Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 281 Military Training

When Song Huan pushed open the dormitory door, Zhang Yang and Liu Yu were sitting on the floor eating instant noodles.

The two people looked up at the same time, their gazes fixed on him like searchlights.

Zhang Yang put the instant noodles on the table, chopsticks still stuck in the noodles, stood up, walked over to Song Huan, and looked her up and down.

"Where did you go?" Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed.

Liu Yu also came over, pushed up his glasses, and said, "We've been waiting for you for ages. Where's your childhood friend? The one from Dongda University?"

Song Huan sat down, crossed her legs, and wore that smug smile. "What childhood friend?"

"It's the one who asked you to deliver sanitary napkins," Zhang Yang's voice rose a half-octave. "Didn't you say you were going to see her when you left this afternoon?"

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, and said slowly, "Oh, her. I saw her, and then..."

He deliberately dragged out the sound.

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu both craned their necks.

"Then they kissed."

The dormitory was quiet for a moment.

Shen Yan leaned out from the top bunk, his phone dangling in mid-air, the screen still lit.

"You fucking..." Zhang Yang's voice trembled, "Really?"

Song Huan closed her eyes, looking completely blissful. "The feeling... how should I put it? It was soft and warm, like biting into a freshly cooked glutinous rice ball. No, it was even softer than a glutinous rice ball. It also had a hint of honey grapefruit tea flavor, and it was sweet."

He smacked his lips, as if savoring the memory.

"You!" Zhang Yang's voice trembled. "You betrayed the organization."

"Yes." Liu Yu said seriously, "The rule in room 409 is that whoever gets out of being single first is a dog."

Song Huan opened her eyes, looked at their frustrated faces, and laughed even harder. "I'm not in a relationship. We just kissed, we're not together."

Zhang Yang's eyes widened. "One kiss doesn't count as being together?"

"Of course not." Song Huan said seriously, "This is called the ambiguous period, do you understand? The ambiguous period. It's normal for people like you who have never been in a relationship not to understand."

Zhang Yang's lips twitched.

Liu Yu's lips twitched slightly.

The two men looked at each other, then pounced on each other at the same time.

"You fucking!"

"That's outrageous!"

Song Huan was pinned to a chair by two people, one choking her neck and the other tickling her.

He laughed and dodged, but the chair slid back a bit and bumped into Shen Yan's bed frame.

Shen Yan pulled his foot back, looked at the three people rolling around in a heap below, shook his head, and continued scrolling through his phone.

After a while of commotion, Zhang Yang finally let go, panting, "Just keep gloating. Don't come crying to us when they dump you someday."

Liu Yu sat back down, picked up the instant noodle bowl again, stirred it a couple of times with his chopsticks, and found that the noodles had clumped together.

He glanced down, sighed, and continued eating.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled.

Shen Yan leaned out from the top bunk and looked at him. "Is that girl from Dongda University really that pretty?"

Song Huan thought for a moment, "It's alright."

Zhang Yang nearly spat out his instant noodles. "Is it alright? If it's alright, why are you kissing her?"

Song Huan shrugged. "Maybe it's because I'm handsome. Sigh, that's the trouble with being a handsome guy."

The dormitory fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Yang put the instant noodle bowl on the table, stood up, and said, "I'm going to eat."

Liu Yu also stood up, "I'll go too."

The two walked out of the dormitory one after the other. As the door closed, Zhang Yang's voice, though low, couldn't hide his anger, echoed in the hallway: "What gives him the right?"

Liu Yu's voice was even softer, "That's right, he's not as handsome as me."

"You? Give me a break."

"What's wrong with me? I wear glasses, I'm polite."

"What good is being polite?"

The sound faded into the distance.

Shen Yan smiled, put his phone next to his pillow, lay down, and looked at the ceiling.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed.

But he wasn't thinking about Xiao Yunqing; he was thinking about someone else.

The next morning, 409 became lively.

Zhang Yang was the first to jump out of bed. His bare feet touched the cold floor, making him wince, but he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

He rummaged through the closet and pulled out his military training uniform, unfolded it, and stood in front of the mirror to compare it to his own.

He was wearing camouflage, his shirt was a bit too big, his pants were a bit too long, and the brim of his hat was stiff. He put it on his head and looked at himself in the mirror from left to right.

"Is he handsome?"

Liu Yu leaned down from the top bunk, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Looks like a security guard."

"A 14-day military training camp, a lifetime of military service, do you know that!"

Zhang Yang took off his hat and threw it at Liu Yu, who shrank his neck to dodge it, and the hat landed next to the pillow.

