Chapter 25

After several days of study, the training camp is coming to an end.

Although the learning process was very boring, Fang Zhao felt the "literary addiction" and was very happy.

On the penultimate day, the school specially organized a tour around the campus. Based on what had been learned in the past few days, the teachers randomly asked questions during the tour, and the correct answers were counted towards the students' personal scores.

The group with the highest individual score will be awarded an additional ten points as a group score.

Because it was a tour, there was no fixed formation, and Fang Zhao and An Huainan walked at the end in tacit understanding.

"This is Chairman Mao's bronze statue. Shanhe University is the only university in the province that can display Chairman Mao's bronze statue. This is a great honor. These buildings next to it were donated by the famous Tsai Ing-wen University students. Tsai Ing-wen University students are world-renowned, and after becoming famous, they never forget to repay their alma mater. This is why we have such a comfortable learning environment—"

The school student union specially selected a member of the Propaganda Department to take everyone on a tour. In the morning, everyone visited the Literature and History Building, the National Key Laboratory, and the exhibition hall of the campus development history.

The weather in early spring was still a bit cold, so An Huainan considerately gave Fang Zhao a hot pack and asked her to hold it in her hand.

Li Yihong saw the two walking at the back, pretending not to know their relationship, and occasionally fell behind, walking side by side with An Huainan. Occasionally, she whispered a few brainless questions to An Huainan, who was annoyed and answered a few absent-mindedly before walking to Fang Zhao's side.

Unexpectedly, Li Yihong also followed, as if this could separate the two of them.

As a girl, how could I not imagine what Li Yihong was thinking?

Since the other party didn't bring it up, Fang Zhao turned a blind eye and pretended to know nothing.

Seeing that Fang Zhao did not raise any objections, Li Yihong became more active, and on several occasions she even wanted to walk close to An Huainan.

"Which student will answer this question?"

The leader of the group explained for a long time and then suddenly raised a question. Looking around the group, he saw that the three people at the end all had their heads down, each preoccupied with their own concerns, looking absent-minded.

He simply stopped the line and called on one of them, "Girl with the red hat, can you answer this question?"

The girl in the red hat is naturally Li Yihong.

But Li Yihong was so focused on running towards An Huainan that she had no idea what was happening ahead.

"Um, I, I don't know."

"You don't even know such a simple question?" The teacher's eyes flickered. As someone who had experienced this, she could still see through the thoughts of these little girls. "That tall boy, you answer it."

"It's 'freedom of thought and inclusiveness'."

An Huainan answered aloud.

"Very good, classmate. Even though you're walking behind me, it doesn't interfere with your class. This spirit is worth learning from. But I still hope you can be more proactive and move closer to me."

The team leader joked, "Although I'm not as pretty as the two girls next to you, I still think I'm pretty good."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, and everyone turned to look at the three people who were at the end of the line.

Fang Zhao didn't think anything of it, but Li Yihong's face turned red instead.

After all, she is just a young girl who has not seen much of the world and is too thin-skinned.

Fang Zhao complained silently in his heart, then saw Li Yihong shake off the two of them and walk to the front of the team.

Without Li Yihong, the two of them became much more natural.

They looked at each other, smiled at each other, and then listened carefully to the explanation of the teacher in charge.

After a whole morning, Fang Zhao answered quite a few questions. Calculating his points, he should be able to rank in the top five.

Since he is not a liberal arts student, Fang Zhao is very satisfied with the result.

Fang Zhao was satisfied with the result and quickly forgot the unpleasantness caused by Li Yihong. Excellent people are always remembered by others, which shows that An Huainan is still very popular.

As soon as he finished writing the essay the next day, Fang Zhao ran to An Huainan like the wind.

After these days of "devilish training", Fang Zhao urgently needed some delicious food to reward himself.

"What are we going to eat tonight?"

I had classes in the evenings of the past two days, so I couldn't go out to eat. Now that I'm finally free, Fang Zhao is going to enjoy the delicious food around the school.

"Teacher An just said that there's a closing dinner for us tonight. Don't you want to attend?"

An Huainan didn't care, but Fang Zhao was still very excited when she heard it. It was her first time attending such a dinner.

"Fang Zhao, why are you still here?"

Wu Zhifan suddenly ran over and said, "You were in such a hurry just now that I didn't even call you back."

Seeing Fang Zhao's puzzled expression, Wu Zhifan explained, "The dinner party tonight is open to the public. Everyone can go and rent the suits and clothes they like. The school publicity department has some clothes, all free. You can go early and pick out what you like."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Wu."

After Wu Zhifan left, Fang Zhao looked at An Huainan and said, "Then we should go early."

"The Propaganda Department's clothes are mostly worn many times by students for activities. Not only are the styles outdated, but the hygiene and quality are also substandard. Why don't I take you to a dress shop to rent some?"

