Volume 1 Chapter 75 Return to School * Wounds and Twists

  Xiang Hong was so tired that her eyelids were drooping, and it was clear that she was no match for Zhao Yanran in either mental or physical state at this moment. She had no idea that Zhao Yanran had already seen her and Song Shuyu leaving the hospital together, and she secretly prayed that this woman wouldn't find out about her relationship with Song Shuyu, lest she provoke her.

  Zhaoyan had long recognized Sang Hong, she was clear about everything, intentionally speaking ambiguously and nonsense, just to find an excuse to see how he would introduce Sang Hong to her.

  In such a public setting, Song Shuyu naturally couldn't introduce Sang Hong's private identity; this detail, however, made Zhao Yanran secretly delighted, his attitude probably proving that he wasn't necessarily running towards marriage with this girl.

  He can introduce Xiang Hong as his girlfriend in front of Mei Lan, probably to dispel her illusions; but when facing himself, he doesn't introduce Xiang Hong's identity as his girlfriend. Doesn't this prove that he is hesitating between the two women?

  She was in high spirits and naturally more energetic and spirited.

  She naturally knew Song Shuyu was tired and had gotten what she wanted, so she shut up in time and didn't bother him.

  She could see San Hong's nervousness, being bitten by the poisonous insects in the forest and having a face full of blisters. If it happened to any girl, she would probably be unable to accept such a terrifying consequence.

  She was even mistaken for a boy by her, and she didn't speak out to clarify, it seems that this little girl is also someone who can't take action, can't handle big scenes, what kind of person is qualified to be her opponent.

  She was fortunate to have escaped the disaster, and did not intend to humiliate Sang Hong again in front of Song Shuyu. She accompanied them to the front of the team with great tact, and Song Shuyu waved his hand at the drum and bugle corps, nodded slightly, and walked away from the cement path on the edge of the formation.

  Xiang Hong let out a sigh of relief, but her mood was somewhat stifled. The most embarrassing moment and the mortal enemy facing each other, anyone else would probably find it hard to be happy.

  She was even mistaken for a boy, and didn't dare fart, really pathetic. She had never experienced such an embarrassing and suffocating moment in her life. Forget it, she's still worried about herself, can't even open her eyes, and is thinking about being jealous, really becoming stupid.

  Song Shuyu bid farewell to everyone and drove home with Sang Hong directly.

  All along the way, Hong Xian didn't say a word, Song Shu Yu was surprised by her abnormality and glanced at her, saying: "Does your face still hurt?"

  "Hmm..." Sang Hong leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes with a lack of enthusiasm.

  "What's wrong?" Song Shuyu asked.

  "My nose is uncomfortable, it's like there's a pungent smell that makes me want to sneeze, and my face hurts when I speak. My mouth is wide open, what if the wound on my face splits open?"

  Xiang Hong whispered, her mouth barely open, looking pitiful and sorrowful.

  Song Shuwen wrinkled his nose and sniffed, following the scent to glance back at the bouquet of flowers Zhao Yanran had given him that he had tossed onto the back seat.

  "Where did that smell come from?" He raised an eyebrow, suspecting that this girl was eating Zhao Yanran's vinegar.

  Indeed.

  "Later." Xiang Hong replied dully without even opening her eyes.

  Just ahead was a checkpoint. Song Shuyu stopped the car with an expressionless face, reached out to grab the bouquet of flowers from the back seat and handed it over when they passed the guard post.

  The sentry was taken aback.

  "Standing guard every day, it's hard work." Song Shuyu smiled and said.

  The sentinel's face turned red, took over the flowers and held them in his arms, excitedly saluted: "Not hard work, thank you Song Tuan!"

  Song Shuyu opened a distance and asked: "Do you feel better now?"

  Xiang Hong detected the amusement in his voice and didn't hesitate, it seemed they still had an understanding between them. She chuckled and said: "Much better, I was thinking, could this be due to a pollen allergy?"

  "Uh-huh, it's possible that being too tired can lower your immunity and make your nose more sensitive. Let's check it out another day and figure it out. From now on, when I give you gifts, at least I'll know whether flowers are a taboo for you or not."

  Song Shuwei smiled and comforted her in a serious tone, "Don't worry too much, the wound on your face will heal, Mei Jie is a very famous medical expert, she has carefully researched and formulated medicine with excellent therapeutic effect."

