Dong Zhennan has always regarded herself as a handsome guy and disdained such things for girls, but Ling Xiaoxiao still pressed it on the chair and wiped it carefully.

"As a handsome guy, you have the obligation to be responsible to our female compatriots. If you say that if you are drying like charcoal, we will feel disgusted after seeing it, what should we do?"

With such sophistry words, Dong Zhennan was speechless and could only sit there silently and let her do whatever she wanted.

At 1:10, four people locked the dormitory door.

At this time, all the shade of trees on the playground was full of people, but after careful identification, it was still possible to see that they were all based on the class. The students from each class stood together. Ling Xiaoxiao and Dong Zhennan found the seat of Class 9 and walked over.

The temporary sports committee is a boy who is not tall. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at him with a little doubt on Liu Yanqing's eyes. It's okay if this boy is not tall, but he looks not strong. Is it really suitable for such a person to be a sports committee?

If the young boy who was criticized by Ling Xiaoxiao knew that Ling Xiaoxiao thought of him so, he would definitely complain that he was wronged. How did he know how Liu Yanqing chose the class committee? He has been weak and sick since he was a child. Although he has improved a lot in recent years, his physical condition will still be worse than most boys in his class. He doesn't know what Liu Yanqing is thinking.

At 1:25, the whole group gathered, and the boys and girls stood in the same row according to their height.

Although Ling Xiaoxiao and Dong Zhennan have a certain height gap, they are taller among the girls, so the two can still stand together. Dong Zhennan's height is an anomaly among the girls. After all, they are still 15 years old and are still raising children. Many girls are just over 16o and are moving towards 165. Her height is almost 18o, which is too oppressive.

There are not many girls in Class 9. To be precise, there are not many girls in any class. Among the 48 students in Class 9, there are only 17 girls. The number of people in two teams is too small, so the instructor asked them to be taller and the boys to be at the end of the team.

The instructor who gave their freshmen military training was transferred from the provincial border defense military region. The instructor of Class 9 was named Wang. He had a medium figure and a healthy wheat color on his face. Dong Zhennan secretly poked Ling Xiaoxiao and whispered: "I like this skin color. Don't apply sunscreen to me next time."

Ling Xiaoxiao gave her a blank look. Is it different from your gender? Why are you a tomboy doing something?

Instructor Wang gave a brief introduction and officially started military training. The other classes were almost the same progress. They would not carry out too difficult projects on the first day, nothing more than walking queues and standing military postures.

This wheat-skinned Instructor Wang is obviously a tough guy. Other classes were pulled by the instructors to stand in a military position. Only their class was still basking in the sun on the playground, standing for half an hour, half an hour...

The few female classmates who were relatively delicate had not lasted for the first and a half hours and fell down one by one. As soon as they fell down, they were very busy with Ling Xiaoxiao and Dong Zhennan. They were tall and long legs, and each of them helped the fallen girl back and forth to send the fallen girl to the infirmary.

It was five o'clock. The military training that day ended, and the two of them rubbed their sore arms and realized that they had done a logistics for the afternoon...

Nie Wan and Yao Manni are in Class 8. Their instructors are very kind. The amount of training in one afternoon is not as high as that in Class 9. They often walk for a while, rest on the spot, stand for a while, rest on the spot, and remain under the shade of the tree when they are resting. By the end, the faces of the classmates in Class 9 and Class 8 are obviously not the same color number.

"You instructors are so cruel. I saw you and Brother Zhen go back and forth to the infirmary in one afternoon." Nie Wan pulled Ling Xiaoxiao's arm and carefully massaged her. After rubbing for a while, she suddenly thought of something, and she was smiling alone and leaning back and forth.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at her a little confusedly, then looked at Yao Manni. The girl obviously thought of something, she was so happy that she was just not as exaggerated as Nie Wan.

After finally waiting for Nie Wan to finish laughing, she said in a trembling voice: "Do you know? The girls in our class praised you and Brother Zhen as a good couple with tacit understanding and deep feelings. They always let the other party understand what it means with just one look."

Ling Xiaoxiao's black line, she was CPed on the first day of school... Dong Zhennan was stunned for a long time before she understood what Nie Wan was saying, and pointed at Yao Manni: "I don't like the side dishes of clear porridge, Manni is my dish."

Ling Xiaoxiao was furious and held a broom and chased Dong Zhennan all over the dormitory...

The No. 8 Middle School still has strict management of accommodation students. Day students can go home after military training and do not have to go to school to study at night, but accommodation students cannot. They must sit in the classroom at 6:30 pm for three evening self-study classes, and there will be special people coming to count the number of people.

Class 9 has a lot of accommodation students, accounting for almost half of the class. However, most of the accommodation students are boys, with only 6 girls, and the other 4 girls live in one room, right next to Ling Xiaoxiao and the others.

The class has not yet been officially started, and everyone is holding the newly-distanced textbooks in their hands to preview. Everyone who can get into the No. 8 Middle School has the ability to preview and learn independently. This is the most worry-free thing for teachers at No. 8 Middle School.

However, after a long vacation and the first day of school, I was trained hard by the wheat-skinned instructor for another afternoon. When I was sitting in the classroom, many people were a little depressed.

Ling Xiaoxiao was listening to her English cassette with headphones, holding a three-dimensional geometric reference book in her hand, and was slowly doing the questions. If she could still have some memory in the junior high school course, then the high school one was almost zero. She couldn't figure out how she got into that third-rate university back then.

If the junior high school courses were only physics that gave her a headache, then when she went to high school, three-dimensional geometry and plane geometry were also her life and death disasters. After reading a few chapters, she was already confused. She couldn't imagine what kind of way she would die after studying this school year...

There is no teacher in the evening self-study school. Dong Zhennan is handsomely holding the book, sword, and her unfinished book, and continues to flip through it. She looks at the reference questions in Ling Xiaoxiao's hand, looks at her entangled appearance, and smiles.

"I said you are really serious. School has just started, so you are reading books and doing questions so seriously."

"Didn't Xiao Wan'er say that if she is biased in the No. 8 Middle School, she will die miserably? I am not only biased in the subject, but also two subjects. Which way of death I choose will be more decent?" Ling Xiaoxiao raised her head depressedly and looked at Dong Zhennan.
Chapter completed!