Chapter 83: Returning to School * Doubts and Suspicions Arise

  Zhao Qing Shan lay in the hospital bed, knowing that his body was not seriously ill, but thinking of his own third child's foolishness and his granddaughter's future situation made him feel anxious and worried.

  The girl did such a thing, how can she still work in her original unit?

  Song Shuyu just watched them turn a blind eye to her, how could she get past that psychological barrier?!

  He was both angry and heartbroken. Looking at his second son who was accompanying him with concern, he sighed and said to Zhao Kai Feng:

  "With these guards who have been with me all day, that's enough, you can go back. There are so many things going on at the critical moment, and if you're not careful, you'll miss the opportunity."

  "Hehe, Dad, don't worry about it. Let's just chat for a bit, I've got that thing under control."

  Zhao Kai Feng patted his old man's hand, comforting him.

  "Where is that little girl hiding and crying? You, as a father, don't you feel any heartache?"

  Zhao Qing Shan heard his son say that, and his heart felt a little more at ease. He then thought of his useless little granddaughter again.

  "It's not like she's being too accommodating, but rather following her own desires, how could she do something so excessive?"

  She even dares to buy contraband online and use it in such a way, thinking about it is unbearable, she can do it with a clear conscience and dare to be the first to report others!

  This is all because Shu Yu's child has a pure and honest character, but if he encounters someone with ulterior motives, who knows what kind of big trouble will arise!

  "She doesn't care about her own reputation and happiness, what can we do?"

  Zhao Kai's lips were trembling with anger, but what was even more unbearable was that he didn't know how to tell his wife Liu Xue about this matter. She was a refined and intelligent woman who handled things in a gentle and generous manner, always striving to be perfect in everything she did. If she found out that her dearly taught daughter could be so deceitful and play tricks on her, being obedient at home but turning into a little devil outside, he didn't know how heartbroken she would be.

  And what about that little girl who has never suffered any grievances? Is she now beginning to regret with tears and sobs?

  "Alas, you'd better go back and think of a way to retreat. Don't be stubborn. No matter what, she's been raised with care and protection."

  Zhao Qing Shan sighed and waved his hand, letting him go.

  "Father, I'll leave now. Staying here makes me uneasy and won't let you rest easy either. I'll come back to see you tonight."

  "Never mind, never mind, stop running back and forth, I'm already having a hard time coping."

  ……

  Zhao Kaifeng returned to the headquarters, and his deputy immediately went to Song Shuyu's territory to make a round, but didn't get any news, only knowing that Zhao Yanran entered the gate early in the morning and was blocked by Chief of Staff Ma Chao, then the group disappeared.

  Ma Chao has gone to the department to report on his work. Song Shuyu is taking a three-day break and has turned off his phone. The team is being held down by Wang Han, who knows nothing about anything.

  Zhao Kaifeng knew at once that Song Shuyu was trying to avoid him and block the news.

  His daughter is not in the team, and she has not left the camp. He doesn't believe that he can dig three feet underground and still can't find her?

  However, Song Shuyu did this, and it's estimated that the matter was sealed very tightly. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief amidst his worries. As long as rumors can be suppressed, there's nothing to worry about in this matter.

  Let that naughty girl be alone and suffer a bit.

  Even after he had made up his mind, he still felt uneasy and kept thinking that the child was hiding somewhere crying pitifully.

  Sat down and stood up again, still wandering around in a daze. After hesitating for a long time in the office, he finally dialed a subordinate's phone number to ask him to help find out Zhao Yanran's whereabouts.

  He didn't dare to be careless, after all, with Song Shuyu's skills and abilities, if he wanted to deceive him into doing something small, it would be effortless.

  He was worried about Zhao Yanran on this side. Since they were blood relatives, his restless mind was not without reason.

  At this moment, Zhao Yanran was sitting on the plane with a quiver, wearing a thick military coat with fur, but she couldn't stop shivering.

  She put on a pair of long, thick military boots that belonged to someone she didn't even know, and didn't have time to be disgusted. As soon as she put them on, she felt the weight was so heavy that her ankles couldn't bear it.

  "Get dressed, pull up your collar, button up tightly, and put on both a mask and a hat."

  The pilot who was landing in front of him reminded him.

  Zhao Yanran's hand picked up the thing that was thrown aside, and she saw that it was a mask, similar to an anti-terrorism face mask, with a hole in the middle, obviously for breathing. She swallowed her saliva nervously, but couldn't bring herself to put on a stranger's mask.

