Although autumn has entered this September, the weather in Nanjing can still make people shine. I even hate the heat even if I wear big pants.
General Zhang affectionately reminded himself to wear two more pairs of pants with a sense of guilt, and they were thicker ones. What does this mean?
Zhou Weiguo walked to the door and stepped back again to look at the principal who was still leaning on the desk and asked: "I...why do I need to wear two extra pairs of thick pants?"
General Zhang sighed and spoke slowly with a look of helplessness; "It is a good thing that you have made contributions to the country, but you have always violated the rules and regulations of the military academy. One is one, two is two. You are the first one in more than ten days since the school started.
Reporter, I have no choice but to punish you with fifty military sticks in front of all the teachers and students."
How much? Fifty military sticks. If you beat them off, your white butt will still be better. Zhou Weiguo trembled and swallowed, "Can...can it be halved?"
General Zhang said very happily: "In view of your great contribution, it has been reduced by half, otherwise it would have been a hundred military sticks."
Come on, it’s okay if you don’t get rewards for your meritorious service, but you have to be slapped with a military stick. You can be regarded as a human being. Zhou Weiguo didn’t show any dissatisfaction. He knew that this was the only option for him to stay in school. He shot him first.
The school should use itself to scare the monkeys.
"Okay, I will wear thicker clothes tomorrow." He smiled bitterly and came to General Zhang with more and more thoughts. "Uncle Zhang, you have a good gun."
General Zhang didn't understand what this meant, so he took out his pistol and handed it to Zhou Weiguo: "Here, I'll give it to you, as compensation for you."
Why don't you compensate? You can't bear fifty military sticks in vain. Besides, this gun is really light and the security in Nanjing is not good. There is nothing wrong with preparing one for Xiao Ya for self-defense.
Zhou Weiguo took the pistol with a smile and thanked him profusely; "I want to thank Uncle Zhang for Xiao Ya."
This is not because I want your gun, so don’t think too much. Zhou Weiguo pulled Xiao Ya out as a shield and agreed while exiting the door. He saw the adjutant walking over carrying a stick as thick as a hoe stick.
Looking at the stick, Zhou Weiguo swallowed his saliva and pointed at it, "You're not going to use this against me, are you?"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, but don't worry, we are sure that it won't break your muscles and bones."
Without hurting his muscles and bones, he made Zhou Weiguo completely uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to say anything. He sighed secretly that he shouldn't have put away the gun, and now there was no chance to go in and persuade him to change the stick, so he could only
He sighed and returned to his dormitory, waiting for the sanctions that would be imposed on him tomorrow.
The auditorium of the military academy was rarely used. Today, it was overcrowded. Zhou Weiguo held the self-reflection letter and stood in the middle, looking at the thousands of people below who were doing self-reflection seriously and profoundly.
Above him, more than a dozen leaders of the military academy were sitting upright, with expressionless faces. At the bottom, there were a group of classmates waiting to watch the show.
"I deeply realize my mistakes. I promise that there will never be a next time. I hope that my colleagues in the school can forgive me for my mistakes." After reading the self-reflection letter, Zhou Weiguo bowed seriously and stood aside, looking down.
Tiptoe, waiting for the fate that is determined next.
Slight footsteps made him raise his head. Director Zhang appeared in front of the microphone with a serious face and began a long speech without a script. He didn't listen to the rest, but he did. In view of his excellent academic performance and his first offense, the school
It was decided not to be expelled, but the school rules should not be violated. Fifty military sticks were used as punishment to serve as a warning to others.
As soon as the fifty army batons were beaten, I don't know whether it was tampered with to hide the sticks, or for other reasons. Not even half a day after being carried to the dormitory by Fang Shengli and others that day, Xiao Ya appeared in the dormitory with a nervous look on his face.
Zhou Weiguo, who was lying on the ground and humming, heard the sound of crying and turned his head. Xiaoya, who was crying like a man in tears, looked at her bloody butt in horror. Her helpless look made Zhou Weiguo comfort him and said with a smile: "Don't cry.
Well, it’s not a big deal, I’m thick-skinned and it doesn’t matter.”
He comforted and asked how Xiao Ya came to this place.
Xiao Ya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes; "People from the military academy informed me to take you back to recuperate. When I received the news, I asked Teacher Chen Yi to come here instead." After she finished speaking, she walked to the door and said something to the outside world. Several doctors came in.
He put himself on a stretcher and took him to the hospital.
With the constant care of the hospital and Xiao Ya, and the fact that the military stick had been tampered with, Zhou Weiguo's buttocks were almost healed within ten days.
However, he was not in a hurry to go to school. Instead, he packed his things and returned home accompanied by Xiao Ya. General Zhang allowed Xiao Ya to take him out because he knew very well that if the fifty army sticks were really beaten down, there would be no
It is impossible to get better in a month, and I have been jumping up and down like a monkey for ten days. This will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the students in the school, and it will not achieve the disciplinary effect.
Coming out wasn't just to avoid those doubts. Zhou Weiguo accepted such kindness, but he still couldn't go out. Once he met Fang Shengli, Wu Yong, Jiang Yue, and others came to visit, he still had to use red ink or something.
Get some top on your butt.
Xiao Ya's charming face pretended to be worried, and she would never let them know that she was already well.
Estimating the time, after dilly-dallying for two months, it was no longer appropriate not to go to school. Today, Zhou Weiguo put on his military uniform and sent Xiaoya to school before returning to school and starting this boring study.
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Two months of missed courses cannot be replenished by making up for it. Even if he is extremely talented, if he is still within the normal fifteenth grade before taking the exam, it will definitely not make sense. Zhou Weiguo thought about it carefully and realized that
In the semester exam, he deliberately answered some questions incorrectly. As a result, his ranking plummeted from the top fifteen to the bottom forty.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even so, his excellent study is still recognized by everyone. After all, he was able to pass the test after losing two months of study. This is not
Most people can do it.
The timeline moved forward little by little, and spring came earlier in 1935.
This year is a critical year. The school will allocate troops based on students' performance. Zhou Weiguo does not intend to hold back, but will go all out to get a good position when the time comes.
Even so, by the time he sent Xiao Ya to a girls' middle school and came back to register, it was already the last day of registration.
After returning home, he took out the military uniform that Xiao Ya had washed for him two months ago and put it in the box and put it on. Zhou Weiguo entered Xiao Ya's room and took out some money from the drawer in front of the window.
He didn't have the habit of managing money. Even the military pay from the army was given to Xiao Ya directly with his left hand and right hand. Xiao Ya usually put money in a drawer so that he could access it easily.
Humming a little tune, Zhou Weiguo closed the door and walked to the school.
The originally deserted campus became lively again, and a lot of people were already gathering on the basketball court playing basketball. Zhou Weiguo was not very interested in this, so he just took a look and went to the auditorium where the registration for the first semester is usually held to prepare for registration.
Just walking with his head lowered, Zhou Weiguo didn't notice what was ahead. He felt someone blocking him. When he looked up, General Zhang's adjutant smiled and stretched out his hand to block his way.
Now that he was familiar with this person, Zhou Weiguo pulled his hand away: "Don't block the way, it's the last day, I have to sign up."
The adjutant who was pulled down once again stretched out his hand to block Zhou Weiguo: "You don't need to sign up, the director of education has other arrangements."
