Chapter 102 Military Training: Romantic Relationships Have No Future

“There are so many people.” Rong Jun frowned. “How come some people aren’t wearing anti-suppression patches? They have no manners.”

After trying on their military training uniforms, the two carried the clothes back to their dormitory. On the way, they saw senior students riding electric bikes past them, looking completely unfazed by their profuse sweating.

There are shared bikes at school, but you can also buy an electric scooter. Wen Han plans to bring her own electric scooter when she has time.

Rong Jun was carrying a military training uniform, which made him look like a freshman. He was also a gentle and cute Omega type, and many senior students came up to talk to him along the way.

Rong Jun refused, saying, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

The other person's gaze shifted slightly to Wen Han, their eyes revealing deep suspicion, and Wen Han unconsciously became wary.

"You're gay, junior. OO relationships have no future."

Wen Han was furious: "What kind of look is that?!"

Rong Jun finally managed to stop the enraged Wen Han after a long time: "Alright, alright, don't bother with this kind of person."

"snort."

By noon, they were hungry, and there was a canteen near their dormitory, which they heard was recently built.

It was too hot, and neither of them had an appetite. The cafeteria was full of freshmen and their parents. Rong Jun said, "Let's have fruit salad. We won't have to wait too long."

After searching for a while, Wen Han finally found an empty seat. Only after sitting down did she remember her important task. She quickly took a few photos, arranged them into a nine-grid layout, and posted them on social media.

When did Zhang Yongqi request to be a friend? Wen Han thought for a moment and clicked "accept." Heh, let Gu Cheng's underlings be envious behind their backs.

Jing Yu never posts anything, so even if Wen Han wanted to spy on him, there was nothing she could do.

He clicked into Jing Yu's homepage, and the system suddenly spoke up: "Host, you can see who has visited your homepage."

Wen Han was so frightened that she quickly retreated.

He put down his phone and was about to start eating when he saw that Rong Jun was also holding his phone, and he had to pick it up to reply to messages whenever it rang.

Wen Han asked, "Is it your parent?" Wen Qingke had sent a bunch of concerned messages, which reminded Wen Han to set him to "Do Not Disturb." She wanted him to focus on selling his chicken collarbones and send fewer messages.

"No, he's my boyfriend."

Rong Jun's boyfriend is also a freshman, though they're not at the same school. He must be very busy, so why is he sending so many messages?

"Host."

"Hmm?" Wen Han was eating an orange. She should have known better than to take fewer oranges earlier, as they would weigh her down.

"What if Jingyu sent you that many messages?"

"Jing Yu wouldn't be that annoying."

Rong Jun sighed softly. Seeing his worried look, Wen Han teased, "Anyway, we're both in Linjin, so it's not difficult to see each other normally, is it?"

“I always felt he was unhappy,” Rong Jun said. “He originally wanted me to go to the same university as him, but I refused.”

Wen Han choked and covered his mouth. Rong Jun quickly took out a tissue.

While wiping her hands, Wen Han wondered, "Do all Omegas carry around these square mini tissues like Rong Jun?"

"What university did he go to?" Rong Jun said the other person went to an arts school, so he must be an art student.

After Rong Jun spoke, the system found that the university's admission score was more than 100 points lower than that of Linjin University.

Why is he angry? Wen Han immediately labeled Rong Jun's boyfriend as a petty man who is suspected of being impotently furious.

*

When Wen Han first entered high school, she and her classmates underwent a week of military training, during which time her body turned two different colors. She never imagined that university training would last two weeks.

After they finished washing up and turned off the lights, just as they were about to go to bed, there was a sudden loud bang outside.

Fat Nai jumped straight into Wen Han's arms, and Wen Han gently patted its back: "Is it going to rain?"

Rong Jun opened the weather app and exclaimed with delight, "It'll either rain or be cloudy for the next week, great!"

Wen Han was naturally overjoyed; that meant she could stay in the dorm and play!

"Don't move! Don't talk!"

With the rain so heavy, Wen Han couldn't hear what the instructor was saying.

Wen Han thought that the heavy rain meant she wouldn't have to do military training, but after waiting for a long time, no message was sent in the group chat. In despair, Rong Jun dragged her to the playground.

"Pfft, pfft, spit!" Rainwater streamed down his face from the brim of his hat. Every time he opened his mouth to shout a slogan, a large mouthful of rainwater came out. People around him were spitting out rainwater, and Wen Han copied him.

The military training uniforms became much heavier after being soaked in water, making them feel like they were being dragged down, and they were also very uncomfortable to be stuck to my body.

Although the instructors couldn't hear what they were saying, they could see some of their mouths opening and closing like frogs as they shouted, "Don't talk! Don't move!"

The rain was so heavy that even the instructor's roars sounded weak in his ears, and the students continued to move around.

Wen Han and Rong Jun didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch; they went straight back to their dorm to shower and ate some biscuits.

Rong Jun was using a hairdryer to dry his military training uniform when he asked worriedly, "Won't the clothes dry in such a short time?"

"It's not like it won't rain this afternoon, so we'll get wet again."

Wen Han still had unrealistic expectations of the school, but when the afternoon military training time arrived, there was still no notification, so she had no choice but to go with an umbrella.

The rain intensified in the afternoon, and everything was a blur of white. Every step felt like walking through water. Our clothes were soaked and clung to our bodies, making it difficult to lift our legs and arms when we tried to walk in place.

Wen Han couldn't sleep at night and couldn't fall asleep until 1 a.m.

