78 Chapter 78: Underweight

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Just when some girls in the class had a nympho, a girl from the next class walked towards Ye Hao with her head down, and then she stuffed an envelope in Ye Hao’s hand and whispered, "This is what I gave you written."

After saying this sentence, the girl fled from here.

Ye Hao stared at the pink envelope in his heart and said, "Is this a legendary love letter?"

After thinking about it, Ye Hao smiled and put the love letter in his pocket before returning to the team.

But at this moment a figure blocked Ye Hao's way.

"Ye Hao."

With a slap, Bai He greeted Ye Hao's face, but how could Ye Hao's response speed be fanned by her?

Ye Hao grasped Bai He's hand and said, "What are you doing?"

"You scum." Bai He gritted his teeth.

"Why did I become a scum?" Ye Haozhang couldn't help thinking.

"You scum."

"Bai He, are you sick?" Ye Hao's face cooled down, and he didn't intersect with Bai He.

When Bai He still had to say something, Zhang Lan hurriedly ran over, "Bai He, what are you doing?"

"I'll be fair to you."

"I have nothing to discuss?" Zhang Lan said in a deep voice.

"This guy is eating the bowl and looking at the pot. Why do you have to plead for him like this scum?"

"Bai He." Zhang Lan's pretty face was completely cold, "I told you, I don't care about my affairs."

"Zhang Lan."

Zhang Lan didn't say anything but looked at Bai He firmly.

Bai He sighed softly, "Zhang Lan, you are not saved."

"Yes, I am hopeless."

Bai He shook his head and turned away from here.

Zhang Lan looked at Ye Hao apologetically, "Sorry."

Ye Hao opened his mouth and wanted to say nothing, but ultimately said nothing.

After Ye Hao returned to the team, he noticed that the students around him were pointing and pointing at himself, saying everything secretly.

In addition to helplessness, Ye Hao is helpless.

Who offended yourself.

"Ye Hao, don't you look at Xu Mengmeng's love letter to you?" Zheng Xiaolong touched Ye Hao.

"you recognize?"

"Nonsense! Who doesn't know Xu Mengmeng in class 3? This is the class flower in class 3. Our beauty list is Zhang Lan first and Xu Mengmeng second." Zheng Xiaolong said with a lip.

Ye Hao couldn't help looking at Xu Mengmeng in Class 3. When Ye Hao saw Xu Mengmeng, he found that Xu Mengmeng was also looking at himself.

Xu Mengmeng peeped and found that he quickly lowered his head.

Ye Hao smiled and pulled out Xu Mengmeng's love letter.

In memory, this is the first time Ye Hao has received a love letter.

Before meeting you,

I never thought about it,

Who will write love letters for.

The few eighteen words vividly expressed Xu Mengmeng's thoughts and feelings.

The fine print of Juanxiu exudes grass-like fragrance.

Ye Hao could not help but sniff lightly and felt his whole body relaxed.

Ye Hao folded the love letter and put it in his pocket.

It didn't take long for He Jing to come over, and he announced a heavy news as soon as he came.

"Today's ten-kilometer field training." He Jing said with a deep voice, "All standing upright, turning right and running."

Forty-five students in the class divided into two rows and followed He Jing towards the school entrance.

When they arrived at the school gate, they saw trucks in the military area.

"Get in the car." He Jing ordered.

The vehicle stopped in the mountain after about an hour.

"get off."

"Restore formation."

"Follow me." He Jing issued one command after another.

The road in the mountains is rugged, so you will be more tired when you run.

Ten kilometers is nothing for Ye Hao, but it is a test for other students.

After running for about two kilometers, many girls complained, but the girl who insisted for another kilometer refused to run again.

"Ten kilometers is a hard rule, even if you have to climb it," He Jing said coldly.

These students are miserable, but they have to grind their teeth to walk.

At this moment, Zhang Lan's feet slipped and his ankle was crooked, and he immediately fell. Ye Hao was beside Zhang Lan, and he quickly caught Zhang Lan's eyes.

But Ye Hao still heard a pop.

Zhang Lan burst into pain.

The students around all of a sudden surrounded him, and He Jing pulled the crowd and ran over.

"I look at your feet." He Jing checked Zhang Lan's feet and realized that he was dislocated. It may be more serious if it is not received in time after dislocation.

"Zhang Lan, how did you twist your feet?" He Jing turned Zhang Lan's ankle gently as he said.

"I--I twisted it if I didn't pay attention." Zhang Lan couldn't always say that he was thinking of Ye Hao.

At this moment, only listening to the crackling congratulations put Zhang Lan's ankle in place.

Zhang Lan yelled in pain, but the pain gradually eased gradually.

"I've helped you return to the ankle, Ye Hao, you helped Zhang Lan continue to walk." He Jing was still very eye-conscious, so he arranged Ye Hao directly.

"I can go by myself." Zhang Lan blushed.

"If you walk by yourself, your feet will have to swell." He Jing said to stand up here, "The rest of the students continue to walk."

After all the classmates left, Ye Hao whispered, "Let's go."

"Ok."

Zhang Lan's left foot came a little bit painful pains.

Ye Hao looked at the pain between Zhang Lan's eyebrows and squatted in front of Zhang Lan, "I will carry you."

"No."

"No."

"If I say no, don't."

Ye Hao looked at Zhang Lan who was screwing himself up and held Zhang Lan in his arms.

Zhang Lan was shocked.

Suddenly even forgot to exclaim.

And when Ye Hao chased forward, Zhang Lan's head recovered his normal thinking ability.

"Hurry me down."

"It's OK to put it down, but you have to let me carry it."

"Let you carry it." Where does Zhang Lan dare not compromise?

If this kind of scene allows students to see if they want to live?

Ye Hao gently put Zhang Lan down, then crouched in front of the elder and said, "Come on."

Zhang Lan looked at the generous figure in front of him and bit her lip, lying on Ye Hao's body.

When Ye Hao put Zhang Lan on his back, Zhang Lan's chest clung tightly to Ye Hao's back.

Zhang Lan felt hot.

"Isn't your A cup?" Ye Hao asked fiercely.

"What?" Zhang Lan stunned.

"I always thought that you had Cup A, now it seems that you have at least B too?"

"To shut up."

"What do the 34 and 36 of the cup mean?"

"Killed."

Ye Hao saw Zhang Lan did not want to talk to himself about this issue and had to close his mouth temporarily.

Ye Hao walked calmly, and Zhang Lan would not fall.

After about ten minutes of walking like this, Zhang Lan asked, "Are you tired?"

"How could you be tired with just over a hundred pounds?"

"Who is more than one hundred pounds? I'm ninety-six pounds." Zhang Lan burst into hair.

"You didn't say I forgot."

"Forgot something?"

"Weighing less than a hundred, either flat chest or short."