Two minutes later, Wen Qiuning walked over to Yu Xiangyang with a few books and spread them out. "This is what you want to welcome the great 1970s. Which one do you need?"

Yu Xiangyang glanced at it and choked on the words he had prepared.

His original plan was that no matter which version Wen Qiuning brought, he would say that it was not this version and asked him to find another one.

But Wen Qiuning brought five versions of the book at once, probably all the versions in the store.

Yu Xiangyang said coldly: "None of these versions are what I want. Find me another one."

Wen Qiuning said apologetically, "I'm sorry, all the editions we have in our store are here. You can go to other bookstores to have a look."

Yu Xiangyang's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he said, "Do you have the Selected Works of Chairman Mao?"

"Yes, which version do you want?"

Yu Xiangyang said, "Show them all to me."

"Okay, wait a moment."

After a while, Wen Qiuning came over with several books in his arms. "All the versions are here. Which one do you need?"

Yu Xiangyang pointed at a book and said, "Find me another copy of Balzac's Le Père Goriot."

Wen Qiuning ran to look for a book again.

This happened seven or eight times, and his comrades noticed something was wrong.

While Wen Qiuning was looking for a book, Fan Lei joked, "Brother Yang, just because someone ignored you just now, you retaliated. That's not a manly thing!"

Yu Xiangyang glared at him and said, "I'm seriously buying books!"

There were already two high piles of books in front of Yu Xiangyang, all of which he didn't want.

Wen Qiuning had run so many times that she was already sweating from exhaustion. Her hair on both sides of her temples was wet with sweat and stuck to her ears, but she still ran around patiently looking for a book.

Later, five piles of books were piled high in front of Yu Xiangyang.

Wen Qiuning was running breathlessly, and from time to time he raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

The comrades couldn't bear to watch it anymore and tried to persuade Yu Xiangyang.

Yu Xiangyang looked at Wen Qiuning who was jogging towards him, her face flushed, and she was holding some books in her hands.

He couldn't explain why, but it seemed to make him even angrier. "That's all. Check out!"

Wen Qiuning picked up the seven books that Yu Xiangyang had picked out and went to the cashier.

She first checked out the money for those who were buying textbooks. When it was Yu Xiangyang's turn, she calculated and said, "The total is twelve yuan and sixty cents."

Yu Xiangyang said: "Oh, I don't want it anymore!"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Wen Qiuning raised his eyes with astonishment in them.

Yu Xiangyang raised his eyebrows and repeated, "I don't want it anymore! Is that not okay?"

Wen Qiuning lowered his eyes and nodded, "Okay."

When Yu Xiangyang and his group left the bookstore, it was already completely dark and the street lights on the roadside were not very bright.

He heard the sound of a door closing and looked back. The door of the bookstore was closed, but Wen Qiuning was not there.

"Brother Yang, you must have known her for a long time!" Fan Lei said belatedly, "Otherwise, how would you know she works in this bookstore?!"

Everyone started to make a fuss.

"Brother Yang, you don't like her, do you? You're not usually so petty!"

"So Brother Yang likes this type of girl, an iceberg beauty!"

"Brother Yang, tell us your story!"

“···”

Yu Xiangyang thought to himself: Like her?! It’s impossible in this lifetime!

He doesn't even consider divorced women, let alone someone like her... who is even worse than a divorced one!

The more I walked, the more irritated I became.

From the time he walked into the bookstore to the time he left, Wen Qiuning always maintained a polite tone and a patient attitude towards him.

It was impossible for Wen Qiuning not to notice that he was deliberately making things difficult for her, but she remained calm from beginning to end.

Even when they left, Wen Qiuning stood at the door and bowed, saying, "Welcome back next time."

When Yu Xiangyang thought about how he said he didn't want those books and how Wen Qiuning lowered her eyes and head, she felt annoyed.

He's a grown man, why would he make things difficult for a woman? !

It’s just that I didn’t help him. If I don’t want to help, then don’t help. It’s not a big deal!

He had helped her before, but he had never thought about asking for anything in return. Why was he fussing about it today?!

A girl has to go to school during the day and work after school. How can that be easy? He's a man, a soldier, and instead of helping the weak, he's actually making things difficult for them?! What the hell is this?!

Yu Xiangyang hit his forehead with his fist in frustration, and his comrades pulled him away.

Lou Wujun said in panic, "Did he eat a crazy duck?!"

Fan Lei said, "I've only heard of people going crazy after eating mad cows, but I've never heard of people going crazy after eating mad ducks!"

Lou Wujun said: "Maybe this is the first case!"

"Woo!" Yu Xiangyang howled like a wolf, "I'm going crazy!"

Everyone ran away laughing, "You should hahaha..."

In the bookstore.

Wen Qiuning was busy all the time. It was not an easy task to sort the books out, and Yu Xiangyang's interference just now added a lot of workload to her.

When she finished her work, which was more than an hour later than usual, she was so tired that she sat on the floor with her back against the bookshelf.

She didn't care about Yu Xiangyang's previous predicament.

Since you have taken this job, you have to endure the difficulties that come with it.

only······

She thought, maybe it was because Yu Xiangyang helped her last time, so she looked at Yu Xiangyang with a slight filter.

In fact, all men are the same!

Yu Xiangyang and his friends left Beijing the next day and returned to South City.

Wen Qiuning attended classes with Yu Xiangnian every day and never mentioned meeting Yu Xiangyang.

To her, Yu Xiangyang was just a stranger.

Another month has passed in a flash.

Wu Xiaomin was discharged from the hospital and returned to school. Because her right little finger is missing, she now hides her hand in her sleeve.

Cheng Jingmo and Yu Xiangyang received a notice from their superiors that they had passed the cultural examination and had to go to Beijing again to take the next exam.

The day before departure, Yu Jiashun and Zhao Ruozhu specially invited the two to their home for a meal to encourage them.

During the meal, Zhao Ruozhu said, "I'm so happy for you two! I didn't expect Xiangyang to be able to pass the exam! Cheng Jingmo, this is all thanks to you. If you hadn't taken care of him, he would only know how to eat, drink and have fun!"

Yu Jiashun said calmly, "Why are you so happy? You just passed the cultural exam. I don't know if you can pass the exam later."

Zhao Ruozhu rolled her eyes at him. "You've already passed the cultural exams, so the upcoming physical fitness and tactics exams should be no problem for you!"

Yu Jiashun said in a deep voice, "Don't be arrogant, don't underestimate the enemy. There are so many people who all want to go to the military academy. When the time comes, everyone will put in their best efforts to get good grades."

Zhao Ruozhu rolled her eyes at him again. "Don't feel pressured, you two. We all know your abilities. Just perform normally and there will be no problem!"

Yu Jiashun said: "You know their abilities, but you don't know the abilities of others."

Zhao Ruozhu: “…”

Yu Xiangyang said, "How about you two talk it over first and come to a consensus?"