Shipborne Special Forces

While Wang Aiguo was sending monks here, Jia Qu ran to the chief with a big mat and said to the chief: "Secretary, what's the matter. Say this training mat is put here, how come back That big hole? "

The director glanced at the green mat on Jia District's hand, and frowned, "I told you at the time, the cooking class should not put such a mat. So many mice here, you have to put me here, you Look at it like this. "

"Don't talk about this first. This cushion is specially designed for lying shots. You talk about how big a hole is now broken and even the cotton inside has been bitten by more than half. What should I do now? Ah? "Jia Qu said silently.

Chief Secretary Yun's look was also a little tangled. Although he wanted to push this pot away, the problem was that this thing was really bitten by them and couldn't be pushed away at all.

I thought for a while, and the secretary finally said, "Then I'll sew it for you?"

"The seam is good. The problem is that the sponge inside has been bitten. What should I do if it is empty?" Jia Qu asked again.

At this time, the head of the cooking class raised his hand and said loudly, "We killed a lot of chickens a few days ago, and now there are a lot of chicken feathers in the cooking class. It happens that the sun has dried up in the past two days, or should it be stuffed in? "

The leader of the cooking class said that the Jia district was stunned, and the chief secretary was also stunned. This proposal sounds appropriate, but I always find it strange.

I saw Jia Qu and the chief secretary didn't answer, and the cooking class leader asked again, "Do you have any better ideas?"

"Come on, that's it." The two together, huh, huh, there is really nothing more suitable, so let's go.

Uh ...

The monk finally left, and watching the monk leave by car, Wang Aiguo was a little emotional. Well, it's not sadness but emotion, because he has seen it, and he must have run in a green pickup truck a month later. And people are not at all a level ...

I returned to the dormitory. After seeing Wang Aiguo's return, everyone curiously stepped forward.

Xi Youjiang looked at Wang Aiguo: "Three hundred, why did the monk suddenly go?"

"Specially recruited 呗." Wang Aiguo said casually.

As soon as I finished speaking, the dormitory was quiet immediately, and the next moment you descended excitedly and said, "Did he go to any powerful unit?"

"Should be it." Wang Aiguo remembered the off-road vehicle, and suddenly felt that right descending should be correct.

"Wow, what kind of unit is that?" Xiaotian asked excitedly.

King Patriotic touched his nose and groaned for a moment and said, "Can't say."

"........."

"So mysterious?"

"Well." Wang Aiguo nodded.

I was actually very mysterious, because Wang Aiguo himself didn't know that the monk had gone there.

However, what Wang Aiguo didn't know was that the first thing a monk got on an off-road vehicle was to ask the driver: "Squad leader, what kind of army did I go to?"

"I'll know when I get there." After that, the pilot took the monk all the way to the airport.

In this way, everyone was aggressive, and even the parties themselves sent the monks away. It makes sense, it's not like reporting to the army, it's like being trafficked.

Uh ...

After the monk left, everyone sitting in the dormitory looked at the bed before the monk with some emotion. There are still people on this bed in the morning, and now there is a bedboard left on this bed.

Xi Xiaotian jumped from the upper bunk, and the monk was the only beneficiary when he left. As soon as the monk left, he could remove the bunk.

He jumped out of the bed, and Xiaotian saw the monk's towel on the bed, and suddenly said, "The monk has left a towel, who do you want?"

"Who used it? Whoever used it, keep it as a rag." Huang Gang said lightly.

Xiao Xiaotian nodded and walked over, the moment Xiao Tian wanted to pick up the monk's towel, suddenly Xiao Tian felt a pain in his eyes.

什么 "What's wrong, my eyes hurt."

Everyone: "..."

"What the hell? Why suddenly my eyes hurt?" Huang Gang asked puzzled.

在 At this moment, Li Zimu walked in from the outside, and when he saw Xiaotian's appearance, he looked at the monk's towel on the bed, and was suddenly astonished.

"Hurry up, get some water to wash his eyes, this is so spicy by the monk's towel."

"Wait a while, how can you make a person spicy with a towel?" Wang Aiguo thought his head was a little messy, so he asked quickly.

I heard Wang Aiguo's words, and Li Zimu's face suddenly changed into a painful expression.

"When the monk first arrived, I slept with him on the head. I slept with him on the foot the next day, so you have no doubt why?"

"……. Why?" Wang Aiguo asked strangely.

Li Zimu took a deep breath and slowly said, "Because this monk's head is super easy to sweat, and in order to prevent the pillow from smelling, he put a towel under the pillow."

"Isn't this normal ...?" Huang Gang scratched his temple a little bit puzzled.

Li Zimu looked at the monk's towel with a complex look and said, "The problem is ... This monk never washed this towel. The first night he moved in, I was given his towel at 12pm. Smoked awake ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I didn't know where the smell came from. I searched for a long time and found that it was the towel under his head. As I approached the confirmation, a terrible thing happened……."

Li Zimu looked terrified, making Wang Aiguo and others nervous.

He Youjiang swallowed saliva, and said curiously, "What happened?"

"I was fainted ... And when I woke up the next day, I felt my eyes hurt so hot." Li Zimu finished, looking at the small sky rubbing his face with sympathy.

There was a horrible expression on everyone's face. This is still a towel. Isn't this a biological weapon? Wait, can anyone really use towels so badly?

Driven by curiosity and dying, everyone was moving. In the end, right descending from the house to forget his life, ‘one horse first’ rushed forward and picked up the monk ’s towel.

"I don't believe this thing can be so ......... Ah, my eyes, my eyes."

"Ha ha……."

After a long while, everyone lowered right and Xiaotian calmed down. The two looked at the towel on the monk's bed with red eyes, and looked angry.

"The monk left us a bomb before leaving. This broken towel is hotter than wind oil. Why did he do it?"

"I don't know how to do this, but I think this should be the most stinky towel in the whole team." Wang Aiguo said seriously.

Unexpectedly, Li Zimu stood up again at this time and shook his head in pain: "No, you guessed wrong, this is not the most stinky piece."

"What else is worse than this one?"

"He wipes his towel ..." Li Zimu pointed to the towel that was completely black in the trash can in the corner, with a serious face.

At this moment, Wang Aiguo suddenly felt a little sympathy for the army that accepted the monk.