Chapter 323: Large-scale Protecting the Shortcomings Column Drama

Five minutes later, all the soldiers in the third company and the fourth platoon were squatting on the ground with bruised faces and noses.

Instructor Liu was tugging at his hat, wandering in front in great anger.

Lu Yuanqiu's face moved slightly and felt a little pain. He didn't know who punched him in the face in the melee.

"You can't march well in a team, and you can't even shout slogans shamelessly! Now you dare to start a group fight?!"

Finkel raised his head and said, "Instructor, as long as the officer with thick eyebrows and a serious look doesn't know about this, it's no big deal and you won't be punished."

...Is it the instructor standing at the entrance of the cafeteria who looks more serious than Mao Sheng? Lu Yuanqiu thought to himself.

Instructor Liu quickly squatted in front of Finkel and said with a fake smile: "You are quite experienced, huh?"

Finkel chuckled.

Instructor Liu then roared, "Look at the bruised and battered faces around you! Can you hide it?!"

Finkel suddenly shut up because he himself had a pair of panda eyes.

Liu Zixuan was obviously the most obviously injured person. He was half-squatting on the ground, his eyes twitching constantly, and his entire left cheek was swollen from being beaten by Lu Yuanqiu.

Instructor Liu whispered, "It doesn't matter to me whether I get punished or not. If you get punished, it will be a big deal. I will ask the higher-ups not to tell the school about this."

He stood up and roared again, "No one is allowed to eat lunch! Stay here until 1pm!"

About twenty minutes after the instructor left, people from other companies lined up in long queues and walked towards the cafeteria. Only dozens of people from the third company and the fourth row were still squatting on the ground.

There was a hissing sound from the back, but everyone was silent and didn't say anything.

Seeing that the instructor had not returned, Zhong Jincheng sat down on the ground. He took out a steamed bun from his pocket and started eating.

Lu Yuanqiu glanced over there, maintained a half-squatting position, and took out a steamed bun from his pocket and ate it.

Zheng Yifeng, Finkel, Zhang Yang, Liang Jingfeng, the Taoist priest, and the uncle each took out a steamed bun. This "preparing for a rainy day" scene made the others stunned.

Lu Yuanqiu broke the steamed bun in half and handed it to other boys in the clinical department. Seeing this, Finkel and others hurriedly did the same. After Zhong Jincheng took out the second steamed bun from his pocket, he took out the treasured steamed bun directly from his crotch and enthusiastically handed it to a boy in the same class.

"Don't don't!"

"Why are you being polite to your own brothers?"

"Don't don't!"

What they didn’t know was that this scene of distributing steamed buns happened to fall into the eyes of an instructor with “thick eyebrows”.

"Boss, this is the situation..." Instructor Liu said to the man with thick eyebrows. After he finished speaking, he looked at the scene over there and was suddenly stunned: "Why are they distributing steamed buns? Where did the steamed buns come from?!"

He was about to go over when Thick Eyebrows quickly pulled him back and said, "Forget it, let's go back first. Don't let them stay there for too long, or they'll get a heat stroke."

"Don't worry, I told them to squat until one o'clock."

……

Everyone in the clinical department got steamed buns, although the amount was not much.

The only sound left at the scene was the sound of the business administration staff swallowing their saliva. After training for a whole morning, many of them had their stomachs growling. The Taoist's cheekbones were red, and he couldn't help muttering, "I miscalculated. I didn't expect that I really wouldn't be able to have lunch this time."

Finkel complained: "I guessed it a long time ago."

Liu Zixuan looked at Lu Yuanqiu, and seeing that Lu Yuanqiu didn't say anything, he didn't say anything either, but just frowned.

After another ten minutes, everyone's eyes turned to one direction and saw a group of girls standing on the path far away, looking at this side. Lu Yuanqiu's eyes moved and he saw Bai Qingxia among them.

He frowned slightly, lowered his head with a complicated expression, and did not dare to meet her eyes.

Before coming here, we agreed to abide by the rules and work hard for the "Model Soldier Certificate", but in the end, we couldn't help but fight...

But Lu Yuanqiu did not regret it.

No matter how many times that moment happened again, that punch had to be thrown without hesitation.

……

Evening, cafeteria.

After the afternoon training, Lu Yuanqiu and others lined up in a long queue to enter the cafeteria and stood by the table.

Not long after, the girls also appeared at the door. Bai Qingxia was the first to walk in. She walked slowly towards her table, but her eyes were always on Lu Yuanqiu.

In one afternoon, she had already learned from other people who the two parties in the fight were, but she had to wait until now to see Lu Yuanqiu.

Looking at the blue corners of Lu Yuanqiu's eyes and mouth, Bai Qingxia withdrew her gaze with red eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at him carefully. She lowered her head and sniffed, and after a moment she couldn't help turning her head to look at Lu Yuanqiu, her eyes filled with heartache, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. Bai Qingxia hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them, and after standing in her position, she buried her head, grasping the edge of the table with both hands, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Lu Yuanqiu didn't dare to look at her.

Liu Wangchun silently put his hand on Bai Qingxia's shoulder. Long Liandong finally saw the look on Lu Yuanqiu's face. She frowned slightly and clenched her teeth under her cherry lips.

After the food was distributed and the instructors left the cafeteria, Bai Qingxia quickly raised her arm to wipe away her tears. She turned and walked towards the boys from the Business Administration Department. Her eyes were already locked on a target. The girl walked very fast, her steps very firm, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Lu Yuanqiu was stunned for a second or two before he reacted. He was almost frightened to death. He quickly turned around and rushed forward to hug Bai Qingxia.

"No, no, no, okay, okay, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm fine, it's nothing serious, just a superficial injury, his injury is much more serious than mine..."

Lu Yuanqiu put his arms around her arms from behind, picked her up and returned to her original place.

The madness of this girl at this moment was a bit like the one who rushed out with a broom back then. Lu Yuanqiu was a little scared when he saw it, but he also felt warm in his heart.

"Bastard!" Bai Qingxia struggled in Lu Yuanqiu's arms.

The people nearby stared at the scene in silence. Suddenly, a "bang" sound came from one direction.

Everyone was startled and looked in that direction at the same time. Lu Yuanqiu and Bai Qingxia also turned their heads at the same time.

Long Liandong was seen returning here with an iron plate in her hand with a cold expression. Behind her, Liu Zixuan was sitting in his seat in horror. His entire head was covered with steaming fried bean sprouts with vermicelli. At this moment, the bean sprouts and vermicelli were falling down bit by bit, but he just stared at Long Liandong's back, not daring to say a word.

After returning here, Long Liandong threw the iron plate onto the table. She turned her head to look at the wound on Lu Yuanqiu's face, frowned, and seemed to want to say something but stopped. Finally, she turned her head away with a complicated expression, still without saying a word, and just stood quietly in her seat.

(End of this chapter)

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