Chapter Eleven He Won't Like You Anyway

  My sister and I returned to the dormitory, first washing our hands, then finding our own beds and lockers. I carefully took out the second set of mini military uniforms from my bag, so as not to get mud on it, after all, that military backpack was quite good-looking, also in dark green color.

  We both walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and changed out of our dirty clothes to get cleaned up, because this was just too filthy!!!!!

  We chatted while washing, and my sister asked me first, "Little friend, how old are you? Why did you come here?"

  "Sister, my name is Jian Luo, simple Jian and neat Luo, 13 years old. I was sent here because of a bet with a rich and powerful second-generation boy in my class. Actually, I wanted to come anyway, so it doesn't matter." I didn't want to talk too much about why I came here, so I briefly summarized it.

  "By the way, sister, you haven't answered me yet. What's your name? And what is an instructor?" I asked again.

  "My name is Tan Xiaolin, and to put it simply, an instructor can supervise the training of officers in a camp." My sister also replied, "Right, you said you made a bet with someone and were sent here?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "It seems that boy has quite some power, being able to break military rules for you." My sister said thoughtfully.

  "He probably likes you!" "Wha... wha... what?!" I almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

  "How is this possible? Sister, you're talking nonsense!" I said in a spoiled manner.

  "I'm not talking nonsense, he can break the army's rules for you, it's not just about having power that can be done." Sister said with a sly smile.

  "He's just been trying to suppress me since I entered school! Besides, I already have someone I like, but he's in the US now. And besides, how could someone like him possibly like me? He's been targeting me since I entered school..." I argued strongly, but regretted it afterwards...

  "Haha, oh~~~ He's probably trying to get your attention~~~" her sister teased.

  "Hmph! Nonsense, I hate it, I won't look at you, I'm angry! I'm leaving!" After saying that, I grabbed my clean clothes in a huff and rushed out of the bathroom with my hair still dripping wet.

  Behind her back, she heard her sister's laughter "Still just a kid after all."

  After I changed into new clothes, I was in a dilemma... what to do with these dirty clothes covered in mud and water?

  Sister also came out of the bathroom, holding a bunch of dirty clothes in her hand. I asked, "This, do you wash it yourself or what?"

  "Of course I washed it myself." My sister wiped her neat short hair.

  "Alright then, I'll do it myself." I took off my good clothes and kept them at a distance from myself. I wrapped my long hair in a towel for the time being, although it wasn't down to my waist, it was still quite long.

  I didn't wash myself before, not that I never washed, but this muddy water is too hard to wash. I struggled for a long time and finally washed it clean a bit. Never mind, if it's not clean, so be it. I hung my clothes on the bathroom window.

  I untied the towel wrapped around my hair, and my long hair was let down. I had only wiped it a few times when I heard my sister, who was already packed up, urging me to hurry at the door. I couldn't do anything about it, so I just combed it quickly and left.