Short Day Eight

The weather was not good, and the sun that the seniors had been praying for day and night came out. The ones who suffered were the freshmen who had to go through military training.

If you ask them whether they prefer military training on rainy days or on sunny days, the freshmen said they prefer military training on cloudy days.

The sun was high in the sky, and tiny figures were crawling on the ground. This morning's military training involved crawling. The instructor's demonstration was like a leopard in ambush, slowly approaching its prey, ready to pounce at any moment. The movements were smooth, smooth, and powerful.

Even with such a good template in front of me and the instructor’s thoughtful guidance: “Don’t lift your hips so high, keep your abdomen on the ground, keep your abdomen on the ground.”

"Drive forward through your inner thighs, not your hips."

"This is crawling on the ground, not dog crawling."

When Huang Yaya and her group crawled forward on the grass under the scorching sun, what did they feel? Pain. After crawling like this two or three times, she felt pain in her arms, abdomen, and thighs. She must have had scars.

The students all felt like their hands and legs were not their own. The coach's voice was so sonorous and powerful, but their bodies were so out of control.

Laughter from other classmates could be heard around. Huang Yaya could imagine with her eyes closed how miserable they were at the moment. She must be surging forward like an underdeveloped python.

"That female classmate didn't ask you to do a plank."

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Back in the dorm at noon, Huang Yaya and her roommates opened their military training uniforms. Everyone had scratches on their arms, though they didn't hurt unless they touched them. And this was going to last for over a week. The seniors had lied, saying it would be much easier after the first three days.

After a week of military training, the weather gradually turned cooler, with each day changing from cloudy to sunny. The women gradually became more familiar with their instructors, and during breaks they could chat with them about family matters, and the instructors would also share stories from their own disaster relief efforts.

The last day of military training was when the school reviewed the results. Looking at the instructors who were about to leave, the students felt very sad. Parting is the most painful thing for the sentimental people, and some students even shed tears.

After two weeks of military training, Huang Yaya and her roommates have become darker. When they meet someone with dark skin and a straight walk on the street, they know that he or she is a freshman.

Before eight o'clock that evening, there were chattering sounds coming from downstairs of Huang Yaya's dormitory. Her roommates who were reading put down their books and ran to the dormitory balcony to see what was happening downstairs. It turned out that eating melons is human nature.

There was a heart shape made of candles downstairs, and a man was standing in the middle of the candles, carrying a small bee loudspeaker on his back and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. A group of classmates were surrounding him to watch the fun.

"Ning Yuanyuan, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

As soon as it was over, the roommates all looked at Ning Yuanyuan who was watching the show with a smile.

"Yuanyuan, you're not the one I'm talking about." Xu Meng nudged her lightly with his shoulder and raised his eyebrows.

"How could it be me? It must be someone with the same name." Ning Yuanyuan replied coldly, the smile of watching a good show no longer on her face.

"Ning Yuanyuan, class of 25, Department of Chinese Language and Literature, I like you, please be my girlfriend." The voices of the people downstairs were getting louder and louder.

There are still many girls in this building standing on the balcony, watching the people downstairs making a fuss.

Someone downstairs in the dormitory also helped and shouted, "Be his girlfriend, Ning Yuanyuan."

After naming them, she and her two other roommates watched Ning Yuanyuan quietly return to her seat. Huang Yaya asked in confusion, "Yuanyuan, this man should be you. Do you know him?"

Ning Yuanyuan looked at her phone and said, "I don't know her."

"Aren't you going to go down?" Shi Jiaojiao asked.

"Why go down there? I don't know him."

"Even if you don't accept it, go down and refuse it. Otherwise, it will embarrass him." Shi Jiaojiao suggested generously.

"He did this without considering the inconvenience it caused me, so why should I care about him?"

Huang Yaya thought that if Ning Yuanyuan didn't like this boy, she would be teased by the people around her to agree to him if she went down. If she still said she didn't like him, she would definitely be criticized for being hypocritical. But if Ning Yuanyuan didn't go down, people would also say she was not giving face. It was really a dilemma!

The people downstairs continued to cheer and said, "Ning Yuanyuan, promise him, promise him."

