She even overheard so conversations, and their content was quite explicit.
Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, and her body was starting to heat up.
As Liang Jiajia's moans continued to echo, Jiang Yiren's body sent signals of emptiness. She squeezed her thighs tightly and bit her lip firmly, trying to resist the strange sensations in her body.
But the commotion from the room next door was so loud, it seed like they had completely forgotten they were still living here.
Aside from Liang Jiajia's cries, she could even hear the sounds of bodies colliding crystal clear.
Jiang Yiren pursed her lips, buried her head under the covers, and pressed her hands over her ears, trying not to listen.
After a while, she let go of her ears, only to find the sounds hadn't disappeared.
She couldn't tell how long had passed, but eventually, the room next door quieted down.
She picked up her phone and saw it was almost eleven o'clock.
They had been making noise for over half an hour.
The warmth in Jiang Yiren's body gradually dissipated. She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.
Just when she was about to drift off, the commotion from next door started up again.
That night, Jiang Yiren didn't fall asleep until past two in the morning.
Fortunately, the next day was the weekend, otherwise, she'd certainly be lacking energy.
When she opened her eyes the next day, it was already past ten in the morning.
Jiang Yiren got dressed, pushed open the door, and glanced at the room next door. The door was tightly shut, suggesting they were still asleep.
After washing up, she suddenly didn't know what she should do.
So she sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
It was only after eleven o'clock that the door opened.
Liang Jiajia had on a loose shirt and stepped out of the room, her fair, long legs visible.
Underneath the shirt and below, she wasn't wearing anything.
As a woman, Jiang Yiren felt a bit embarrassed to even look.
"Morning," Liang Jiajia smiled at her and walked into the bathroom.
She hadn't brought anything the night before, so after showering, she washed her underwear and hung it in the bathroom to dry.
The clothes she wore were all Song Guanchao's.
Since it was only Song Guanchao and Jiang Yiren here, it didn't matter if she was seen.
When Liang Jiajia erged from the bathroom, she had already put on so underwear.
After she freshened up, Song Guanchao also ca out of the room.
"Not gone yet?" Song Guanchao mumbled, thinking Jiang Yiren had already left.
His unconscious remark made Jiang Yiren feel a bit uncomfortable.
Once he finished freshening up, Jiang Yiren ca out with her suitcase: "Song Guanchao, let treat you two to lunch. After lunch, I have to head to Party School first."
"Let's eat at the hotel."
Having tired himself out the night before, he didn't want to run around.
They went to the hotel buffet. Though they sat together, Song Guanchao and Liang Jiajia were consistently chatting and laughing like any couple.
And she was like a third wheel, silently eating without joining in.
The al was quite uncomfortable for her.
After eating and returning to the room, Jiang Yiren bid them goodbye, pulling her suitcase.
"Let see you off."
"No need, I'll just take a taxi myself."
Jiang Yiren declined his offer, knowing well that Song Guanchao was just being polite.
After she left, Liang Jiajia said, "She doesn't seem in a good mood."
"What does that have to do with ?"
"Co on, let's get so more sleep."
Song Guanchao wrapped his arms around her and headed into the room, and soon enough, the sounds of pleasure could be heard inside.
That afternoon, he accompanied Liang Jiajia shopping.
Around four, he received a call from Jiang Yiren.
"Song Guanchao, are you coming over today?"
"What's up?"
"They're registering at Party School here, and there's staff verifying the training class attendees. You might want to co over."
"Alright, I got it."
Dealing with these formalities is the most botherso, but in the official world, you have to accept the rules.
No matter how pointless these formalities seem, you can only abide by them.
"I need to head to Party School."
"Are you coming back tonight?"
"In theory, unless it's necessary, you have to stay at Party School. But nobody really checks this."
They're all adults, and those attending the Youth Class are at least deputy-level.
Song Guanchao himself is a Standard Level official.
It's unlikely their personal freedom would be restricted.
It's just that being a bit obedient can leave a good impression on the training class instructors.
"Then if you can stay out, it's better if you don't co out."
Liang Jiajia said, "Party School is off on weekends anyway, we can et up then."
Song Guanchao acknowledged: "I'll go check it out first, and once I'm familiar, I might skip so classes to see you."
Liang Jiajia replied, "I'm quite busy, might not be able to find ti."
As they chatted, they reached the parking lot, and Song Guanchao saw her off first.
She's living with Liang Jianfeng now, so it's quite safe in that regard.
Nearing five o'clock, Song Guanchao arrived at Party School, registered himself, and was granted access.
He parked the car, slung his bag over his shoulder, and for a mont didn't know where to go.
The vast Party School felt empty, without a single person in sight.
Finding his way was too troubleso, so Song Guanchao had to call Jiang Yiren.
"Secretary Jiang, are you at Party School?"
Song Guanchao asked, "How do I navigate this place? I've been searching for ages and haven't seen anyone."
Jiang Yiren clarified his location and asked him to wait for a mont.
Minutes later, Jiang Yiren jogged over to find him.
Song Guanchao asked, "Why is this place deserted?"
"It's the weekend, and it's al ti, so everyone is in the canteen. Let take you to eat first, and after we can go to the dormitory."
"Alright, thanks."
"This ti for the training class, it's just us two from Lingjiang, no need to be so formal with ."
She didn't like Song Guanchao being so distant.
Arriving at the canteen, there were plenty of people, and a quick glance revealed at least a hundred.
This was much more than Song Guanchao anticipated.
They got their food and went to a vacant table.
Song Guanchao asked, "How many people in a class?"
"Around thirty."
Jiang Yiren's look was peculiar: "Did you not learn about the Youth Class before coming?"
"No."
"…" Jiang Yiren was sowhat exasperated.
Typically, leaders would inform him of the Youth Class's significance, surely advising him to take it seriously.
Yet, it turned out he hadn't inquired at all.
"A provincial Youth Class includes four separate classes, primarily featuring bureau-level officials for Youth Class One and Two, and county-level officials for Youth Classes Three and Four."
At this point, Jiang Yiren paused: "I'm at Standard Level, technically I should be in a city-level Youth Class, but Secretary Qu recomnded ."
Song Guanchao said, "We were both recomnded, without it, we couldn't be here."
Jiang Yiren shook her head: "You're different from ."
"How am I different?"
"Youth Classes primarily consist of three categories of students. The first is fillers, where the unit doesn't want to spare key mbers for training, so they selected so marginal young people to attend; this is more common at grassroots levels, less so higher up."
"The second category is people like , performing well, young with potential within the unit, receiving praise from main leaders or even the leadership team. This category makes up the largest portion."
"The third category is those set for promotion, attending the Youth Class simply to complete the cadre promotion training task. This is rare, and that's where you belong."
If she hadn't ntioned it, Song Guanchao wouldn't know that trainees in a Youth Class could be divided into different tiers.
According to her, he ranks among the top in the Youth Class.
Then inside this canteen of a hundred or so people, a large portion must be re fillers.
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