On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter
Chapter Summary
However, the feeling he had in this training uniform was quite different from the model-like sophistication of Shen Xinghe and the powerful aura of Wang Lan. Among the many people who came downstairs, only Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe were neatly dressed and stood upright, making them stand out from the chaotic crowd. Chen Mo's breathing remained steady throughout, as if he had merely taken a walk; he even had time to look after Su Yuqing.
The moonlight, like quicksilver, bathed the quiet campus in a peaceful and beautiful light.
However, this tranquility lasted until six o'clock the next morning, when it was violently shattered by a sharp whistle.
"Beep—beep beep—!!
"Urgent and loud, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone, it instantly pierced through doors and windows, exploding in every freshman dormitory room.
"Holy crap!
What's going on?!
" Wang Lan jumped out of bed with a start, still half asleep, her hair a mess.
Li Zhe had already sat up, quickly reached for his glasses and put them on.
"Military training is about to begin.
This is the assembly call.
"On the opposite bed, Shen Xinghe had already woken up before the whistle sounded.
He was meditating cross-legged on the bed.
As soon as the whistle sounded, he immediately opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright, completely unlike Wang Lan's drowsy state after just waking up.
He nimbly rolled out of bed and began to change into the training uniform that had been issued before the National Day holiday.
Shen Xinghe truly lives up to her reputation as a model; a person with a great figure is simply someone with a great figure.
The slightly loose and ordinary training uniform, worn on his slender and tall body, somehow gave him a cool and neat look.
A belt cinches the waist, highlighting a slender figure, while the trousers are tucked into matching combat boots, making the legs appear even longer and straighter.
He stood there with his back naturally straight and his shoulders level.
Even before he put on his military cap, his unique demeanor, somewhere between a student and a soldier, gave his ordinary uniform an indescribable air of uprightness and asceticism.
On the other hand, the situation was quite different for Li Zhe, who was standing next to him.
He was rather thin, and his frame was not as well-proportioned as Shen Xinghe's.
The same training uniform always looked a bit loose on him, with the shoulder line sloping slightly, requiring him to pull it up from time to time.
He adjusted his glasses, his face clouded with worry.
He tried to straighten his collar, but he always appeared somewhat clumsy and bookish, like a weak scholar who had mistakenly put on an adult's clothes.
There was a clear disconnect between him and the attire that symbolized strength and discipline.
In stark contrast to Li Zhe's gloomy demeanor was Wang Lan, who was already in high spirits.
Hey!
These clothes feel great!
Loose and comfortable, I can move around freely!
Wang Lan is tall and strong.
His training uniform is stretched taut by his full chest and arms, exuding a sense of power.
He quickly got dressed, then excitedly jumped up and down a couple of times, waving his fists with a look of eager anticipation: "Perfect for stretching my muscles!
Let the instructors see what real strength looks like!
"Li Zhe couldn't help but think that it would be great if Wang Lan's boundless energy could be balanced with his own lethargy.
Compared to his three roommates, Chen Mo was the calmest.
The whistle was as familiar to him as the sunrise every day.
He sat up almost simultaneously, his eyes instantly focused, and without the slightest hesitation, he began to dress and fold the blankets.
The skills he honed in the military allowed him to immediately get back into action, even after a relaxing vacation.
Once he was dressed in his uniform, he looked exceptionally dashing and heroic.
However, the feeling he had in this training uniform was quite different from the model-like sophistication of Shen Xinghe and the powerful aura of Wang Lan.
His uprightness is different—like a pine tree that has been tempered a thousand times, calm and reserved, yet rooted in the earth, carrying a tenacious strength.
Every detail of his training uniform looked just right on him: the collar was neat, the epaulets were straight, the belt was just the right tightness, and the trouser legs were neatly tucked into his boots.
He simply stood there, his gaze calmly sweeping over his slightly disheveled roommates, and the military bearing he possessed, ingrained by professional training and almost ingrained in his bones, naturally flowed out, blending perfectly with his uniform, as if he was born to wear it.
Although Chen Mo applied to a police academy, the military and police are integrated.
Before leaving school, he underwent military-style training.
When they opened the door, dressed in their best, the corridor was filled with chaotic footsteps and shouts of surprise and complaints.
The entire dormitory building was like a pot of boiling oil with stones thrown in, instantly becoming a commotion.
The girls' dormitory was also in complete chaos.
The scene was rather comical when eight figures dressed in identical green military uniforms hastily gathered downstairs at the dormitory.
Zhou Yue's hat was askew, Lin Xiaoxiao's collar wasn't turned up properly, Zhao Ya's shoelaces were untied, and Su Yuqing was still struggling with her unruly hair.
Seeing the four girls' expressions, the boys all burst into laughter.
As a result, he got beaten up.
Among the many people who came downstairs, only Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe were neatly dressed and stood upright, making them stand out from the chaotic crowd.
"My god, what a scene...
" Wang Lan was speechless as she watched more and more classmates running downstairs like headless flies.
"Stop looking, hurry up and find our class's meeting point!
" Zhou Yue grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao, who had just finished adjusting her collar, and ran towards the playground.
On the parade ground, the flags of each company and class had been raised.
The instructors, dressed in their regular uniforms, had stern faces and hawk-like eyes that swept over the chaotic ranks of freshmen, occasionally issuing short and powerful commands.
They painstakingly found their college's formation in the crowd.
Just then, a somewhat familiar-looking boy from my class came running up, panting, holding a makeshift class sign and shouting, "Eight-year program students, this way!
Stand in line!
The drill instructor is here!
"The eight people, like lost sheep who had found their group, quickly squeezed through.
Most of the students in the class were still sleepy-eyed, disheveled, and their faces were filled with confusion and helplessness.
In contrast, Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe's composure stands out.
The instructor's sharp gaze swept across the class, lingering briefly on Chen Mo and Shen Xinghe before moving away.
His gaze held scrutiny, but also a hint of barely perceptible approval.
"Attention!!
" The instructor's voice was loud but not harsh.
A commotion arose in the crowd, and they managed to stand up straight.
"Look at the state of you all!
Sloppy and dragging your feet!
" The instructor's voice was devoid of any emotion.
"I am your instructor for this military training.
My surname is Lei!
Over the next two weeks, I will show you what discipline and military bearing are!
""Beep—!
" Another whistle blew.
"Now, everyone, stand at attention!
Jog three laps around the track to warm up!
"In an instant, the whole place was filled with grief.
The weather was still quite hot after the National Day holiday.
Although these three laps were just a warm-up, most people were panting and sweating after actually running them all.
After all, everyone has just come out of the holiday.
Many people have been used to relaxing for the past seven days, so it's natural to feel unaccustomed to this sudden change from quiet to normalcy.
Wang Lan, relying on her good stamina, was relatively relaxed; Li Zhe's face was pale, and he was barely holding on; the girls were drenched in sweat, and Lin Xiaoxiao was practically clinging to Zhou Yue.
Chen Mo's breathing remained steady throughout, as if he had merely taken a walk; he even had time to look after Su Yuqing.
(End of Chapter)