  She simply put on that thick Lei Feng hat, with the fur tightly tied around her small face.

  With this movement, her face hurt, and only then did she think of the slap that Sang Hong had given her. It was estimated that the treatment had only eliminated the swelling, and this dull pain would have to be endured for a while longer.

  She was furious, her teeth ached from gritting them so hard - she had been dumped here to suffer, and that dead woman would absolutely not be any better off, being thrown into prison and beaten to death would be the best.

  The pilot had long since changed out of his flight suit and into his walking clothes, which he wore with meticulous care, making sure all the drafts were well plugged. He turned to Zhao Yanran with difficulty and kindly reminded her:

  "You'd better put on a mask and make some sacrifices for yourself. Once you arrive at the training camp downstairs, you'll receive a new set."

  Zhao Yanran was in a very bad mood and impatiently said, "Other people's old clothes can barely be worn, how can this mask be worn randomly? Take it off."

  The pilot was somewhat surprised, how did this girl suddenly change her tone?

  He also closed his mouth and opened the cabin door.

  Zhao Yanran only felt a sudden chill all over her body. The cold air was not ordinary, but rather suffocating like an ice cellar.

  She turned around and hastily grabbed the mask, putting it on in two or three quick motions, before following the pilot out of the cockpit.

  Before her eyes was a monotonous world of nothing but white, and as soon as her foot touched the ground, she felt that the snow seemed to be bottomless. She didn't dare move, standing still like that until her body stabilized, then looked down to see that the snow had already reached the edge of her long military boots.

  She looked around blankly, trying hard to move her legs, but found that except for her feet being able to be pulled out of the boot tube, the boots wouldn't budge at all.

  "Big brother, can you help me out?"

  She immediately asked the man for help.

  He stretched out his massive hand, wearing a thick-skinned glove like a bear's paw, grasped her coat sleeve tightly and pulled her forward.

  "Don't stop moving, or you'll be frozen in the thick ice that forms from the water on your soles, and it's too heavy to walk."

  That person said, Zhao Yanran suddenly felt that her military boots had become sloppy boots, and she hurriedly followed closely.

  After walking for several hundred meters, the snow layer became much thinner, and then I saw a road that had been trampled into a mess, leading all the way to a campsite up ahead.

  "Is this really a Russian base?" Zhao Yan was able to walk steadily now, and began to look around at the scenery. The barracks were clearly in the domestic architectural style commonly found in the north.

  "Haha, you're really funny. How could our small plane possibly have the privilege of crossing national borders? This is a training camp, and volunteer soldiers from all over are gathered here for intensive training. Three months later, we'll fly to Russia."

  "Intensive training for three months?" Zhao Yanran's feet almost stumbled, this sinister Song Shuyu, was he driving her to death?

  "Of course, some soldiers come from the south and are not adapted to the northern weather. How can they possibly expand national prestige when they get there?"

  Just then, a cry of surprise came from behind: "Too beautiful! Are all these snow? Ahhh... Is that the legendary icicle hanging on the trees? Everywhere, it's really too beautiful!"

  Zhaoyan moved four small steps, barely turning her head to see two people walking side by side. The little guy in the front was cheering excitedly.

  Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful?

  Zhaoyanran looked around, she had never seen such a pure and holy world before, but this was not sightseeing, it was a training session!

  Three months of intensive training! Do you know why she wanted to join the literature and art troupe? It was because the training intensity there was very low.

  Her face twitched slightly, and she felt that the numb pain had become a sharp pain, so she raised her hand to rub it.

  The pilot walking ahead turned around and said to her: "Don't rub your face, be careful not to hurt it."

  But it's too late.

  Zhaoyanran followed the flight attendant to report for duty, carrying her luggage and running back to her assigned dormitory. After taking off her mask, she began to gently press her face against the mirror. Good heavens! Wherever her face touched, a red mark would swell up, itchy and burning. She hastily changed her clothes, washed herself clean, and amazingly, her face turned into a thousand purples and reds.

  She cried and asked for the direction of the infirmary, then put on her clothes properly and ran to ask the doctor.

  The team there took a very long time to take pictures.

  It was her turn soon, the female doctor took a glance and handed her a bottle of ointment: "Apply the frostbite cream, it may not get better but won't worsen."

  Zhaoyanran had never been treated so coldly before, and she immediately swallowed her words in surprise.