  Xiang Hong pouted, the sour taste in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and it overflowed: "Mei Jie Mei Jie, besides her, is there no other doctor under the sky? It's exhausting just hanging around her mouth;

  And then there's Zhao Yanran, looking at that demon-like appearance, should be your sister Zhao, you really have good fortune, sisters, one is more outstanding than the other;

  Unexpectedly, I saw two of them in one day, their eyes shining like flashlights when they looked at you, and they even flirted with you right in front of me. Now that we're apart, who knows how they'll seduce you?

  "Haha, my little girl knows how to be jealous now, this proves that my position in your heart is more important than your intense training, I'm very satisfied, this already proves that my efforts have made our relationship progress and improve."

  Song Shu said with a smile in his heart.

  Xiang Hong looked at his pleased expression, and her mouth itched. These two days have been tense, she didn't even have the energy to make jokes, no wonder she was so tired.

  She tried not to move too many muscles on her face and said calmly:

  "Oh, your words are really profound, it's like a sudden enlightenment for me. I've decided to find an opportunity to also let you taste the bitter fruit, otherwise I wouldn't know what position I hold in your heart, isn't that too stupid? Not even using the moves taught by such a great master."

  Song Shuoye heard that she was joking, just about to be happy, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but want to smile wryly. This clever girl is really hard to deal with! He accidentally dug his own grave again.

  "You dare to be like this, wait and see how I'll punish you." He ground his teeth and smiled threateningly.

  "Hmph, if you don't change this flirtatious habit of yours, let's just wait and see, I'm waiting for your punishment." Sanhong mischievously blinked her eyes.

  Song Shuwei said seriously: "Flirting with flowers and provoking grass? Hong, this joke can't be played, the hat is too many, too big and too heavy!"

  I really regarded Mei as a sister and respected her. She had kindness towards me and helped me when I was most lonely and desperate.

  I grew up with Yanran, when she was my sister. Our family had only boys, from our grandfather's generation to ours, there was only one girl, and that was Yanran. I cherished the bond between sisters very much. When I grew older, I understood the difference between familial love and romantic love, and I wouldn't let them get mixed up.

  Xiang Hong looked at him seriously defending himself, and her heart couldn't help but relax a bit. She of course trusted his character, but also couldn't help but sigh that he was an honest man who valued relationships, to the point where even smiling felt a bit forced.

  You think so, but others may not think so. He leaned back in his soft chair, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

  Mind your own business, when soldiers come we'll defend, when water comes we'll hide in the earth, being overly cautious will only lead to self-destruction of the Great Wall!

  Xiang Hong made up her mind to be more subdued and humble, to reduce her temper a bit so that the wound on her face would heal faster. As a result, she no longer paid attention to those two women.

  ……

  As they watched Xiang Hong follow Song Shu Yu out, Zhao Yan Ran couldn't help but ask her subordinates: "Did you see the woman following Song's team?"

  "Look at that, I thought it was a handsome guy comparable to Wang Xiaoshuai, but unexpectedly it's an ugly girl. Maybe women who want to be special forces soldiers are all abnormal females."

  The conductor of the orchestra was deeply regretful.

  "Is that a woman? Flat chest, flat butt, and that face... *cough cough*... I dare not say more..."

  Someone in the team spoke out and caused everyone else to burst into loud laughter.

  "Right, looking at the people getting off the plane, they're all in groups. She can be with someone as powerful as Song Tuan, I reckon she's either got an extraordinary background or is exceptionally skilled."

  A female soldier came over to gossip.

  Zhao Yanran glanced at her, the big boss was not happy. Although she also thought that Sang Hong might be quite capable, but whether a woman being capable was an advantage or disadvantage, she reserved her opinion.

  He said lightly: "Song Tuan has always been very good to his subordinates, perhaps it's because she is too weak that he takes care of her."

  The captain was the most discerning, and she naturally understood her superior's thoughts. She smiled and said: "No matter how extraordinary she is, just look at her face, and you should understand that she is at least ugly to a different extent. I think Song Tuan would not have taken a liking to her, and his concern was for the sake of his subordinates. The water-poisoned forest mosquito, it's said that if you get bitten, it's basically equivalent to disfigurement."

  Zhaoyanran smiled brightly at her and felt relieved: "Withdraw the troops, let's go back."

  ……

  Who is Zhao Yanran?

  She can endure and wait, how could she easily yield to a young whippersnapper?

  It's not over until it's over; whoever laughs last, laughs best.

