Dallas Taylor tapped the flower stem on her forehead and curled his lips, saying, "Alright, let’s all head back."
As the words fell, he turned and walked toward the military vehicle that was to take him away.
"Instructor!" Mia Ginger suddenly called out to him from behind.
Dallas had already reached the back of the vehicle. He heard her calling and slowly turned around.
"Take care!" Mia shouted loudly, waving a bunch of flowers in her hand at him.
Dallas tightly clutched the fragile flower stem in his hand.
He gave her a deep look without speaking, nodding slightly from afar.
Then he turned again, swiftly getting into the vehicle.
He sat all the way inside.
Mia watched as the vehicle departed, feeling a sudden itch in her eyes for so reason.
She raised her head to look towards the horizon.
The sky was high and the clouds were distant.
A faint crescent moon still hung in the sky, like a phantom.
She suddenly rembered a serious comnt from Dallas not long ago, "Young lady, when water is full, it spills; when the moon is full, it wanes. Feelings are the sa; if they are too much, people usually can’t bear the weight."
That was sothing he had said days after they argued at the school gate, during a lull in an evening singing session. He had looked at the full moon in the night sky from afar and suddenly made the remark.
It sounded like a piece of advice.
She found herself without a way to argue back.
Mia suddenly sighed, holding her flowers, turned, and headed back to the dormitory with the others.
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Friday, October 4th.
After military training concluded, the freshn had a two-day holiday.
The four weeks of training were utterly exhausting. Koa Jackson had surgeries scheduled all day on Saturday, so Mia didn’t contact him and spent a day resting at ho before returning to school on Sunday.
At six o’clock in the afternoon, everyone in the college gathered in the advisor’s office for roll call and sign-in.
Afterwards, each class held its first class eting, staggered by ti.
Class Seven’s eting was scheduled at eight-thirty.
When the ti ca, forty-two students gathered in an empty classroom in Teaching Building No. 3.
The advisor, Alexander Miller, soon arrived.
He raised his eyes, glancing around the room, and then stepped onto the podium.
He took out a mo, gave it a quick glance, cleared his throat slowly, and said, "The main item for today’s class eting is to elect our class representatives."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a murmur of whispers inevitably filled the classroom.
"Quiet!" Alexander picked up an eraser, slapped it, and frowned, "Just finished military training and already forgotten the rules? I haven’t even started talking yet, what’s there to discuss?"
Starting off with a reprimand, the students naturally quieted down again.
Alexander continued, "After twenty-eight days of military training, I believe you all have gotten to know each other to so extent. Our election will be conducted by anonymous voting. Each of you will write down the nas of nine individuals. The person with the most votes for each position will be elected. Understood?"
"We have to write down nine nas in total!" a student exclaid in surprise, "But the school year just started. Can we abstain?"
"You may abstain from the entire vote, or from individual positions," Alexander said, as he turned to write nine titles on the blackboard, explaining while writing, "Each of you should first write down nine numbers corresponding to the class positions. If you’re abstaining from any position, put a cross below it."
The room was silent.
"Any other questions?" Alexander asked.
"No."
"Alright then, everyone take out a piece of paper."
Upon Alexander’s instruction, the students exchanged glances and then lowered their heads to search for paper and pens.
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