Liu Yu picked up the hat, put it on his head, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Shen Yan sat up in bed, her hair sticking up, and yawned.

He glanced at his two roommates below, who were arguing over a hat, then got out of bed expressionlessly and took out his military training uniform from the closet.

As a refined young man, his clothes were ironed yesterday, folded neatly, his belt was buckled at his waist, and his hat was worn properly.

Standing in front of the mirror, she stood in stark contrast to those two oddly shaped figures.

Buyer's photos and seller's photos.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, then at himself, and silently straightened his hat.

Song Huan was the last to get up.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took his military training uniform out of the bag, shook it, and put it on the bed.

Then I took a few sanitary napkins from under my pillow, unpacked them, and stuffed them into my rubber shoes.

The soles of the shoes were originally very hard, but after adding the padding, they became much softer when stepped on.

He put on his shoes, stood up, and stomped them down hard.

Comfortable.

He took two more new pieces, folded them, stuffed them into his pocket, and patted them down.

I'm afraid it won't be enough.

Zhang Yang watched his movements and his lips twitched. "You actually padded it?"

Song Huan stomped on her shoes a couple of times, feeling them out, and said, "What else?"

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, then took a piece and stuffed it into his shoe.

After stepping on it twice, my eyes lit up.

"Holy crap."

Liu Yu also came over, took a piece, stuffed it into his shoe, stomped it down, pushed up his glasses, and said, "Indeed."

Shen Yan stood to the side, watching the three people using sanitary napkins as shoe insoles, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then extend your hand.

"I'm a college student, give it to me."

……

The playground was already full of people.

They were all freshmen wearing camouflage uniforms, a huge, colorful mass stretching from under the podium all the way to the edge of the track.

Some people were looking for their class, some were tying their shoelaces, some were squatting on the ground eating steamed buns, and some were taking pictures with their phones.

The entire playground was like a pot of boiling porridge, bubbling and gurgling.

As soon as Song Huan appeared, a lot of people surrounded her.

"Class monitor! Where do we line up?" A girl with a ponytail skipped over, her face round and her eyes bright.

Song Huan recognized her; it was someone from her class, Lin Xiaolu, whom she had mentioned during her self-introduction yesterday.

Several girls nearby also joined in, "Yeah, yeah, all the other classes are already lined up, but our class is still scattered."

Song Huan glanced at the playground.

Indeed, some classes were already lined up in two rows on the track, while others were still waiting under the shade of the trees.

There was no unified assembly arrangement for the entire grade; each class had to find their own seats.

He was about to speak when his gaze suddenly stopped.

In the crowd, a girl was holding up a sign and standing on tiptoe to look in this direction.

The sign was large, white, with the words "Computer Science Class 0710" written in red ink.

The person holding the sign is Xia Rou.

She was wearing a camouflage outfit, her belt tightly cinched, and her ponytail tied high. Standing there, she looked like a stubborn little blade of grass.

The sign was heavy; she held it for a while, and it kept slipping down, but she gritted her teeth and lifted it up again.

Sweat was already forming on my forehead.

Song Huan led the group over.

When Xia Rou saw him, her expression changed from anticipation to gritted teeth.

"You still know to come?" Her voice was low, but every word was filled with fire.

Song Huan glanced at the sign. The words on it were written neatly, and the corners were reinforced with transparent tape. It was clear that a lot of thought had been put into it.

"Not bad, they even knew to get a plaque for the class. This awareness and execution are truly commendable for a class monitor."

Xia Rou was so angry she almost threw the sign at him. "Didn't you hear the counselor call you yesterday to come down and collect the class signs?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

Yesterday at noon, an unknown number did call. He was eating at KFC with Xiao Yunqing, glanced at the number, didn't recognize it, and hung up.

I forgot about it later.

His expression remained unchanged, and he smiled broadly. "This was a test from the organization. The class monitor has to do some work too, right? Sacrificing for the class is only right. See, you've passed the test, haven't you?"

Xia Rou looked at him, opened her mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

His chest heaved, as if he was trying to suppress something.

[How did they let such a shameless person become class monitor? Is Teacher Zhou blind? Oh well, I won't stoop to his level.]

Song Huan heard this, smiled, and didn't say anything.

He turned around, raised his hand, and said, "Class 0710, come over here! Three lines for boys, two lines for girls!"

The line was quickly formed.

Song Huan stood at the very front, and Xia Rou stood at the first in the girls' line.

She stood the sign up beside her feet, shook her aching wrist, and glared at Song Huan.

Song Huan pretended not to see it.

Just then, Zhang Yang and Liu Yu's voices, though low, couldn't contain their excitement.

"Wow!"

"Holy crap!"