  That day, she heard Mei Lan'er say that Song Shuwei brought his girlfriend to see a doctor, and then she saw Sang Hong smiling and turning around Song Shuwei with a radiant smile. That dazzling scene made her feel like the whole world had lost its luster in an instant.

  She listlessly turned around and drove away with them, watching as they all went to the Lin family's gym together.

  She was afraid of running into him and having no room for maneuver if she went in; if she didn't go in, her heart would be like being fried in a pot of oil.

  She helplessly sat at the tea house across the street, drinking tea by the window for an entire afternoon, until she was melancholic and lost in thought, waiting for them to come out. She then followed them to a Western restaurant for dinner, watching as Sang Hong ate with a rough and savage demeanor, leaving Song Shuyu bewildered as to why he would fall for such an uncouth woman.

  Is it that she's had enough of elegant women and wants to try something new? But if Song Shuyu's character was like that, she would have turned around and left a long time ago.

  She sat in the tea house that afternoon and easily learned about Sang Hong's origins from Zhao Gan Kun, overjoyed.

  Her nephew Zhao Yibo is also attending university in that school.

  Zhao Gan knew her mind just like everyone knew Sima Zhao's heart back then, so he kindly advised against it:

  "Look, this time Shu Ye seems to have put his heart into it, accompanying him all the way and teaching him with such seriousness. His face is smiling like a calabaza opening its lid, I've never seen him so happy before. You'd better not go bother them."

  "Second brother, am I your sister or is she your sister? You don't even know which way to twist your arm." Zhao Yanran said coquettishly.

  "I certainly know where I'm going, I'm just advising you out of kindness, so mind your own business."

  Zhao Qiankun stopped talking at this point, they were all adults after all, he didn't want to make a fuss.

  Zhao Yanran let out a disdainful snort: "If we were like you, the Skylark in our team would have flown away with their eyes wide open. You need to work harder and stop hovering around the periphery."

  Zhao Gan was immediately shut up by her and directly hung up the phone.

  Zhao Yanran took Shang Hong's matter as her current top priority, put away her phone and immediately went to school to see Zhao Yibo.

  She was straightforward and went straight to the point when she saw Zhao Yibo, asking him about Sang Hong.

  "Ah, Auntie, I've tried to contact you several times, but you were always performing. How come you suddenly appeared here without a word? Is it just to ask about Sang Hong's situation?"

  "It's not entirely like that. The key is that you called me several times, and I didn't even have a chance to chat with you for a few words. Now that I'm free, I came over to take a look, worried that you might have something important to tell me."

  Zhaoyan also had some worries about this nephew, he and his flirtatious old dad were simply two different kinds of people. That kind of goods that left emotions everywhere could give birth to such a pure and good son, she was full of sympathy for the child, always willing to help, but the child never asked her for anything.

  This repeated contact, and his hesitant manner on the phone, made her feel a sense of vigilance.

  "Hey, Auntie, how's Sang Hong and my classmate doing at your place?" Zhao Yibo lowered his head to gaze at the white ceramic coffee cup in his hand, stirring it with a spoon.

  Zhao Yanran's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, how could Sang Hong possibly be with her?

  It suddenly dawned on him that this was Song Shuyu's legitimate reason for taking Sang Hong away from school, and Song Jingzhu could cover for him. Apparently, Sang Hong had passed his test.

  She went to my place for a spin, and then she couldn't stay still, so she went to the army's boot camp for devil training. I guess she'll be back in school in two days. Your military training is nearing its end, and the special forces selection competition will begin soon. She should come back to participate.

  "What is a boot camp?" Zhao Yibo's heart skipped a beat, vaguely understanding what that place was, but still holding onto hope.

  How could Hong possibly transfer from the cultural troupe to that place, it's a military unit, without any connections how can you just go wherever you want?

  "The contestants who participated in the special forces selection competition in the troops were temporarily formed." Zhao Yanran narrowed her eyes and sized up her nephew, seeing his expression when he mentioned Sang Hong, she was an old hand, of course, understood the possibility implied by that expression.

  "Auntie, what do you think of her?"

  Zhao Yibo pursed his lips and looked at her carefully.

  "Not good, a girl who wants to be a special forces soldier is still a girl after all? Too dangerous, liking such a girl is simply asking for trouble."

  Zhao Yanran expressed her stance clearly, but she was a bit puzzled in her heart. How could this steady and obedient good child also like that little girl?