  "Army doctor, take another look, I just arrived less than three hours ago, how could my face be frostbitten? This is a place where hats and masks are strictly required, I must have caught some kind of bacterial infection from wearing someone else's mask!"

  The doctor's eyes curved into a crescent moon shape, smiling in the same way as Mei Laner, making her feel hateful. He tilted his head and examined her for a moment before saying:

  "Typical frostbite, your subcutaneous tissue itself has blood stasis, poor circulation, just keep it warm and covered, a bottle of ointment will make it better."

  "I wonder if it's possible that I've been infected?" Zhao Yanran's heart sank as soon as she heard this.

  "Comrade, don't worry, at a temperature of minus 40 degrees, what kind of bacteria can spread and multiply so quickly?" The doctor ignored her and began to call out to the patients in the back.

  Zhao Yanran put on her mask and tightly grasped the box of ointment, from now on, she could only look at it, her face would not be seen by others!

  She braved the severe cold and searched the entire camp, including the supermarket and the duty room, but still couldn't find a single communication device.

  What's going on?

  A kind-hearted fellow told her that the communication tool for contacting the outside world was only available at the command center.

  She ran to the command center with a patter of footsteps. The little guard on duty told her seriously, "Volunteers in training are not allowed to contact the outside world for three months."

  Zhao Yanran stared with a mixture of shock and despair, her eyes wide with fear. Three months, would she freeze to death here?

  It's icy and snowy here, but elsewhere spring is in full bloom.

  Song Shuyu enjoyed his own little benefits, pinched the hands of guns and weapons, and rubbed them without knowing the strength.

  Xiang Hong had eaten her fill, but when she tried to get up, she found that she was so hot and swollen all over that it hurt. She wanted to speak out and stop him, but she didn't have the strength. She secretly turned her head to the side, and that guy's eyes were burning with a dazed gaze as he stared at her. When their eyes met, he immediately turned his face and used his scorching lips to help her lick away the soup that was overflowing from the corner of her mouth. His eyebrows and eyes were full of indulgence, his love for her as deep as the sea.

  She opened her mouth to stop him, but his lips had already covered her tender complaints.

  "Come on, let's go to the bedroom?" He whispered in her ear.

  "No way!" Xiang Hong twisted and turned, trying to come back to her senses. The messy table of cups and plates hadn't even been cleaned up yet, how could they just go straight to the bedroom?

  Heavenly Father, is "Drunken Life and Dream Death" referring to a life of indulgence in wine and meat?

  Song Shuoyu's low and husky voice laughed and said, "Can't tell you're still a heavy taste at heart, then let's just do it in this restaurant - huh?"

  Xiang Hong understood what he meant and was so embarrassed that she almost fainted, pointing to the dinner table: "You're really bad, it's such a mess here - not even cleaned up..."

  "I'll clean up, I'll clean up, I'll do it now - wait for me!" Song Shuyu thought she had agreed to the proposal and his mouth almost smiled into a flower as he let her go to clean the dinner table.

  While putting away the dishes, he didn't forget to peck her on the cheek, and even while wiping the table, he couldn't stop thinking about how to pin her down without getting kicked.

  Xiang Hong blinked her eyes, opened his colorful gaze, and took advantage of him entering the kitchen to slip down from the chair, wrapped in a blanket, and ran towards the living room.

  If she's pressed into the bedroom like this again and opens her eyes, it'll probably be tomorrow morning already. She still has training tomorrow, no way.

  She sat down in the living room, quickly put on two pieces of clothing, and before she could stand up to tidy herself, he had already come out of the kitchen: "Huh? Where's everyone? Hey, hey, why are you starting to get dressed?"

  Song Shuwei had an unpleasant look on his face and walked over a few steps, then reached out his hand to mess with her.

  "Didn't I say we'd play on the dinner table, you little cheat!" He gritted his teeth in her ear and carried her towards the dining hall.

  "Ahhhhh - you're crazy! How can you do that in a place where people eat?" Sang Hong struggled back with all her might.

  "Anywhere will do - my goal is to try it out in every place in our home." Song Shuyu calmly controlled her limbs, about to press down on the dinner table.

  "Honey—" Xiang Hong weakly called out to him, pouting and tugging on his large hand, "Don't do this, it's broad daylight, not some clandestine affair, how decadent."

  Song Shu Yu looked at her expression, and the watery eyes were filled with shyness and resistance, indeed not a coquettish rejection.

  "Not at all," said Nan, "then why did you agree just now and let me go clean up the dinner table?"

