Bro, Don't Study Anymore - Chapter 1

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“Some people, I just don’t want to say anything to you…” The instructor crossed his arms, standing between the two classes, staring at them.

“Class X XX invited a senior to the second canteen for dinner. Luckily, they didn’t see our class. So embarrassing.”

The instructor from the neighboring class came over, carrying two bottles of water. He handed one to our instructor, then placed one hand on his shoulder, “Our class too, if I see you on short videos, it’s 500 push-ups!”

Little Tang was standing in the last row. The guy next to him from the other class was holding back his laughter until his face twitched, but eventually, he burst out laughing. He was pulled up by the neighboring class instructor to do ten push-ups.

Little Tang didn’t dare to move at all, quietly pinching himself with his thumbnail, slightly raising his head to stare at the sky.

——Today is the sixth bird that’s flown by.

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[Communication Class 021, Little Tang sincerely invites Senior Song to dinner at the second canteen tonight at six.]

Little Tang had just finished the afternoon military training activity and sent a message to Senior Song.

Senior Song replied instantly——

[?]

[So, what does junior want to eat?]

Little Tang took off his hat to fan himself and was looking down at the message when his roommate bumped into him.

“Whoa, the instructor!”

Little Tang immediately put his hat back on his head, and his roommate quickly zipped up his open military training uniform.

“Man, that was close. Almost got a hundred push-ups.” The roommate watched the instructor walk away, then unzipped his uniform again, still a bit shaken.

Little Tang kept a straight face and stood up straight, lowering his voice: “Look at you! If you don’t wear it properly, it’s a hundred push-ups!”

The roommate laughed and gave him a playful shove: “Your hat is a mess.” His voice rising and falling dramatically in the latter half.

“A mess~” Little Tang mimicked his tone.

The roommate was about to chase after him and give him a playful punch when he saw Senior Song coming over and took a closer look——

“Senior, this milk tea’s on you, right?”

“The bag isn’t for you. It’s all mine.” Little Tang ran to Senior Song’s side, eagerly taking the milk tea.

Senior Song smiled helplessly and ruffled Little Tang’s hair, then handed a cup of milk tea to the roommate: “I’ll take Little Tang to dinner now.”

“You’re all sweaty, don’t touch me.” Little Tang brushed off his hand and fished out a tissue and a small fan from his pocket.

He put them in Senior Song’s hands, who then used one hand to wipe his sweat and the other to hold the fan for him.

The roommate standing next to them expressed——

Can’t even look, these two are hopeless lovebirds.

“I feel like I don’t need dinner. This dog food is enough.”

The roommate shook his milk tea, “Thanks for the mental compensation, senior. I’m off, bye.”

“Let’s go, junior, dinner at the second canteen with senior.”

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