  "Auntie, aren't you a soldier too? Sang Hong is straightforward and has a strong personality, but she's actually very easy to get along with. Why do you dislike her?"

  Zhao Yibo spoke up for Sang Hong.

  "Yi Bo, my aunt is a soldier, but my job isn't dangerous at all. What's special about special forces? Don't tell me you don't know, there's no comparison here. My aunt doesn't dislike her either, do strangers need to dislike each other?"

  "If she were to become your girlfriend, I might dislike it, I don't want your glass heart to break into two halves."

  Zhao Yanran immediately expressed her attitude and cut off her nephew Meng Yu's budding secret crush.

  "Auntie, don't think too much about it. There are many boys who like her just as I do. I'm sure you won't have the chance to dislike her. How could she possibly become my girlfriend?"

  Zhao Yibo's face was gloomy, and his smile had a bitter taste that didn't match his age.

  Zhao Yanran reached out and grasped his hand that was clenched tightly on the edge of the table, patted his palm, and comforted him:

  "Bo Bo, you're excellent and outstanding, there must be many girls who like you. That girl is too proud and too wild, she's not your type, if you force yourself to be with her, you'll get hurt."

  Zhao Yibo nodded: "I understand."

  "Alright, what did you want to see me about recently?"

  "Nothing, just wondering how she's doing at your place, wanted to ask you to take care of her a bit. Looks like I was worrying too much, probably some big shot is taking care of her already?"

  Zhao Yibo's expression returned to calmness, and he said with some self-mockery.

  "You're a clever kid, you can think of everything. Auntie doesn't want to see you get hurt." Zhao Yanran heard the probing in his self-mockery and didn't plan on saying more, but also didn't deny it, hoping to let him completely give up.

  "I understand that I shouldn't be sad, I never had the luxury of hoping she could become my girlfriend, always thought it was good enough to just look at her, but with this intense training, the chances of being selected as a special forces soldier are probably even higher now."

  Zhao Yibo said, lowering his head and taking a sip of coffee, the melancholy in his heart and the tears in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

  "Auntie understands the taste of liking someone. In fact, being able to meet someone you like is already a blessing from heaven. Cherish it and become trustworthy classmates or comrades-in-arms, which will bring much more happiness than being romantic partners, and the feelings will also last longer."

  Zhaoyan felt that her nephew was a bit too weak, but she also understood the flashing tears, how sincere and helpless they were.

  "Ah, thank you Auntie, in our family, you're the only one I can speak freely with." Zhao Yibo said softly.

  "Nonsense, except for your aunt, your dad, mom, grandfather and grandmother all like you very much. Everyone mentions you with pride. Boys should be strong as iron, don't be self-pitying. Few people like girls with such a soft temperament."

  Zhao Yanran smiled and comforted him.

  "Alright, Auntie, I don't need to tell you about Xiang Hong's character. She is brave and strong, has a strong sense of collective consciousness, is charismatic, clever, and approachable. She can easily draw people to her side. In short, standing by her side makes one feel full of positive courage and energy. Do I need to say more?"

  Zhao Yibo struggled to maintain a smile and joked with her.

  Zhao Yanran patted his shoulder and said, "Understood. To be able to attract a calm and steady child like you, she must be a wise and powerful beauty. Aunt has never doubted your eye for people. Study hard, strengthen your training, and don't lose to girls."

  After bidding farewell to each other, Zhao Yanran did not become disheartened due to her opponent's great charm, but instead was overjoyed.

  Xiang Hong has so many pursuers and is in college, at this age, emotions are most prone to change, plus Song Shuyu is such a introvert, I estimate that after a long time, the two will be mutually disgusted with each other.

  If she just waits patiently as usual, her fate will surely be moved by her devotion.

  Hasn't fate already given her a sign?

  It would be great if that girl's face got ruined, let's see how long Song Shuyu can still like her, I reckon she'll be sent back to school directly tomorrow, hehe!

  Next, Song Shuwei will be busy day and night, no matter how busy he is, they will follow the teacher's department celebration banquet after the party is absolutely necessary to participate in, at that time, hee hee, her chance won't come.

  ……

  Back home, Zhao Yanran lay on her bed, carefully planning her own happiness.

  Her phone suddenly rang, she picked it up and saw that it was her nephew Zhao Yibo, so she answered with a smile.

  "Auntie, has the army been busy lately?"