  "I'm saying that these things aren't even being cleaned up, and when I wake up in the morning and see this messy place, it affects my mood. When did I agree to live here?"

  "Is this guy always thinking of turning himself into a dish on the dinner table? How despicable! What kind of absurd idea is this?"

  Xiang Hong made up her mind not to fulfill his wish.

  Song Shuwei furrowed his brow and raised an eyebrow, but a smile quickly filled his eyes: "Then call me what you just called me again."

  At this time, Xiang Hong just didn't want to be pressed onto the cold dining table. She would agree with whatever he said. Suddenly her face changed from shock to joy, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned into his ear and whispered sweetly:

  "Honey, good husband, shall we go to the bedroom, okay?"

  "Good." Song Shuoye smiled warmly and hugged her, it didn't matter where they were, the bedroom should be more conducive to maintaining strength and endurance!

  After all, everything has to come slowly, and a young woman who is still green can be trained bit by bit to have a charming and elegant demeanor. This long march of ten thousand miles will eventually come to an end.

  The next day, Sang Hong got up very early. She had to attend the morning exercise. Although the soft bed and warm quilt made her reluctant to leave, the special forces competition was imminent, and she couldn't miss it.

  Song Shuyu thought she was getting up to use the bathroom because she had a good night's sleep, but when she heard the door creaking outside, she realized she had gone out for exercise.

  Cough cough cough, how can this woman be so shameless?

  He hooked up the corner of his lips and smiled, turned over his body and rolled to her side to sleep. It's great to be able to hug her at night, I must try to come back to sleep every night.

  Xiang Hong returned to the team's morning exercise, everyone felt particularly unexpected, suddenly appearing in the school so early in the morning, no matter how you look at it, it was too unbelievable.

  Reminds me of Ouyang Nana's gossip.

  Yesterday, her classmates in the class were worried after she followed Liu Daoyi and left.

  Ouyang Mengmeng secretly watched from a distance, watching the four police officers drive away with a sullen face, so angry that her eyes were about to pop out. Damn it, why did she think of calling Liu Daoyi? Wasn't he the one who brought Sang Hong into the No. 1 courtyard as a tribute in the first place?

  He knew about the ambiguous relationship between Sang Hong and that old man, calling him over was a real miscalculation!

  Ouyang Mengmeng regretted missing an opportunity to frame Sang Hongliang and was furious.

  Waiting for him to take Sang Hong away, looking at the chaotic class, he swayed over and said with a smile: "You can train as you like, don't worry, it's clear that Director Liu is very protective of her, I'm sure she'll be fine soon."

  "Director Liu is strict, but he still takes good care of his students, a true mentor indeed." Qin Qing listened to her words and warned her with a glance before continuing.

  Everyone felt that Liu Daoyi was quite righteous and admirable, protecting the students without fear of offending others. They had even more admiration for him, and at the same time, they felt that the school was very impressive.

  Ouyang Mengmeng left, and Qin Qing followed her together.

  "Mengmeng, why are you speaking in such a mysterious and ambiguous tone?"

  "Qin Qing, who's being ambiguous and mysterious between the two of us? If you still have feelings for Sang Hong, then just follow him and see where he takes her."

  Ouyang Mengmeng said it very calmly, as if she was talking about a fact that everyone knew, but he alone was unwilling to admit.

  Qin Qing hummed and left with a mind, following Sang Hong and Liu Daoyi soon discovered, pretending to leave, after calling Qin Luoshui, he secretly followed again.

  As expected, Liu Daoyi took Sang Hong to the No. 1 courtyard, Qin Qing clenched her teeth and felt a huge stone weighing heavily on her heart.

  He didn't even eat lunch and hid on one side to observe the movements there.

  Soon, he saw that No. 1 Courtyard was bustling with activity, with luxurious cars constantly arriving, but he couldn't see who was inside.

  He thought for a moment that these people must have come for Sang Hong's case, but what exactly was Sang Hong's background that could shock so many people?

  He remembered his uncle Qin Luoshui's entrustment, asking him to take good care of Sang Hong. If she had a background, why would there be a need for such an entrustment to a student like him? Where could someone with no one to pick her up or see her off go on a long trip alone?

  But how could an ordinary commoner like her easily come into contact with someone of that level?

  The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Sang Hong was Song Jingzhu's mistress, and these people must have been invited by Song Jingzhu to make peace with her.

  He felt suffocated and short of breath, turned around and left. How could such a clever girl be so confused, following that old man? Isn't she ruining herself?

