Chapter 3


Lady Anna and I grew drunk, and we talked for a long time.To be honest, I've long since forgotten what we had talked about, probably about the Avengers or something, but I knew exactly what happened after that.

‘Listen, little John, I'm drunk, help me back to the hotel. ’She's hinting at me something.

Well, seriously, guys, I was standing tall like a tree again, but it hurt so hard that I didn't want to relive that smell.

I held the lady by my arm and walked step by step to the nearest two-person hotel.

Needless to say, you should know what I did with her, and when she rubbed her feet against me, I couldn't help it.

It was my first time having sex, sex with a bar girl.

But I was deceived, completely deceived by Miss Anna.

The next day, I had no trace of Miss Anna, and it turned out that she had not been drunk that night.

She also left a small card saying I don't have to go to her again.

But I can still feel the beauty of the messy bed.

Well, friends, and worse still, when the innkeeper came to collect the room, he told me that the lady had not paid, but I had no money left, so I had to call Mr. Thomas and ask for it.

Mr. Thompson was generous, and he paid the money for the inn, but when we went out, Thompson asked me, "What did you do with Miss Anna?"

I nodded sheepishly, but then asked him, ‘Didn't you do it with Miss Anna that night?"

He smiled wryly, like a wounded kitten, and shook his head.

‘Seriously, there's nothing good to be gained from that woman. She only had sex, and she just abandoned me in the future. ’

‘I envy you, little John, and you have love to do.’ His smile was a little dazed, mixed with a hint of sadness, and he was honest like that.

‘I don't think so. By the way, how are you getting along with that pretty girl from yesterday?’ I said wistfully.

‘Not then,’ he waved his hand frustratedly, ‘she already has a boyfriend.’

‘Oh well.’ I spread my hands and motioned to him that there was nothing I could do.

I didn't know why, I looked at the sky with him, and I did feel that the sky was so blue, but there was nothing in the sky, and I don't know if Thomas felt that way.

‘It's time for military training.’ Mr. Thompson said wistfully.

‘Yeah, just tomorrow, and I don't know the temper of the instructor. ’My retina is fading.

‘Let's go back to the dormitory first, it's not too early. ’TS Thomas got up and took the first step, and I followed him behind, not looking like a fart, but admiring a majestic figure, Thompson's figure.

But I fucking had to take it back, because when I got back to the dorm, I found that I happened to be missing two bottles of whiskey and the money for the dormitory fee to have sex with the lady, but I had to keep silent, because old Thompson wasn't supposed to pay for it.

But what happened next proved me wrong, and old Thompson thought I didn't realize it, and he put his fucking dirty hand on my shoulder and started joking with me again, but I didn't think it was funny.

‘Hey, little John, your dad Thompson may have helped you too much. ’

I subconsciously went to him, and he fell for my fucking angry trick, and guess what, he covered his crotch and pole danced, like a clown.

‘Oh my god, bastard little John, what the fuck are you doing?’

‘I'm fucking you fucking balls!’I was utterly furious.

He immediately understood what was going on, but as I said before, he was a complete softie, and he would only fight like a rooster.

‘Bastard little John, look what have you done? I taught you bastard money, yes, I stole your money, but how much is that? Bastard little John’

‘Do you still want to be fucking tortured?’ I was furious.

‘All right, little John,’ he spread his hands helplessly, ‘your old Thompson has confessed. ’

‘I advise you not to fucking talk about yourself in the future!’

‘Oh, my little John, I hope so.’ He spread his hands again.

I told him to turn off the light, and he did it like my son.

Then I fucking listened to him snoring all night.

Another day passed, military training came, and the fuck did.

Old Thompson and I stayed in the dormitory waiting for the squad leader to issue military uniforms, but we didn't really know who the squad leader was, only that the teacher had chosen it in advance, and we were like cattle and sheep grazing in the wilderness waiting to graze, yeah, his fucking grazing.

There was a sound of fucking footsteps in the hallway, and Thompson and I both knew it must be the sound of wearing slippers alone, and then there was a knock on the door in our fucking dorm.

Mr. Thompson and I both knew that it was our dear class leader who had arrived.

In order to leave a good impression on the class leader, Mr.Thompson and I rushed to open the door, and finally I opened the door.

‘Hello kids, I'm your class president, you can call me Frank Torres. ’

‘I'm lovely John Smith, you can call me sweet little John. ’

‘Oh, sweet little John, hello. ’He's so fucking flexible.

‘Just call me Little John, my lovely class president.’ I looked at him with a smile.

‘Okay, what's this name?’

‘He's the Thompson of the bastards. ’I took the words of the squad leader.

‘That's a nice fellow,’ he said, and shook hands with old Thompson, ‘and I hope we will have a good time in the future.’

‘Would be nice to get along.’ Old Thomas said cautiously。

‘Alright, here's your uniform. By the way, there are two other ones.’ He said.

Mr. Thompson and I took the uniforms, and we each took two sets.

‘Remember, little ones, report at half past three in the afternoon. ’

‘Got it. ’Old Thompson and I replied in unison.

What we also know is that the two remaining roommates were already on their way to come.