  "Busy, just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush." Zhao Yanran couldn't stand this kid's habit of always being too ambiguous.

  "Ah... okay, the selection match is starting in a few days, that... that..." Zhao Yibo felt short of breath as soon as he mentioned Sang Hong's name, and knowing that his aunt didn't like her made him even more nervous.

  "What's that?" Zhao Yanran interrupted him bluntly.

  "When can Sang Hong come back? I'm worried she's missed it, can you..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when Zhao Yanran said displeased: "Can't, wasn't it told to you that you and she can only be classmates and comrades-in-arms? How come you always cross the line?"

  Everyone in the class was anxious, but they couldn't get in touch with her, no one had her phone number, even as classmates, shouldn't they try their best to remind her of such an important matter concerning her future?

  Zhao Yibo was stabbed by his aunt's cold-bloodedness and sensitivity.

  Zhao Yanran heard the disappointment in his words and immediately laughed: "I was just teasing you, who let you little boy never take the initiative to ask me for news, so long since we last spoke on the phone and it's still because of that San Hong guy? Auntie is jealous."

  Zhao Yibo suddenly smiled, Auntie didn't get angry, she must have told Sang Hong the news.

  "Sorry, it won't happen again." He apologized.

  "I reckon it'll take another year and a half before you proactively call again, after San Hong returns to school, you'll probably forget about your aunt again." Zhao Yanran teased him.

  "I didn't call because I knew you were busy and didn't want to bother you too much. In our family, the one I like the most is Auntie."

  Zhao Yibo hastily expressed his attitude, saying he really liked this aunt who was truly close to him.

  "Why is your speech so sweet all of a sudden, like you've drunk honey water? Alright, considering it's rare for you to say something so pleasant, I'll give you some good news: that girl might be back tomorrow."

  "When you see her next time and still like her, Auntie will encourage you to chase after her. After all, one shouldn't waste their youth! Don't be influenced by Auntie's attitude."

  Zhao Yibo was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly, stuttering: "Tomorrow? She'll be back tomorrow? That's great, great! Auntie, I really love your thoughtfulness, haha."

  Zhao Yan said silently: "As for being happy like this? Get some rest early, that girl must have become much stronger, nourishing her spirit and energy, tomorrow when we meet again to exchange blows, don't let others look down on us."

  But deep down, I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. I didn't know what kind of shock he would be in when he saw the appearance of Sang Hong tomorrow. A young man like him should have placed more importance on a girl's looks.

  She felt a little ashamed, her magnanimity was built on his suffering, and she was worried that stopping him would make him resentful, so she reluctantly pretended to be generous.

  She thought that when he saw the terrifying face of Sang Hong tomorrow, he would extinguish that madness. In any case, she didn't want her nephew to come and muddy the waters as well.

  "Definitely, once our dorm's evening training is over, I'll rest and hang up."

  ……

  Xiang Hong and Song Shuyu arrived home, the air they had been holding in finally dissipated. At this moment, she didn't have the courage or mood to look in the mirror. The two entered the house and simultaneously collapsed onto the bed in the bedroom to rest.

  Song Shuwei felt that it would be better to clarify some things, otherwise tomorrow he would get up at 5:30 to go out for exercise, and she would go out for intense training at 4:30. They might not see each other again until very late tomorrow night.

  "Alright, starting tomorrow, I'll definitely be very busy. You can either continue to follow the intensive training class alone or stay home and rest, whichever is fine. I'll make time to come back and see you. Reminder: the military academy selection competition will start in just a few days, so you need to seize the time."

  "Hmm... Alright then, you can arrange for someone to send me back tomorrow. You said I need a partner, and it's about time we get familiar with each other;

  If you stay here, you'll be busy and worried about coming back to accompany me, both of us will delay our work.

  That's no good."

  Xiang Hong flipped over onto her back, facing away from him, and said without thinking, her face changing into this state, she really didn't want him to see it.

  "Red, don't want you to leave, thinking of you leaving, this bed will be empty for such a large space, how can I get through the cold and desolate night?"

  Song Shuwei stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace, turning around to face each other, carefully covering her head with his own chest.

  This girl is too sensitive, if he doesn't comfort her properly, this wound will likely hurt her heart.

  Xiang Hong saw the reluctance in his eyes and couldn't help but smile, yet still felt warmth in her heart for his affection.

  "Oh dear, oh dear, it's not like we won't see each other again, after all, we can meet on Sundays."