  So when Sang Hong appeared in the team early in the morning, Qin Qing was on duty checking the number of people, and with a glance at the corner of his eye, he saw the person who had been thinking about him for a night.

  His heart was instantly filled with anger, Sang Hong - Sang Hong - she was obviously in Song Jingzhu's home overnight, and he had clearly let people see that she hadn't returned last night.

  In the morning training, he was frowning and kept picking faults.

  Sang Hong knew that this guy always spoke to her with unreserved sarcasm, so she naturally fought back, and Qin Qing was so angry that he simply switched Zhao Yibo and others into a group to fight against her.

  Xiang Hong alone was no match for Qin Qing, but she didn't show any weakness at all. His powerful suppression made her feel a bit hard to deal with, but it wasn't entirely impossible for her to counterattack.

  Qin Qing gazed at her with mixed emotions of love and hatred.

  This girl is now ugly, but why does that old man still like her?

  Just thinking that she might have been in that man's bed last night, flirting and laughing with him, turning around to face him, her words cutting like a knife without mercy, made her so angry that she used all her strength.

  He quickly backed Sang Hong into a dead end, and with a spin kick, he completely took her down. His knee was pressed against her leg, his arms locked around her shoulders, and he leaned in close to whisper:

  "How was yesterday's matter resolved?"

  Xiang Hong was pinned down by him, unable to fight back, and her heart was filled with regret. Her legs were so uncoordinated today that she couldn't even dodge his spinning kick. In addition to her frustration, she thought of the culprit Song Shuyu: "With the help of a few elders, it should be fine."

  The faint scent of his cologne wafted into her nostrils, the smell made her feel somewhat unaccustomed to it, and she blushed a little because she thought of that rascal.

  Qin Qing looked at the faint blush rising on her small face and suddenly thought that Ouyang Mengmeng's idea wasn't bad. With this plan, he could truly get close to her in a legitimate way, close to this woman who had disturbed his dreams countless times.

  Her small face was flushed with a tempting light red, her eyes narrowed against the light, looking slender, and that sparkling gaze made his heart beat with a dreamy glow.

  His large hand grasped her slender and soft shoulder, as if he could crush it with just a little force.

  But he was very clear that this lean body contained a soul that made him extremely yearn for and admire, and he also understood that such slender arms could swing out an unexpected left hook, and the limbs pressed under his legs could kick out a very beautiful backspin kick.

  What kind of woman is she after all, and why does he like her?

  Even the red freckles on her face, like the Big Dipper, made him feel as if he was touching something intimate.

  Crazy, crazy! Qin Qing gathered his scattered thoughts in defeat, his voice full of impatience and sarcasm:

  "Now that everything is over, why are you looking so listless? If you haven't recovered your spirits yet, then just go back to the dormitory and rest. Don't come in front of me and lose face."

  Xiang Hong had had enough and didn't care about her slightly weak legs, she spun both legs and escaped from his knee pressure, then kicked him in the head.

  Qin Qing dodged to the side, raised his hand and grabbed her ankle, twisting it as if to fling her body away. But Sang Hong's other foot had already kicked onto his shoulder, and with a nimble flip of her body, she landed steadily on her feet. She patted the dust off her clothes, eyeing him warily: "Hmph - just because you can't beat me in a fight, do you have to resort to sarcasm? You've been acting strange all morning, looking like you're not getting what you want."

  She wanted to cover her mouth as soon as she finished speaking, leaning against the wall, how could she say such things, she was really dizzy from being angry.

  As expected, Qin Qing raised his hand to rub the shoulder that had been kicked by her, and smiled as he leaned in close to her. His eyes were like a pool of rippling water, clear and deep, with slightly angular lips that curled up slightly, exuding a thousand kinds of temptation. He slanted a glance at her and smiled:

  "Men often feel unfulfilled in their youth, what good advice do you have?"

  This man is a complete rogue, more so than his uncle, and makes one want to take advantage of him!

  How dare you tease me? Xiang Hong thought that this was the result of being too outspoken, it was all because of Song Shuyu's **man, letting her speak more casually with him, and in this casualness, she inadvertently revealed her fox tail.

  Xiang Hong gritted her teeth, sparing him for now. He'd better not get too arrogant in the future or he'll have to answer to her. She immediately smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

  Qin Qing was startled by her flirtatious gaze, how could she suddenly become so seductive? Was this the same little girl who had just been pure and innocent, only to instantly transform into a charming woman? She was simply a fox spirit!