Xu Meng and Huang Yaya shook their heads and walked to Ning Yuanyuan's stool with worried looks on their faces. One of them patted her left shoulder and the other patted her right shoulder.

"Yuanyuan, I guess I'll see you on the confession wall soon." Xu Meng took a breath and said sympathetically.

"This is a dead end!" Huang Yaya was about to continue when Ning Yuanyuan grabbed her hand. She looked at her flatteringly and said, "Yaya, Mengmeng, please help me refuse. If I go down and refuse, I will definitely be morally kidnapped."

"Are you sure it's you who's being confessed to at this time?" Xu Meng said with a sly smile on his face.

Ning Yuanyuan showed them the chat history on her phone and said helplessly, "Look."

This is a chat record from a classmate named Chen Jianhao:

Chen: Ning Yuanyuan, a handsome guy from the law school in our club has taken a fancy to you. He is confessing his love to you downstairs of your dormitory right now. Come down quickly.

Ning: Thank you for his kindness. But I don't even know him, so please let him go.

Chen: Please come down. He has already bought flowers and arranged candles. If you don’t come down, where will he save face?

Ning: Do you want me to come down and reject him in public?

Chen: Don’t be so harsh. He is quite handsome and his family is rich. He doesn’t even look down on ordinary girls.

Oh my god, this statement made Huang Yaya and Xu Meng speechless. She glanced at Shi Jiaojiao who was still standing on the balcony watching the situation downstairs. Xu Meng said, "Jiaojiao, let's go downstairs together to help Yuanyuan reject the other party."

Shi Jiaojiao looked at the three of them with some confusion, and asked, "Why did you ask us to go? Yuanyuan, aren't you going yourself? That boy looked so pitiful. He stood downstairs and shouted for almost ten minutes, and some of the candles were even extinguished."

"If you don't want to go, then we'll go." Xu Meng shook his head helplessly and pulled Huang Yaya downstairs.

This was the first time Huang Yaya had seen such a grand scene. She held Xu Meng's hand tightly, both of them were sweating, and then she looked up at the balcony of her dormitory.

Huang Yaya mustered up the courage to step forward and said to the boy who looked and dressed similarly to Lu Renjia, "My dear classmate, Yuanyuan knows about your kindness. Thank you for liking her, but she can't accept your kindness. I'm really sorry."

After hearing this, the man did not get discouraged. Instead, he looked at them and said, "I don't believe it. If she wants to refuse, she has to come down in person and refuse me in person."

Xu Meng stepped forward and said, "I'm so sorry, classmate, please leave. She really doesn't like you."

The male classmate took the flowers and looked at the group of people around him, then looked at Huang Yaya and Xu Meng in front of him, and said to Chen Jianhao beside him: "Jianhao, call and ask."

Chen Jianhao on the side could only take out his mobile phone, open the message interface, click on the voice call, and after a few beeps, the call was connected.

The male classmate holding the flowers snatched Chen Jianhao's phone. He looked a little unhappy, but still pretended to be relaxed and said, "Ning Yuanyuan, did you ask your roommate to come down and reject me?"

"Um."

"Why don't you come down? I like you. I have prepared so many surprises for you."

"Thank you for liking me, but I don't like you."

Before the other party could say anything else, Ning Yuanyuan hung up the voice call.

The smile froze on the face of the boy holding the flowers. He looked at the candle on the ground that was about to go out and kicked it hard with his foot. Xu Meng and Huang Yuanyuan's trouser legs were almost set on fire by the candle that suddenly flew over. They took a few steps back in fear.

Then the man turned around in what he thought was a very cool gesture, and then, as if to vent his anger, he threw the flowers in his hand heavily to the ground, saying contemptuously, "What the hell."

Seeing this scene, the people around dispersed one after another, and Chen Jianhao also followed the boy in a servile manner.

Looking at the candles and petals scattered all over the floor, Huang Yaya sighed inwardly. Fortunately, Ning Yuanyuan did not come down in person. They originally felt a little sympathetic towards the boy, but when he knew he was rejected, his series of behaviors were too low standard.

After all, he confessed his feelings downstairs without asking Ning Yuanyuan first, and after being rejected, he couldn't accept it openly. He even didn't clean up the garbage, leaving it to Xu Meng and Huang Yaya, the two unlucky ones.