  "Then you have to remember, Sundays are mine, don't go around having fun and forget about me, wait for me to come find you." Song Shuyu declared domineeringly as he hugged her.

  "Good." Xiang Hong nodded and kissed him lightly, responding very briefly.

  Song Shuwei saw that she could take the initiative to offer a kiss, and immediately took advantage of the situation to deepen the kiss. After a while, he let go, extremely regretful, and smacked his lips:

  "The mosquitoes in that forest are luckier than me, look at how bravely they bite you; they bite you but harm my benefits, I wish I could suffer for you instead."

  "Hehe, don't be regretful, I'll take good care of my face. Once it's healed, I'll return all your benefits to you. However, if there are scars or blemishes left on this face, will you still have an appetite for it?"

  Sang Hong pretended to be nonchalant and said.

  "How is it possible that there are signs of memory, and when you lose your way, the characteristics on this missing person notice will be more obvious. In fact, if a woman's experience leaves some marks on her face, it can be very attractive to people, it will make people more curious or loving."

  "Red, I like you no matter what." He carefully held her face, his words sincere and earnest.

  Xiang Hong finally lowered her eyelids, relaxed and fell asleep embracing him face to face.

  The next day, Sang Hong woke up and found herself alone.

  She got up absent-mindedly, walked into the kitchen, saw the porridge simmering on low heat, emitting a fragrant aroma, and several appetizing dishes on the table. She smiled slightly, turned around to take her medicine, pinched the ointment for external use, hesitated, and walked into the bathroom.

  She closed her eyes tightly, stretched out her arms and walked forward until she touched the mirror in front of the washbasin.

  "Heaven forbid, don't be too scared!" she whispered, then squinted her eyes and began to sneak a peek at the face in the mirror.

  She let out a loud cry of "Ah---" and widened her eyes, which pulled on the swelling on her face, causing her to tear up.

  All I saw was the face in the mirror, once delicate and pale, now terrifyingly covered with seven large red swellings the size of thumb nails, bulging high, each with a small hole on top, looking like pinholes, red and seemingly piercing through to her bones. Ahhh, how could that mosquito's mouth be so long and poisonous?!

  One, two, three...

  That whole face looks like a brilliant starry sky, with big and small swellings scattered all over.

  Fortunately, the pain is no longer triggered by a single touch, and those small lumps are no longer painful.

  Especially the four on the left and three on the right are particularly noticeable, red, bright and painful. Look at that appearance, it's as if a special North Dipper Seven Star pattern decoration was made on the face!

  Monster!

  She couldn't imagine how Song Shuyu endured sleeping face to face with her for a whole night, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, wasn't he scared thinking that the thing in his arms was a monster?

  She flipped over and leaned against the wall, swallowing the surging tears, her wound couldn't get wet, of course she didn't dare let it flow down.

  Finally, she no longer felt like crying. She got up and stood in front of the mirror, messing with her hair, then took out disinfectant and carefully applied it to each strand, after which she began applying medicine. From today on, this was all she could do; she couldn't even wash her face anymore.

  I only hope this medicine is as effective as Mei Lan'er said, it's estimated to be very good, because she clearly felt the coolness and comfort after applying the medicine.

  ……

  Zhao Yibo slept very well last night, his heart finally calming down with the return of Sang Hong.

  After a good night's sleep and morning exercise, he was excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, extremely spirited, even so excited that he didn't have an appetite for breakfast, constantly yearning to run to the school gate, and not knowing what to do when calm.

  He was just about to go out for another stroll when he looked up and saw Qin Qing strolling leisurely into their department.

  This guy probably likes Sang Hong too, coming here to report every day, and as usual, Sang Hong gives them a task list, sometimes pointing out a few tricks, and sometimes just to bully them specially. No way, can only bear with it since not as skilled.

  "What time is it now? Has the morning physical training ended or hasn't it started yet?" Qin Qing lazily asked, leaning against the door frame.

  After seeing through his true face by Sang Hong, he was not only in front of Sang Hong, but also in front of their classmates, where was the elegant and free-spirited appearance outside?

  His handsome appearance made the flower-loving girls in the class sigh, and they all obediently passed by with silly smiles, lining up to start training; The boys also respectfully greeted him and started training.

  It's obvious that girls are yielding to his good looks, while boys are yielding to his fists.

  Zhao Yibo came to this conclusion, but stood still, in these two aspects he couldn't compare with Qin Qing. But how did this class become his domain? However, it was five minutes past eight, why did he come to pick on him for being late again?