  He pretended to despise and shook off the goosebumps on his body: "Are your eyes twitching, crooked?"

  Xiang Hong's face turned red with rage, her mouth twitching as she let out a cold laugh. She raised her head and shouted towards the distance: "Zhao Yi Bo, come here! Today we'll use all our skills to teach Qin Xue Chang a lesson, I've had enough!"

  Zhao Yibo himself was robbed of the opportunity to practice with Qin Qing and Sang Hong, so he had a small fire in his heart. When he heard her call, he immediately threw away the other hand and jumped over.

  Qin Qing didn't take them seriously either, since it was time for the match, he let the two of them go up together, to cooperate and hone their skills more, he could also play freely now, venting out the bad air that had been stuck in his chest.

  The three of them immediately started punching and kicking each other, fighting fiercely.

  They fought until nearly noon without any outcome, Qin Qing called a halt and asked them to go to the cafeteria together for lunch. Sang Hong hesitated, looked at their eager eyes, and excused herself to the bathroom, where she called Song Shuyu and told him she wouldn't be back for lunch.

  Song Shuwei glanced at the full table of dishes and said calmly, "I'm not at home either, no need to report my whereabouts to me. Come back early tonight and we'll have dinner together."

  He hung up the phone and opened a bottle of wine on the table, pouring himself a full cup. He thought to himself, "Is this the mentality of all those resentful wives waiting at home from ancient times to the present?"

  It's probably even worse than how he feels.

  After all, he occasionally guest-starred, although some were disappointed, but not unbearable, and those waiting for men to return home for dinner, many are professional housewives.

  He turned around and entered the study, picked up a clean notebook on the desk, opened the pen cap and wrote down a line of words: "In the future when we are together, no matter what time it is, we must make an effort to rush back home for dinner, not letting her wait too long;

  "Try to keep her from becoming a housewife, I'm afraid that with her temperament she will get depression."

  I couldn't help but smile after finishing writing, this day has been spent thinking about someone else's future for so long, and I don't know when I'll be able to bring her back home.

  At noon while eating, Sang Hong was almost driven crazy by Zhao Yibo and Qin Qing's eyes that seemed to want to say something but stopped.

  "Qin Qing, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't keep looking at me secretly with a hesitant expression."

  "Zhao Yibo, you too, if you have something to ask, just ask directly, don't be so hesitant."

  The two boys exchanged a glance and thought it was better to swallow the doubts that had been lingering in their minds, neither of them wanting the other to hear any new information.

  Apart from Shang Hong eating with no care or concern, these two people simply didn't know the taste of food.

  Qin Qing proposed some improved methods for their movements in the afternoon to liven up the atmosphere.

  This topic is something everyone likes, and they immediately started chatting enthusiastically. Those former classmates looked at the small face with the red seal of the Big Dipper printed on it by Sang Hong, and felt that this style was indeed special. Maybe they should learn from it too, perhaps they could also attract Qin Qing, the number one school belle.

  The day passed in intense training.

  After finishing the afternoon training, Sang Hong rushed back to the dormitory. As she walked back, seeing that there was no one around, she hastily turned onto a side fork in the road and ran north along another main route.

  As soon as she entered the bustling activity area, she relaxed and started humming a tune, skipping and jumping towards the northern teaching staff dormitory building.

  She gazed at the tall building in the distance, thinking that the man she had been longing for might also be hurrying there with quick steps, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  Song Shuyu never knew that being alone could be so boring. Usually, when he had some free time, he would often forget about the time with just one book. But today was different. Starting from 4 o'clock, he began to listen to the school bell to determine whether it was class time or break time, and estimate when Sang Hong would return.

  Xiang Hong glanced at the road ahead, looked at the sparse small forest on one side that led directly to her home, and really didn't want to take the long way around the edge of the woods. She turned her toes and rushed straight over, planning to cut through the forest.

  She ran swiftly, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then used the elastic lock on her right wrist to hook onto a branch. Her body swung forward as she walked, making "whooshing" sounds with each swing, and soon she had reached the edge of the forest like a monkey.

  Qin Qing watched her enter the woods and knew that if she followed, she would be discovered. She looked at the direction she was heading in and immediately walked towards the Teaching Staff Dormitory Building along the main road with a calm demeanor.

  He ran to the outside of the gate, poked his head in and saw that Sang Hong had run to the elevator on the second unit, watching her press the floor button, he silently memorized it, as long as he found out whose property the house was, everything would be self-evident.