Tell me something interesting about you at school.

Four people sleep in the school dormitory. During the military training, we quit a small partner, leaving us with three small partners, namely Party A and Party B. ..

The protagonist of today's story is a lovely little friend A.

Mr. A has been spoiled since childhood, which leads to a little lack of common sense in life and makes us laugh at him for countless years.

Stalk 1: When I went to the toilet, I saw Teacher A put the only mop in our dormitory in the urinal and pressed the flush button (independent bathroom, squatting pit). Then he took a mop and said that he would mop the floor. I said next to you, is this how you usually wash the mop? Mr. a: yes. Me: Then don't delay. Throw away the mop and we'll buy another one.

Stalk 2: I went to the supermarket to buy food, and I saw boxes of crisp dates in the supermarket (the dates are a little red, and I can hardly see the green). I bought a box for my friend. Who knows, after eating one, Mr. A said something that surprised us at that time: Hey, stop it, this is very sweet. Because it was so shocking, this sentence has impressed me so far!

Share two stalks about Mr. A, and update my stalk with the remaining one.

As for me, because of my family background, my thoughts are a bit extreme and my behavior is a bit out of place. In addition, I usually like cold weapons, so I bought several knives, an eagle claw, a dagger and a long-arm machete when I started military training in my freshman year. (Nothing, just watching and playing) This is the background.

On the third day of military training, at noon (by the way, the little friend who dropped out of school at this time has not dropped out). In the morning, the instructor informed us to start the fire drill at 2: 30 in the afternoon, so we got up at 2: 00. When I first got up, I was so sleepy that I sat at my desk like a fool, muttering no military training, no exercise and no sleep. Friends have responded. Then, while they were sitting in a daze, I took out my talons from the drawer and stabbed my left knee while I was unconscious. Then I found that the wound was not deep enough, and then I opened another knife. This time, that's enough. The wound was nearly a centimeter deep, and then it bled. Seeing this, I smiled with relief and said, Brother Meng, there is no military training today. They looked back at me one by one, and then I was mixed downstairs by them one by one.

There were three stitches in the wound. Originally, the doctor said that four stitches were needed, but because he didn't take anesthetic, there was a little more bleeding, and I was still a little dizzy, so I passed out in shame. Then the doctor thought about it and decided not to sew the fourth needle. Since that day, our dormitory has never been to military training.