  Qin Qing's eyes quickly scanned the room, not seeing the figure she longed to see, and was about to turn around in disappointment when her gaze fell on Zhao Yibo standing with his arms crossed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

  "What?"

  "It's nothing, I just think you're coming too often." Zhao Yibo suddenly felt very annoyed that he appeared in front of him.

  "Oh dear, have I come too often? Just two trips a day, that's all."

  His words had barely fallen when a burst of laughter erupted in the training room.

  Qin Qing narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings dangerously, and those people immediately shut their mouths. He turned his head to glance at Zhao Yi Bo, but didn't respond to his words, feeling that he was being too abnormal. That girl wasn't even here, so why did he still involuntarily run towards this place?

  Alas, he had always been expecting that one day when he was walking down the street with a scowl on his face, that little girl whose face he had almost forgotten would block his way on the road - but this possibility seemed unlikely, and even if she came back, she wouldn't go see him first.

  Instead, he would often find himself wandering to their class's territory, only to return disappointed time and again.

  After inquiring from all sides, it turned out that she had been borrowed to the cultural troupe of the troops to help prepare programs. Alas, there was no news for so long, and he suspected that this little girl might have disappeared.

  Zhao Yibo looked at him calmly.

  Qin Qing knew he was the class leader, and also knew that he absolutely wasn't his opponent, but such a blatant provocation was obviously defending his own class's autonomy.

  Are they fed up with his tyranny?

  After Sang Hong left, the training atmosphere of their class became worse and worse. Except for a few particularly diligent people, others had long lost their enthusiasm, and only he persisted in the original training plan, just not wanting her to be disappointed when she came back.

  But why hasn't she come back yet?

  "In the past as before, give me a good honest crawl on the ground for practice." Qin Qing pursed his lips, displeased.

  "I was training as usual before this morning, why can't you train with me like before? You used to be like an admirable elder, now do you know what you are like?"

  Zhao Yibo felt that his whole body was anxious and eager to be released, otherwise, if he kept shuttling back and forth near the school gate like this, he would definitely be caught by the inspectors and locked up in detention, missing the time to see Sang Hong.

  "What's wrong?" Qin Qing was also very uncomfortable. Whoever would be provoked by someone early in the morning wouldn't have a good face.

  "Scoundrel, rascal." Zhao Yibo gritted his teeth and spat out the words he had always wanted to say.

  "Who is a rogue? Who is a hooligan? Whoever has the stronger fist has the right to speak."

  Qin Qing said as he turned around to face the crowd in the room: "Students who agree with Zhao Yibo's views can come over and fight alongside him. I've always liked to speak with my strength."

  Qin Qing raised his hand to unbutton his coat, took it off and threw it on the table by the door, and began to move his wrists, ankles and various joints of his body. He couldn't be sure how many people in this class would stand up, but he wasn't afraid.

  Here is the translation:

  "Coming again to make excuses to beat them up."

  Zhao Yibo also started unbuttoning his shirt, but compared to Qin Qing, his physique was much thinner, with a slender and sturdy skeleton, and not a single muscle lump could be seen.

  The people in the room fell silent, watching the two of them start fighting, and remained silent.

  Some people were hesitant, a class should be consistent on the outside, but Zhao Yibo was no match for Qin Qing even if he was strong. Many boys in the class were intimidated by Qin Qing's fists and were timid and hesitant.

  There have been similar attempts at resistance in the past, but each time, apart from getting beaten until their faces were swollen and bruised, they would only be met with even more intense training.

  Guo Lili broke through Laili's block and stood up straight.

  The surroundings were silent, unable to tell whether the gaze was one of sympathy or shock - what's wrong with this pampered guy today, how did he suddenly have so much courage.

  Zhao Yibo was somewhat unexpected but also relieved, after all there were still people who had the courage to stand up and stand with him, and he immediately shook his head with a bitter smile:

  "Go back, I understand your feelings, but you came up just to follow and get beaten, I was afraid of accidentally hurting you so I couldn't let loose my fists."

  Only then did Guo Lili walk up to him, undaunted, and the room fell silent, apparently moved by her bravery. All that was heard was her saying:

  "Zhao Yibo, forget it, let him practice if he wants to, don't fight with him anymore."

  Those shocked faces were all filled with amusement, and many people struggled to hold back their laughter at the disparity, after all, they weren't any better than her.

