"..."

A group of girls immediately had a black line appear on their foreheads again.

"Please, we're not allowed to wear raincoats during military training!"

"Even transparent ones won't do!"

Kuang Tingting, the best friend who breathed a sigh of relief, glared at Mo Zixue, who was panting heavily as she spoke, with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Oh, I forgot."

"He's going to have another competition soon, I hope he doesn't catch a cold from the rain..."

Amidst the envious and speechless glances of the girls around her, Mo Zixue, unaware of the situation, silently expressed her concern.

...

On the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yueheng didn't have time to continue writing songs; he first tidied up his somewhat messy desk.

Fortunately, there is a separate tea table in the dormitory living room, which can be used as a temporary dining table.

It's just the right size to accommodate two or three people sitting around a table to eat.

He then placed the scores of the more than ten songs he had just written into a simple wooden box.

To avoid encountering thieves or people with ill intentions.

Even the box containing the sheet music was something he specially redeemed from the store.

If stolen or maliciously damaged, the mechanism will be triggered, immediately destroying the musical scores inside.

It can also spray out special ink like a squid, leaving indelible marks on thieves or vandals, making it easier for the thief to find and capture them.

After all, this is a university, not your own villa. Even if there are surveillance cameras everywhere in the building, it is still necessary to take precautions.

"Ta-da~"

After tidying up the room, there was a knock on the dormitory door from the outside.

"They're here!"

Then Wang Yueheng went forward and opened the door, where Mo Zixue was standing outside carrying food.

The girl in front of me was wearing a baseball cap, a white polo shirt, and a pleated skirt, giving off a sweet and energetic vibe.

"It smells so good!"

Wang Yueheng, who had been writing songs all afternoon, couldn't help but speak up as he smelled the aroma of stir-fried dishes in the air.

The scene before us, including the people and the food, can be described in one word: a feast for the eyes.

"You've been writing songs all afternoon, you must be hungry."

"I ordered four dishes in total: Kung Pao Chicken Stir-fry, fried meatballs, sweet and sour pork, and a light stir-fried vegetable dish. I also bought one serving of rice and one serving of steamed buns."

As she placed the food on the table, Mo Zixue, wearing a baseball cap, smiled and said.

How did you know I was writing songs?

Wang Yueheng, who had just sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks, asked in surprise.

As far as I can remember, I haven't chatted with this girl since the class meeting.

"You don't play games, all you do is write books and compose songs."

"But lately I haven't noticed that you have any plans to write a new book, so your only hobby left is songwriting."

After tidying up, Mo Zixue also sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and said with a smile.

"Okay, you guessed right."

"I've been writing songs all afternoon and I'm so hungry."

Wang Yueheng nodded and smiled as he picked up some food.

It has to be said that having such a close friend by your side is truly comforting.

"Oh, right, you said you'd bring me some documents, what documents?"

While eating, Wang Yueheng asked curiously again.

"Yes, it's about the instructors for your freshman military training tomorrow. I asked someone to help me find out."

"These are all publicly available information, including which unit they come from, the number of instructors, their ranks, and some basic training data."

"I've prepared the document and sent it to your email. I think it might be helpful to you."