The colonel obviously didn't think highly of him and ignored him. He even said to me:
"I know you have a good relationship with Chief Engineer Cheng. In fact, I am Chief Engineer Cheng's apprentice."
Holy shit! If that's the case, he and I are still on the same level.
"Then I have to call you Senior Brother! Because I am also Grandma Cheng's disciple."
"Haha..." The colonel pulled a chair and sat next to me:
"Sure, sure! I'd be honored to be your senior brother!"
Number 8 was still standing there stupidly, looking extremely awkward.
"I just don't believe it." Number 8 took the computer and started looking at it.
What that means is that he won't give up until he figures out everything.
I looked at the colonel, who shrugged, obviously not caring.
"Brother! I'm in a lot of trouble right now. You come here to try to get close to me. Aren't you afraid of getting implicated?"
The colonel not only didn't mind, he even pulled his chair closer:
"Tell me what's going on."
I don't think there's anything I can't say. I'm just being flattered by the Mel Group. They seem to be treating me well, but in fact they are trying to sow discord between us.
After listening to this, the colonel sighed deeply: "Don't say that! What they did really made some people nervous.
Junior Brother! I don't need you to look at the program anymore. Let's talk about it when you're okay. My name is Ding Delu! Now that this is over, I'll treat you to a drink."
Ding Delu stood up after he finished speaking and poked number eight with his finger:
"Hey! Do you understand?"
Number 8 blushed: "This..."
"Okay! Stop this and that. I guess you won't understand. You still need to practice."
Ding Delu took the computer, put it between his legs and walked away, muttering something to himself, and the people around him burst into laughter.
Number 8's face turned even redder: "What are you laughing at? Number 17 might not be able to do it either."
That's all he has.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him and went back to the dormitory after dinner.
Don’t say! Those under control can live in single rooms, while others live in rooms of two or three people.
I'm just bored to death without a computer.
"Brother!" It turned out to be Yuan Bao. This guy brought a cardboard box and a pile of chalk.
White and black stained with pen ink.
"Come on! I made a game of checkers, let's play."
I really admire him for thinking of using this thing to make checkers.
But now he came to me and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being implicated by me?"
"Who are you trying to scare? You're collaborating with foreign countries. At most, you'll just hand over your black card. You don't have those people helping you. So what? Can you still be convicted of treason?
Are those who cooperate with foreign companies traitors?
Don’t mention it, Yuan Bao sees it very clearly. Isn’t that the case?
"Okay! Two rounds!"
I find that we have no perseverance and get bored of playing anything after a few tries.
We played checkers, military flags, and tiger eats children.
Soon nothing seemed interesting.
Finally, we lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling:
"Brother! Do you know why we are tired of all these tricks?"
Why does this sound so awkward to me?
"Why?"
"Because we got to know each other so quickly, and by the time we were able to guess each other's thoughts, what was the point?"
Yes! Because in these games, the result is almost always a draw.
The non-commissioned officer watching me couldn't bear it any longer. It seemed that the paradise they thought of, the most intimate military camp, had become a boring cage in our eyes.
"I said, don't you guys play some table tennis, basketball, or volleyball? That would be good for some exercise, right?"
Yuan Bao and I looked at each other: "Can you?"
Yuan Bao: "It's okay to just hit randomly."
Well! It seems this is a common problem for those of us with good brains: we lack motor skills.
"A fight has broken out!" There was a sudden commotion outside. Yuan Bao perked up when he heard it: "Let's go! Let's go watch the fun."
I wasn't really interested in watching the fun, but I was so bored that I had no choice but to run out with Yuan Bao.
Who started the fight? Number 8 and Number 6.
Right in the training room, number six, who looked like a nerd, was being beaten on the cushion by number eight!
But even though he couldn't win, Number Six kept talking:
"Your mother, you are a bully. What's wrong with me talking to Number Three?"
Holy shit! I'm so impressed. You can curse people so politely!
"I'm bullying you. Do you think you can flirt with number three? Look at yourself."
I glanced at number three. This girl didn't feel embarrassed at all and was even cracking melon seeds, looking happy and cheerful.
Damn it! I've been irritated with Number Eight for a long time. I rushed out, grabbed Number Eight, and threw him over my shoulder.
Yuan Bao's eyes lit up: "Oh my god! My brother is awesome!"
Others also became interested and cheered for me.
Although the cushion was soft, No. 8 still fell quite hard.
He climbed up with a grin: "Great! It's you again, you little spy, and you're so arrogant."
Number Eight rushed forward after saying this.
He is also a martial artist, and his punches are very fast.
I was hit hard a few times and the corners of my mouth were bleeding.
But he succeeded in grabbing his wrist again, and with a twist of his belt, he pressed down on No. 8's waist. With a knee strike, No. 8 screamed "Ah" and vomited acid.
I was about to put him in a stranglehold! But a bunch of police rushed over and pulled me away.
"Fuck you!" Number 8 turned around and kicked me in the stomach.
That wasn’t all, he took advantage of the fact that I was being pulled and unable to move and punched me in the face.
"Let go of me, damn it!" Could it be more obvious that I'm taking sides by just pulling me instead of him?
I struggled, but was held tightly by two patrolmen.
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