes reminded Zhou Fu of the river in his hometown. It was so clear and pure that one could see through it at a glance. Zhou Fu was inexplicable I feel that Han Fang's eyes are like stars, shining brightly, looking into the bottom of a person's heart at a glance, as if he can see the secret depths of your heart.

He just watched Han Fang's back quietly until he walked away.

It was another training session at night. After Han Fang went back and took a refreshing bath, he tossed and turned in bed and couldn’t fall asleep. He got up and looked through the suitcase, found a chocolate lying alone in it, and peeled off the wrapping paper After chewing a few mouthfuls, the sweet and greasy taste spread in his mouth, it was too sweet and too greasy, Han Fang frowned and threw it into the trash can, then went to the toilet to brush his teeth.

Han Fang's stomach problems were caused by being frivolous when he was young. When he got tired of playing, he was not as crazy as before, so the attack time was also less, until he trained on an empty stomach in the morning and didn't eat last night, his abdomen was a little faint The pain caused Han Fang's beautiful eyebrows to wrinkle in displeasure, and his mind became distracted.

Zhou Fu's family members called. At that time, he was letting the recruits practice their standing posture under the morning sun. He noticed that Han Fang was frowning slightly, and before he thought about it, the phone rang.As soon as Zhou Fu looked at the caller ID, he knew that it would be difficult to fool him in a short time, so he temporarily asked the instructors of other groups to take care of his side, and then strode to a place outside the playground where no one was there to answer the phone.

Han Fang didn't notice Zhou Fu's departure at all at this time. He felt his stomach twitching more and more violently, causing him to break out in a lot of cold sweat. He thought about asking for leave to go to the infirmary to get some medicine, but he didn't have time to open his legs. He took a false step because his mind was slack, and the instructor caught him. He was holding the belt in his hand, and regardless of Sanqi 21, he had already pulled it down reflexively.

Each instructor trains soldiers in a different way, and some of them like to use other things instead, either a broken branch or a belt, which is much more painful than kicking directly.

Han Fang was twitching with stomach pain, and suddenly a belt twitched to his leg, causing him to fall to the ground unexpectedly. Cold sweat dripped to the ground along his forehead, and his eyes were so lax for a moment, feeling a little dazed. The pain also stopped for a while, and then the instructor's voice came to his ears: "Why are the recruits under Zhou Fu still so lazy and slippery, it seems that no matter how well they..."

A fist hit his abdomen sharply, and then the person in front of him greeted him like crazy, his eyes were fierce, and such fierce eyes made people tremble, the instructor was shocked by this sudden Unprepared for the blow, Han arched his waist in pain and unconsciously dodged back. Han put down his kick but also kicked him ruthlessly, kicking the person a certain distance and then relentlessly rushed forward.

Han Fang's muscles tensed and he clenched his teeth. His stomach was already twitching with some stomachache, and he couldn't exert any strength. However, the pain and twitching became more and more obvious when he was in such a violent state, but Han Fang didn't care. It was the first time in his life that he was beaten to the ground in such an embarrassing posture, and he still suffered such a hard blow for no reason. At this time, Shinobu is a fool, and it doesn't matter if his stomach hurts or not. Go back and talk about it.

Han Fang has always been intolerant of pain, and whoever makes him hurt will make him feel more uncomfortable than him.

He squinted, and there was a frightening ruthlessness in his eyes. His body was tense and ready to go, like a wild beast that had locked its prey and started to fight. Do you think he is easy to bully?

Han Fang pulled out a sinister sneer, and at this time the instructor had already reacted and kicked Han Fang off his body and punched him in the face.

It seemed to be bleeding, dripping on the collar of the camouflage uniform, penetrating down to form a dark mark.

Han Fang seemed to be fearless of the wave after wave of pain. The fists and feet that landed on him seemed like raindrops. He didn't dodge but went forward, using all his strength to fight back without sparing any effort. .

How could there be no pain, especially the stomach twitching again and again, every time it made Han feel relieved, and also made him face the person in front of him more fiercely and fiercely, the pain inspired Han Fang to fight back more violently, because he To make this person in front of him more painful and uncomfortable than him, he can't show weakness or bow his head, because he hasn't achieved his goal yet.

At this time, there was already a circle of people around, and other instructors rushed over here one after another. They yelled at people to stop them, but——

The boy's eyes were red, his posture was fierce and ruthless, and even the instructor who was much stronger than him was a little bit overwhelmed. up to itself.

He didn't care about it at all, he didn't care about his bruised and bruised body, and he desperately wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy.

It makes people tremble at this crazy cruelty.

The instructor is not a vegetarian, but when a person doesn't care about the pain you give him and tries his best to kill you, there is nothing he can do at this time.

Zhou Fu was still talking on the phone.

"...When will you come back, the family is counting on you."

"I don't think so."

The other end of the phone sneered, "If you don't come back this year, how can you explain to your grandpa?"

Seeing that Zhou Fu didn't reply, his voice suddenly rose, "Do you really want to nest here for a lifetime?"

Someone called Zhou Fu from afar.

"——Major, your soldiers are fighting with Old He."

The other end of the phone snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Zhou Fu didn't pay attention to the hung up phone, but Han Fang's figure flashed in his mind, and then hurried over.

At this time, other instructors had rushed over to stop Han Fang, but they couldn't stop Han Fang's violent posture, and they didn't know how serious Han Fang's mouth was injured. Surprised, they didn't know that Han Fang's eyes were black, and he kept biting his mouth until his blood was bloody.

The sun is a little harsh today.

Han Fang thought inexplicably, and his vision was blurred by cold sweat.

In fact, he had no strength left, and he was just holding on with a wave of disobedience.

When Zhou Fu came over, he saw the young man's stubborn brows, cold eyes, and blood seeping from his mouth, which made the color of the camouflage uniform darker. It was obviously a violent posture like a dangerous beast trying to make him People keep them at a respectful distance, but Zhou Fu inexplicably felt a bit of grievance in this, just like a child who lost his temper, he was wronged but stubborn so that no one would find out, and he used his own way to retaliate.

He lowered his eyes, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, and embraced the fiercely struggling trapped beast in his arms. He was still struggling, but Zhou Fu held him very tightly, making him unable to move gradually. He had already lost his strength, but he was still putting on airs to keep people from approaching.Han Fang's eyes were already red, and he bit down on his arm fiercely, as if he was about to bite off a piece of meat.

The stomach hurt more and more, so that the original pain on his body also faded away, only waves of pain still stimulated his nerves, and the bite in his mouth became heavier and heavier, and his violent struggle began. Slowly loosened, panting heavily, what he smelled in his breath was the faint scent of tobacco on Zhou Fu's body and the slightly warm aroma of the ocean when the quilt was drying in the sun, he trembled, and finally gasped Letting go of his teeth, Zhou Fu didn't even frown, didn't even look at the bloody arm, just looked at the blood at the corner of Han Fang's mouth and the scars on his face from rolling on the ground, softly I asked, "Does it still hurt?"

At this time, Han Fang's beautiful eyebrows faded from his ferocity and dazed a bit, and he looked childish like a student again.

Then he passed out in this warm embrace full of sunshine-breath.