After packing up my luggage and locking away the important stuff, even the dication—I don’t have a malicious heart, but I’m full of caution.
The call to assembly music started, and Luo Qianqian put on her hat and followed several others out the door, even reminding Li Qi to lock it well.
"I always feel like soone is plotting against ." After sneezing, Luo Qianqian muttered softly.
Although I don’t know for sure if soone is scheming against right now, I’m aware that I’ve caught the eye of that dark-skinned instructor. A slight move and he’d watch for half a day—no doubt Luo Yanhai had asked for a favor. However, standing at attention isn’t much of a problem for Luo Qianqian, after all, it happens once or twice every year. Yet, I can clearly sense the looks of sympathy or schadenfreude around —it’s easy to spot who’s a friend at a glance.
Just as Luo Qianqian was considering whether to feign fainting, I heard an "aiyo," and Zhao Shiyu collapsed on the ground, biting her lower lip tightly.
The instructor rushed over upon seeing soone fall and asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"
"Reporting to the instructor, I feel a bit dizzy, might be heatstroke," Zhao Shiyu evaluated the instructor, who seed worried about her well-being—great, she could take a rest.
But the instructor glanced at the shade above her head, then sighed at Luo Qianqian who was motionless in the sun, thinking this girl was really pampered. Not at all like a child from the Luo family, she could still endure like this: "Then go and sit in a shady spot for a while."
"Instructor, she was already in the shade. Look at that younger girl persisting over there," Qiao Xiyang could see the instructor treated Luo Qianqian differently, but he didn’t detect any malice. It seed like he was just tempering Luo Qianqian, so he chid in from the side. Half of his spot was also under the tree, and he could feel how hot it was over by Luo Qianqian.
"That girl?" Following Qiao Xiyang’s gaze, it landed on Luo Qianqian, who wasn’t looking back at the commotion—the instructor nodded in approval: "That girl is outstanding."
Zhao Shiyu clenched her teeth. Luo Qianqian is outstanding, does that an she’s terrible?
If Luo Qianqian had heard that, she would definitely nod and respond, "You’re the worst."
"Dismissed, everyone can rest under the shade," the dark-skinned instructor announced.
Luo Qianqian caught the hand signal Luo Yanhai made towards this side and his satisfied face, and thought to herself: Dear second brother, your lovely sister will keep a note of this, and you’ll know once you’re ho.
"So tired..." Chu Ci fanned herself with her hand and approached Luo Qianqian, "Do you think you should faint for a bit? They seem especially strict with you." Chu Ci had been wandering around and hadn’t received as much attention as Luo Qianqian—it was obvious she was being singled out.
"If they find out I’m faking an illness, I’ll die a horrible death." Because Luo Yanhai would be very worried, he might even contact the Master. If it becos known that it was just to avoid military training, the Master wouldn’t even need to speak—Shufan would co back to deal with it directly.
"Actually, there’s another way," Luo Qianqian whispered to Chu Ci, "You could pretend it’s your ’ti of the month’; surely no one would dare to check." But she couldn’t use that excuse herself, because, as of now, that ’ti of the month’ doesn’t exist for her.
"Good idea." Fu Mingxue’s eyes lit up, then still addressing Chu Ci, "You go ahead, I can hold up."
"No way, Qianqian hasn’t fallen yet." Chu Ci shook her head, looking at the instructor standing in the sun, black as charcoal, and suddenly let out a laugh, "Do you think the instructor is so dark because he’s always in the sun?"
"Could be natural, we’d have to check his belly and thighs to know for sure," Luo Qianqian blinked, after all, her several brothers and an uncle all have snow-white legs, wheat-colored chests, backs, and charcoal-black arms, hands and necks, yet the face is okay, no scrimping on sunscreen. These past years under the influence of Luo Qianqian, they’ve also taken to skin care, all sorts of soy milk, milk, sunscreen. After all, it’s a caring gesture from a sister (niece), just slap so on when free, and they did get sowhat lighter, although it’s not too noticeable.
"Hooligan, tell how can you tell by looking at the instructor’s belly?" Gu Yanzhi was left speechless by Luo Qianqian’s words, "Could it be that you want to say, let’s see if the instructor will give birth to a boy or a girl?" Rembering how Luo Qianqian touched her own belly and said that her round stomach would surely result in the birth of sothing ball-shaped, he couldn’t help but smile.
"Isn’t that simple?" Luo Qianqian showed a sly smile and yelled toward the instructor, "Instructor, our class leader wants to see your abs and ask for so tips on how to train them."
As she spoke, she pointed her finger at Gu Yanzhi. Qiao Xiyang quickly moved back, looking away to indicate that he had nothing to do with this person. Fortunately, he hadn’t spoken up, Qiao Xiyang inwardly celebrated his luck.
Chu Ci lowered her head, holding back her laughter. Seeing Gu Yanzhi’s innocent look was truly satisfying for her; she was more than happy to watch as he fell into the trap.
The dark-skinned instructor looked at Gu Yanzhi and nodded.
Gu Yanzhi braced himself to stand up; having been sold out by Luo Qianqian, he was the class leader, and couldn’t lose face. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed it down and looked at the instructor with a smiling face, "Instructor, the girls in our class really like abs, there’s no helping it, I have to work hard."
Glancing towards Luo Qianqian, Luo Qianqian tilted her smiling face upward, right, she liked them, definitely better than a beer belly—looking at those fatty ones could make one feel full.
The dark-skinned instructor lifted his camouflaged shirt to reveal his abs, smiling shyly, "It’s nothing, just practice more and you’ll have them."
Looking at a belly dark as his face, Luo Qianqian murmured lowly, "Seems like he’s naturally very dark."
With a forced smile, Gu Yanzhi continued to ask, "Then how do you train?"
"Sit-ups, lying leg raises, and high leg lifts are all helpful," the dark-skinned instructor said, touching his head, seemingly a bit embarrassed, as he pulled his shirt back down.
Luo Yanhai listened to Class One’s topic of conversation, feeling a mix of amusent and frustration. How had it turned into a fitness seminar? And his sister seed so focused on it.
"If you’re well-rested, let’s continue promptly," Luo Yanhai coldly dropped a sentence as he passed by the dark-skinned instructor.
"Hey, isn’t that Luo Qianqian’s sweetheart, the instructor?" Zhao Shiyu looked at Chu Yu with a puzzled face, "How co he seems quite prestigious? That girl really has so ability."
Chu Yu snorted coldly, feeling sowhat flustered as she looked at Luo Yanhai’s handso features.
Hearing Luo Yanhai’s words, the dark-skinned instructor quickly gathered the troops and continued the military stance drill.
"Luo Qianqian, I heard you brought apples?" Gu Yanzhi had a calculating look, "As compensation for earlier, give one, no need to give one to Qiao Xiyang."
Qiao Xiyang pursed his lips and said nothing, always the one to be bullied. Why doesn’t he try bullying Chu Ci?
"That’s doable, one for you, okay." Luo Qianqian thought it over, deciding to give two more to Qiao Xiyang, and two more to Luo Yanhai later. She would bring out five apples in the evening, "Then wait for after dinner tonight."
After finishing, she winked at Qiao Xiyang, who imdiately understood. He nodded behind Gu Yanzhi, a smile spreading across his face.
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