The bed next door was also making noises from time to time. Wen Han thought Rong Jun was also having trouble sleeping, but as she listened, she realized something was wrong.

With such loud breathing, could it be that she's in heat?

Wen Han got out of bed and asked, "Rong Jun, what's wrong? Are you in heat?"

Rong Jun gasped and whispered, "I was in heat not long ago, so I must have a fever."

How could he take Rong Jun to the hospital in the middle of the night? Wen Han was about to get dressed and go downstairs to ask the dormitory manager when she suddenly remembered that Chu Ji had even asked him to bring the medicine.

Wen Han pulled out a bunch of medicine from the drawer and asked Rong Jun, "I have ibuprofen here, can you take it?"

"Okay, thank you."

Rong Jun had a small nightlight installed in the bed curtains, and he turned it on. Wen Han guessed that he didn't have the strength to get out of bed, so she took the bottled water from Rong Jun's table and went up the small stairs.

His face was flushed and his whole body was trembling. Wen Han was a little scared when she saw this. Is it normal to be like this when you have a fever?

Handing the water bottle and medicine to the other person, her hands burning hot, Wen Han said, "You definitely can't do military training like this, right? Why don't you talk to your instructor?"

"good."

Should I take you to the hospital?

"It's okay, you'll be fine after a night's sleep."

*

Rong Jun's instructor approved the leave. When Wen Han went to military training the next day, she found that many people were sick, with many having stuffy noses or coughs.

Wen Han's body is still too robust; he didn't even sneeze, let alone have a fever.

Too many people were sick with colds, so the school moved the military training venue indoors, so at least they wouldn't get wet in the rain.

During breaks in the military training, everyone usually chats with their roommates. Wen Han's dormitory was different, and Rong Jun, who was assigned to her, was not in the same class as her, so she could only play on her phone.

Many people liked his posts on social media and WeChat Moments. Fang Songxia was in his senior year of high school when his mother confiscated his phone, so he couldn't go online.

Lin He: I heard you guys got soaked during military training, haha, are you sick?

Jealousy, it must be jealousy! Wen Han was so angry that she blocked Lin He.

"Wen Han?"

Someone called his name, and Wen Han looked up: "Is there something you need?"

"You're in our class too, right?" The other person was an Alpha. "I'm on the class committee, and I only need your contact information."

"Oh." Wen Han didn't pay much attention and simply added the other person's QQ.

The class committee member was named Cheng Ding. Cheng Ding asked curiously, "Your class schedule is different from ours, even though we're in the same class."

Wen Han didn't say anything. He had gotten in by sheer luck, unlike those who got in based on their scores. He hadn't even told Rong Jun about this.

Cheng Ding chatted with him for a few more minutes, and Wen Han answered very cautiously, avoiding saying anything she could, for fear that the other party would discover something amiss.

After Cheng Ding left, Wen Han breathed a sigh of relief. Although Rong Jun was in the same dormitory as her and also from the medical school, he was not in the same class as her and their specific majors were different.

He secretly approached an Omega who seemed easy to talk to and asked if he could see his class schedule.

The other person readily showed him the class schedule, and Wen Han felt like the sky had fallen. Looking at it, it was a colorful and packed schedule. Why did she have to study English in college?! And advanced mathematics and stuff like that!

After taking a picture of the other person's class schedule, Wen Han opened her own class schedule.

"Huh?" His schedule was so different from the other person's. He didn't have to attend many classes, such as mental health and the history of medicine in Linjin.

It seems I don't have many classes. If I calculate it, I only have one and a half days off from classes, excluding weekends.

After military training, they were about to start classes when the instructor suddenly asked him to add the head of the teaching department on QQ. After the head of the teaching department added him, he was then asked to add a certain Dr. Wang's green bubble account.

Dr. Wang's profile picture clearly showed he was an experienced doctor, but judging from his thinning hair, the other party sent a smiling emoji. They asked Wen Han if she was busy Wednesday afternoon and Friday through Sunday.

Wen Han said no, and Dr. Wang said, "That's good. You know the way to the First Affiliated Hospital of Linjin University near our school, right?"

Wen Han searched online and found that it was about a five-minute subway ride away: "We know each other."

"Okay, then come to the east gate of the hospital at 1 p.m. on Wednesday."

Wen Han was completely confused. Was he being asked to undergo some kind of examination again?

——

Although the full schedule was tiring, it was generally much easier than high school. It's just a pity that I was busy moving around the campus, basically only going between the classroom and the dormitory to buy meals, and I didn't have any time to explore the beautiful campus.

"Medical students have so many classes." Wen Han saw some freshmen strolling around the school in groups, and swans on the shimmering lake. "I can only wander around after my evening classes."

Rong Junxue's Traditional Chinese Medicine course had an even more terrifying schedule than his, with three or four classes even on weekends. Unlike Wen Han's high school, his high school had weekends off, making university life even tougher than high school.

On Wednesday, after finishing her class and having lunch, Wen Han took the subway to the hospital. Dr. Wang was eating a sandwich when he saw Wen Han and waved to her.

Wen Han greeted him, "Hello, Dr. Wang."

"Hello, hello," Dr. Wang said with a smile. "No need to be so polite, I'm still your senior."

Dr. Wang also graduated from Linjin University and started working at this hospital. Wen Han overheard him chatting with the people around him and learned that he had only graduated from university five years ago.

He glanced at Dr. Wang's hair; it was terrifying.