Bai Jingnan shook his head speechlessly and muttered, "The sour smell of love."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned around and walked towards the training ground, muttering, "I, a single dog, really can't stand this stimulation."

Zhou Yanjing watched him leave, the smile on his lips deepening a little. He lowered his head to glance at the scarf around his neck, and gently stroked it with his fingers, as if he could feel Shen Liwu's concentration and dedication when weaving the scarf.

The softness of the scarf touched his skin, bringing a hint of warmth. Even in such hot weather, he was reluctant to take it off.

On the training ground, the soldiers had already finished their training, and when they saw him approaching with a scarf on, they all looked at him with curiosity. Someone whispered, "Does the deputy head have a cold?"

"No, he looks quite sad."

"Maybe it was knitted by my sister-in-law. Wow, I'm so envious!"

Zhou Yanjing pretended not to hear, walked straight to the front of the team, and cleared his throat, "Today's goal is to run 20 kilometers cross-country with a load. Are you ready?"

"Ready!" the soldiers answered in unison, their voices loud and clear.

Zhou Yanjing nodded, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at Bai Jingnan, "Bai Jingnan, you lead the team."

"Yes!" Bai Jingnan stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and led the team to start running.

After the training, it started to rain. The raindrops hit the ground with a crackling sound, quickly soaking the ground. Zhou Yanjing stood under the eaves, watching the rain flow down the eaves, forming curtains of water.

He subconsciously touched the scarf around his neck, only to find that a corner of it was wet by the rain.

Zhou Yanjing frowned, gently twisted the wet part of the scarf with his fingers, and a sense of reluctance surged in his heart.

The rain was getting heavier, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of earth mixed with the moist scent of leaves. He stood under the eaves, gazing at the gray sky in the distance, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He turned his head and Bai Jingnan shook himself, muttering, "The weather changes so fast. It was so hot just now that I felt dizzy, but now it's so cold that I'm shivering."

Zhou Yanjing came to his senses, glanced at him, and raised his lips slightly, "Your body is too fragile, how heavy is the rain?"

Bai Jingnan rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, you're wearing so much, it's hard to stand and talk without hurting your waist."

Zhou Yanjing raised his eyebrows, "I have a scarf knitted by my wife, so I'm not cold."

Bai Jingnan couldn't help laughing and shook his head, "Alright, alright, I know you have a virtuous wife, so don't show off here."

He rubbed his arms, and the coolness of the rain made him shiver. "How long do you think this rain will stop? We still have to go to the cafeteria to eat."

Zhou Yanjing raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already late. He turned his head to look at the hazy training ground in the rain. The rain water gathered into a stream on the ground, gurgling. In the distance, soldiers were running towards the mess hall in twos and threes, their figures blurry in the rain.

"I'll go home for dinner later, and my wife will be waiting for me at home."

Bai Jingnan scratched his ears vigorously, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's different for a man who is loved by someone!"

He deliberately drew out his tone, which was full of sarcasm.