Chapter 11

The northern sun blazes fiercely.

Military training is a very painful thing; you have to do marching drills and sing every day.

During this time, you've probably gotten to know the campus and a few classmates. Most of them aren't difficult to get along with; even strangers can greet each other and exchange a few words. However, some people are intimidating.

Because of your personality and sexual orientation, you don't communicate much with people. There is a girl among your classmates who you find a bit strange. She has a cat-like face, big eyes, a youthful appearance, and is beautiful.

When the new books were being distributed, she walked next to you carrying a stack of books. You didn't notice her at first, but because you had the energy, you helped the boy next to you carry his books and they went back to the dorm together.

After you got back, you wrung out a towel to wipe your sweat, while He Songyou was scrolling through his phone in bed. After a while, he asked you, "Nanfei, did you run into Xie Xiaoyu today?"

You gave him a strange look, not remembering: "Who is Xie Xiaoyu?"

He Songyou looked speechless: "Don't you remember the little princess who majored in physics!"

You really don't remember? He Songyou showed you his phone: "Look for yourself, I've already insulted you more than thirty times."

You take the phone; the comments keep refreshing. You scroll up and see a picture posted by a girl with a cute anime profile picture.

[It's so heavy, I wish someone could help me!]

[Bitter smile][Bitter smile][Frowning]

The photo shows a pale hand with several red marks on it, and a large pile of scattered books beneath it, as if the owner of the hand had lost strength and accidentally dropped them.

Of course, the photo is composed of vertical elements, so those aren't the main focus.

You see yourself in your military training uniform from behind, carrying two bundles of identical books, with a tall boy beside you.

The timing of the photoshoot was perfect, and the accompanying text added a dramatic touch.

You scrolled through the comments, but you didn't recognize any of these people. There were only a few slightly familiar profile pictures, who seemed to be classmates. They all expressed their sympathy for Xie Xiaoyu's plight, and some even asked where he was, saying they would come over right away.

Xie Xiaoyu replied to each comment, and some people said, "[Who is this guy? He has no manners at all, helping a jerk carry his books. How can he ignore such a beautiful girl like Xiaoyu?]"

[Your Highness, thank you for your hard work. I'm on my way!]

[Is that guy gay? How could he bear to let Xiaoyu take it herself?]

Xie Xiaoyu replied with a sad, furrowed brow emoji, and the comments section was filled with sympathy.

You look up, stunned for three seconds by this unexpected disaster, and then ask He Songyou very seriously, "Is this person Xie Xiaoyu?"

He Songyou spoke of her with a look of respect and distance: "She's a pampered daughter of heaven, spoiled by her whole family. Next time you run into her, stay away, lest you get precisely attacked by her older brothers and sisters."

you:"……"

You haven't felt this speechless in a long time. You open your phone and add Xie Xiaoyu's WeChat ID, but she hasn't accepted yet.

He Songyou peeked out and asked, "What do you want to do?"

You put your phone aside and wait for her to answer, while simultaneously opening a textbook: "Reporting Feudal Remnants Attempting to Overthrow the Feudal Imperial System."

Kawamatsu Yu chuckled, unable to suppress a laugh, and said, "Speaking of which, the little princess is so beautiful, why don't you help her?"

You remained completely unmoved: "Because it has nothing to do with me, why should I help her just because she's pretty? I've always believed that we should help others when they're in trouble, like that boy who injured his wrist. If Xie Xiaoyu had broken her leg, I would have been happy to help."

Kawamatsu slowly extended a thumb from the bed.

Xie Xiaoyu did not approve your application.

The next day it rained heavily, and after the formation was disbanded, you went back to your dormitory in the rain.

The senior student was standing outside the playground holding an umbrella. He waved when he saw you. You looked around to make sure he was greeting you before jogging over: "Senior, what are you doing here?"

The senior student, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and carrying several textbooks, said, "I just finished class. None of you brought umbrellas when you left today, so I'll walk this way to see if I can meet you."

You take the umbrella from him and say, "I'll hold it, you just take the book."

The senior student gave a slight smile: "Where are Ha Song-woo and the others?"

You tell him, "The military training was divided into different companies, and they haven't been disbanded yet."

The senior student then said, "Then let's not wait for them. I'm hungry. Do you want to go eat together?"

"good."

The senior student said he had coupons, so you went to a small restaurant off campus together, and the meal wasn't too expensive.

When you went back for dinner, your senior saw your shoes and said that the shoes you wear during military training are very important. He then remembered that he had a pair of sneakers that had been sitting unused for a long time. He asked for your size, and it turned out to be the same.

"I've only worn it once, back in my freshman year of college. If you're willing to help me, then it won't be a waste of my money."

He joked that because his expression was so sincere, it wasn't easy for him to refuse. He said that the next day, when he wore those shoes to military training, the blisters he had developed a few days earlier didn't cause him any discomfort because the shoes were loose.

You and your senior got to know each other very quickly, but both He Songyou and Camel felt that your senior was difficult to approach.

He Songyou was devastated: "Where did you get the idea that he's easy to get along with? After military training, every time I passed by his bed, he would spray disinfectant every now and then, you know that? He's a super, super weirdo, okay!"

"Yeah?"

You paused for a moment, trying to recall carefully, but couldn't find any details in your memory that could be used for reference. You looked at the camel.

The camel nodded frantically.