Chapter 8 shrt article 1: Daixi’s military training

(Shrrt article rewritten short stories from Daixi's perspective.)

Everything was fresh just now, just to hate the upcoming military training, one was afraid of being tired and the other was afraid of being tanned.The military training has not yet begun; I began to think about how to ask for leave and escape the training.

But the first plan failed. When the school reported that I had paid the tuition fee, I had not paid the dormitory fee on the grounds that I had not paid the dormitory fee, so I chose to go to school for a day.

I thought I could escape the damn housework sorting, but who knew that the counselor was nervous and tried to find a way to arrange a dormitory for me.

So I spent half a month free time in the dormitory and lived in a four-person room with three classmates in our class.

The morning before the military training, when I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, I happened to see the message my mother sent the night before.

I just complained to my mother that the cafeteria is good everywhere, just breakfast, the eggs are surprisingly small, and the buns are thick in skin and small in filling.

Then I received my mother's first task, asking me to stuff the eggs under tomorrow morning and take them out and eat them at noon.

I felt that this task was quite difficult, so I came to the cafeteria early at noon on the first morning of military training. I bought a breakfast to sell leftover eggs, and after peeling the shell, stuffed them downstairs and tried it.

Feeling very uncomfortable.

But my mother's orders were hard to violate. I got up early on the first day of military training. After washing and applying sunscreen, I went to the school cafeteria with my roommates.

I quietly put the eggs I bought into my pockets, and then told my roommate to go to the toilet. I peeled the egg shells in the canteen toilet and stuffed them down. I took a video of my mother, and after that, I started to have a big meal.

As a result, the first day was tragic. Because the underwear was not very close, the egg slid out of my vagina when I was walking in a straight line, and then rolled down the gap of the underwear into my pants' legs. I was almost peeing for me. Fortunately, I pulled up my pants' legs and tightened the eggs so that they didn't rolled out. Then, when I pretended to tie my shoelaces, I took the opportunity to put the egg into my cuffs, and put them in my pocket while no one was paying attention.

During lunch, I washed the eggs, and I was afraid that the cholesterol was too high, so I only took protein.

I thought I would get my mother's praise, but who knew that my mother said that I should find an opportunity to play the eggs back into my bb.

So I defended myself with my mother, and the result of talking back was that the eggs went from being stuffed to being stuffed for nine days.

So at night I got up at school and bought two pairs of tight underwear. I would feel much more at ease when I put on tight underwear.

But I still don’t adapt to military training and I am always scolded by the instructor.

The torture of the egg made my underwear wet.

On the third day, the instructor of the military training finally couldn't stand my tiptoe movements and took me out for a single practice. Under the gaze of my classmates and the friction with the eggs, I felt inexplicably being treated as raped.

Because the instructor's request for movement was too large, I suddenly felt the egg inside the bb cracking when I was kicking the pedal.

During the morning training, I felt that the eggs were gradually breaking.

So at noon, I didn't dare to go back to the dormitory to rest, so I went out of school and asked my mother to help me with the cleaning solution and cleaned the bottom.

As a result, my mother took off her pants because of the unfavorable work. She put it on her leg and hit her butt 50 times. Xiaoji was still gloating.

On the fourth day, I gritted my teeth and persevered for another day. I felt that I couldn't hold on anymore, so I could only secretly buy a fake medical record online. On the fifth day, I was able to do some training with a few patients while watching the students.

But I was still tortured by eggs. The underwear I made every day so wet, which made me buy another 10 pairs of underwear in one breath to survive this difficult military training.