Chapter 84 A Young Man's Thoughts
That afternoon, during military training, a sudden downpour occurred, and the training venue for the next day was moved to the gymnasium of Yenching University.
However, the students no longer had to stand in the scorching sun, and a cheer immediately erupted from the crowd.
The summer sun was so scorching that even Cong Chun, who used to farm every day, got sunburned ears that were peeling.
Duan Mingxiao had given Cong Chun sunscreen, but Cong Chun had just put it in her pocket and it fell onto the grass while she was marching.
Only after resting did Cong Chun have time to pick it up.
Cong Chun stared thoughtfully at the sunscreen in his hand. The packaging had a string of foreign words from a niche country that he couldn't understand.
The young master said that these were the ones he used during his military training, and since there were no leftovers, he gave them to him to use.
However, Cong Chun later discovered that the sunscreen tube in her hand was very new, bulging with product, and had not decreased at all.
Duan Mingxiao reminded him to apply it, otherwise the sunscreen would expire soon.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Cong Chun squeezed out a coin-sized amount and haphazardly smeared it on her face, but left her ears and neck untouched.
So, a few days later, Cong Chun's ears peeled from sun exposure, and they remained red for a long time before the redness subsided.
He was completely unaware that a pair of somewhat distorted ears were perched on either side of his head.
Even after Cong Chun found out, he didn't take it to heart.
Previously, after Cong Chun finished harvesting rice in the fields under the scorching sun, his skin would turn red for a while, but it would recover quickly.
Therefore, he believes this time it should get better soon.
The weather in Jinghai today is terrible. It's raining heavily, and the air is stuffy, humid, and hot. The scent of grass and the sweet, earthy smell of the soil are rising up and filling the air.
It started raining, and the group rushed to the platform at the front of the playground to take shelter from the rain.
Cong Chun sat in the corner, and soon several girls in the class took the initiative to talk to him.
Because Cong Chun is good-looking and looks clean and tidy, although he doesn't talk much and doesn't initiate conversations with others.
However, Cong Chun didn't have the pungent, sweaty smell that most of the boys in the class had, so quite a few girls in the class still noticed him.
Several girls in the class had planned to take out sunscreen to reapply during military training, but they forgot to bring it. When they saw Cong Chun holding sunscreen, they boldly asked to borrow it from her.
However, he also harbored some desire to get to know Cong Chun, since there were no good male students in college, and it was easy for other girls to take a liking to him.
People who are good-looking, polite, and clean are popular, regardless of gender.
Cong Chun lent the sunscreen to the girl. A girl next to her, who was familiar with some brands, immediately recognized that Cong Chun's sunscreen was a product of a niche foreign brand.
It's a niche market, but it's very expensive.
The smallest tube, only 10ml, costs over a thousand yuan, not to mention Congchun's largest tube, 85ml.
When the girl who borrowed the sunscreen from Cong Chun found out, she was a little apprehensive. She would have been too embarrassed to ask to borrow such an expensive sunscreen if she had known the price.
After the incident of borrowing sunscreen, when they were sheltering from the rain, several girls saw Cong Chun sitting on the steps and took the initiative to go up and talk to her.
Cong Chun was a little embarrassed, so he answered whatever the girl asked him.
Half an hour passed in this back and forth, but the rain still didn't stop.
A moment later, whispers and a loud commotion suddenly arose in front of the stage, and a tall young man walked out from the crowd.
As a student majoring in diplomacy, Mo Xizhi gave a speech as a student representative on the first day of freshman enrollment.
With his outstanding appearance and aloof temperament, he is like a flower on a high mountain. In addition, his outstanding academic performance, even among a group of top students, has made him memorable to many people.
There were quite a few people ahead of him, taking advantage of the rain to surround Mo Xizhi and try to get his contact information.
However, Mo Xizhi refused all of them indifferently. The boy's eyes revealed a hint of indifference, his tone was icy, and he exuded an aura of "keep away."
The girl surrounding Cong Chun watched as this recently popular figure on the confession wall naturally came over to sit down next to Cong Chun, took out a form and handed it to him.
Cong Chun took the form from Mo Xizhi with some confusion. Mo Xizhi's knuckles were long and white as jade.
At the beginning of the semester, the students in the class were not very familiar with each other.
However, Cong Chun was quite famous in both of their architecture classes, thanks to his special forces-like performance during military training.
The boys in my class don't usually exercise much, and they can only do two or three pull-ups, while Cong Chun can do more than ten.
The instructors specifically praised him as an outstanding model student. Some boys thought Cong Chun was pretentious, wondering why he didn't slack off during military training.
You did such a great job that it made us other guys look like we were lazy and lacked physical strength. So, in order to get attention, some of the guys started fooling around and making noise, only feeling good when everyone's attention was on them.
Mo Xizhi held a form in his hand and asked Cong Chunlai to fill in the information, which was the list of outstanding role models.
The instructor in charge of their class called out the names of three people, and Cong Chun was the only boy among them.
Cong Chun saw the familiar handwriting on the form.
Cong Chun paused slightly in her grip on the pen, filled in the information, looked up, and softly asked Mo Xizhi beside her.
"Thank you for giving me those things that were at the dormitory entrance last time."
The bag contained a lot of ointments for reducing swelling and bruising, as well as imported fish oil. Because it was a foreign product, Cong Chun even checked it online and found that a bottle of fish oil cost more than 500 yuan, which was very expensive.
"But fish oil is a bit too expensive."
Mo Xizhi took the form without any extra emotion on his face. His eyes fell on Cong Chun's rain-soaked back, and his thin lips unconsciously tightened.
"The extra persimmon cakes at home, the ones you gave to Grandpa last time."
"I tried it too, the persimmon cake, it was very sweet."
Mo Xizhi's tone was steady, even sounding somewhat cold and aloof, but Mo Xizhi was usually sparing with his words and didn't waste them.
It's even less likely that they would comment on the food.
Here, Cong Chun is always happy whenever someone praises Grandma's persimmon cakes.
However, Cong Chun's back was wet from the rain, sticking to his back stickily, and the protruding spine of the boy was quite obvious.
After Mo Xizhi took the form, he left. A moment later, a pure white towel floated down onto Cong Chun's head, covering most of it.
Mo Xizhi looked down at the boy in front of her, her heart filled with complicated emotions. He was still the same as before, looking both pitiful and... cute.
"I brought an extra one, you can wipe it."
Cong Chun gladly accepted, knowing that Mo Xizhi was the grandson of the kind security guard and a good person as well.
"Thank you."
Mo Xizhi said calmly. He picked up a cotton swab with ointment on it and applied it directly to Cong Chun's sunburned ears.
Noticing the coolness on his ear, Cong Chun shrank back to the side.
"You..." What are you doing?
Mo Xizhi gripped Cong Chun's arm and pulled him back, lowering his raven feathers as he continued his actions, talking to himself.
"Don't be so polite with me."
"Because I am your friend."
A friend who has a crush on you…
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