  Qin Qing let out a loud "Hah!" and burst out laughing. He raised his hand, pointing at Guo Lili, then circled his finger to point at all the classmates:

  "Female hero, I thought you were a heroine who wouldn't let men get in your way, but it turns out you're actually the one who's been plotting against me."

  "You're really funny, he's provoking me and then just practicing quietly? Let me tell you, this won't work. Today I won't let him kneel here begging for mercy, he probably won't remember the lesson that trouble comes from one's mouth."

  Lai Li squeezed out of the crowd, walked up to them, and pushed Guo Lili, who had been humiliated to tears, back into the team. He turned around and said, "I'm with the class leader now, just in time for the competition to start. How can we let such a good opportunity slip away?"

  Her Mandarin has improved a lot, but it still sounds a bit strange.

  "Is it just the two of you? In a whole class, only these two hard bones are left, haha, now I understand why during the Anti-Japanese War, a few Japanese devils could control a county town with an area of hundreds of miles?"

  You guys don't have any sense of unity or shame at all, and you just behave after being beaten a few times?

  "How did I end up with a class like yours for so long, it's too embarrassing."

  Qin Qing burst out laughing loudly.

  A clear voice came from behind him: "Qin, I disagree with your view."

  This voice... This voice... Qin Qing and Zhao Yi Bo turned around together in disbelief, their faces full of smiles... Only to see a slender figure standing against the light, appearing exceptionally tall and majestic.

  That figure stepped into the training room, Qin Qing and Zhao Yi Bo were both shocked with wide eyes. Those who had been trained to the point of not being able to lift their heads also looked up at the sound, Sang Hong, she's back.

  As soon as they saw Shang Hong's face clearly, almost everyone lost their voice collectively.

  "What's wrong with you guys? Don't you think I'm Sang Hong? Are you going to beat me up and throw me out of here?"

  Xiang Hong's voice was crisp and warm, with a hint of gentle laughter, as she walked step by step to their side.

  Lai Li couldn't help but exclaim and rushed over to hug her: "Sang Hong, you're back, it's really you! What happened to your face?!"

  Qin Qing also found her own voice: "Sang Hong, how did you get yourself into such a sorry state?"

  "Who bullied you, we'll all find someone to accompany you." Zhao Yibo looked at the curved eyebrows full of smiles, if it wasn't Sang Hong, who was it? She really came back.

  "What's going on?" Qin Qing carefully examined the swelling on her face, and involuntarily reached out to grab her hand, anxiously asking with concern.

  Xiang Hong smiled and skillfully freed her hand, laughing openly: "I've become like this, do you still have the appetite to flirt with me?"

  Everyone burst out laughing at once.

  Qin Qing was shocked by the strength in Sang Hong's hands and her agile and nimble movements.

  Xiang Hong looked at the familiar faces gathering around, smiling and saying: "I'm sure everyone can't imagine, this thing was bitten by mosquitoes in the tropical jungle, it's poisonous, look, isn't this shape very unique?"

  "What kind of mosquitoes... I mean, how big are the mosquitoes that can bite to such a terrifying state." Lyle was very close to her, and it was a shocking sight.

  "It's about this big." Xiang Hong stretched out her hand and gestured.

  Accompanied by bursts of sobbing sounds.

  "Everyone, don't keep staring at the swelling on my face. Once you get used to it, it's nothing. Are they more interesting than I am?" Her humor made everyone understand that this tough guy's mental state was not ruined by the wound, and they all smiled wryly, but still looked at her with a mixture of shock and pity.

  "By the way, Qin, I personally heard you humiliating our class, what's going on?" San Hong changed the subject.

  "Ask them."

  Qin Qing didn't plan on saying it, there was just him here, what he said probably doesn't count.

  Everyone was staring at Zhao Yibo.

  He's a man of integrity, can't do things that harm others. Although he wanted to ruin Qin Qing's impression in Sang Hong's heart, his conscience wouldn't allow him to do so. He cleared his throat and spoke with difficulty:

  "Qin Xuechang gave everyone a strict training, just like when you were here. I felt that it had been so long since we last sparred, so I provoked him a bit. Then, as you saw, only Laili and I fought side by side, which is why he said those words. It was my fault for being excessive."

  "Obviously he's intentionally making things difficult for people, you were so brave just a moment ago, how come when there's someone in charge of justice, you don't dare to speak up?"