An Huainan looked down at Fang Zhao. He remembered that her skin was very sensitive and even a small stain on her clothes would cause her to break out in a large red rash.

"Oh, is that possible? That would cost a lot of money."

Fang Zhao counted his recent salary on his fingers and found that he still had enough money to rent a dress. He just had to find a place to go back to the space and take out the money.

"Don't worry, I have money."

An Huainan had known about this event for a long time. He had used his free time to find out which dress shop had the best-looking clothes. He contacted the owner and got out several dresses that he thought were suitable for Fang Zhao. He waited for Fang Zhao to go and try on the clothes after the exam.

"Hello, I've made a reservation before. My last name is An."

"Mr. An, right? Come this way, the dresses you want are all over here."

The proprietress was very enthusiastic. She led Fang Zhao to the dressing table and poured her a glass of lemonade.

"These are the dresses Mr. An had his eye on before. They really suit this young lady."

Fang Zhao looked at the dress hanging on the dress rack next to him with some surprise. It turned out that he had prepared it so early.

"This aqua blue skirt is perfect for your skin tone. Look at it. And this high-waisted mini skirt really shows off your long legs. Why don't you try it on?"

The makeup artist helped Fang Zhao put on her makeup, and the proprietress brought a light blue dress to her.

As expected, you can tell at a glance whether the clothes suit your skin tone. The moment the curtain of the fitting room was opened, An Huainan felt that Fang Zhao's whole face was glowing.

The aqua blue dress fits her figure very well, showing off her curvy figure. Because it is short, her long legs are also exposed, making her body proportions look very good.

The little dress has some sparkling vertical stripes, which gives it a shimmering feeling when worn, like a little mermaid just out of the water.

"Wow, Mr. An, you have really good taste!"

The makeup artist and the boss lady waiting nearby kept praising her, saying, "Your taste in choosing clothes is as good as your taste in choosing people."

Fang Zhao, who was a little embarrassed by the compliment, was a little shy. She slowly walked in front of An Huainan and turned around. "Does it look good?"

An Huainan nodded, suppressing his inner throbbing, his face turned almost inaudibly red.

"I think there's no need to try on the remaining dresses. This is the one I'll choose. It's truly tailored for you."

In fact, Fang Zhao is also very satisfied with this piece, but he doesn’t know the price and wonders whether it will be very expensive.

"Okay, this one, help her match the shoes and accessories."

An Huainan sat on the sofa, reached out and picked up a magazine, and began to read it calmly. If you didn't look closely at his red face, you would really think he was calm.

Fang Zhao went with the makeup artist to do her makeup, and An Huainan also changed into a men's suit that matched the dress.

It was a dark blue suit, so dark that it was almost black. In order to match the dress, the leader was specially changed to aqua blue. Not to mention, when worn on An Huainan, it added a lot of color to his already gentle temperament.

When Fang Zhao came back after getting her hair done, she saw An Huainan, a tall man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing at the railing used for landscaping with his back to her.

Hearing the voice of the person coming, An Huainan turned around and saw the person he had been thinking about standing in front of him.

Her hair was curled to match the dress and tied behind her head with a princess tiara. Since she had no pierced ears, she paired it with equally sparkling diamond ear clips, and a matching diamond necklace sparkled around her slender neck.

Even so, it could not cover up the radiance of that face.

Fang Zhao, who had never worn makeup before, put on a little powder. The makeup artist deliberately magnified her big and bright eyes. Her peach blossom eyes, with some false eyelashes, actually gave off a kind of charm that made An Huainan feel itchy.

"You're so beautiful."

Many words lingered in my mind for a long time, but when they came to my lips, I could only squeeze out these three words.

"The same to you."

Fang Zhao experienced his little daughter's shyness all day long.

The unsuspecting shop owner thought the two were a young couple who came to choose wedding dresses, and hurriedly recommended their own set meal.

"We have a wide variety of packages here. For example, this 20,000 yuan package includes a toast dress, a main wedding gown, and a reception dress. It also comes with bridesmaid dresses and groomsmen suits. Would you like to take a look?"

The two people who were immersed in their own world were forcibly pulled back and both laughed out loud.

"Since you two look so good in our clothes, why don't you order your wedding dresses from us?"

The proprietress seizes every opportunity to promote her products.

"If you two agree to let my store use your wedding photos for promotion, I can give you a 40% discount on your dress rental. How about 40% off? That's pretty low."

Seeing that the two remained silent, the lady boss gritted her teeth and said, "As long as you agree to our promotion, I can give it to you for free. What do you think?"

Coming out of the store in a dress, the proprietress was still selling her products with unyielding determination.

For these two talented men and beautiful women, wearing his clothes is really a silent publicity. We can't let them go like this.