At 8 PM, the less-than-expected military song performance began.
Fortunately, they no longer needed to stand at attention late at night. They could sit in a circle around the lawn, with their beloved instructor in the center. The instructor's surname was Tang, and he looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was a very energetic person with a very determined, military-like gaze.
Although everyone was somewhat resistant to the military training content, the students had great respect for the instructors. After all, soldiers are soldiers, and their very identity commands respect. Every soldier who defends the country deserves respect.
Instructor Tang, as the leader, sang two lines for everyone. His voice was bright and clear, without the slightest hesitation, just very hearty. Even though he sang a little off-key, that didn't matter. The important thing was that the atmosphere was right.
As Qin You listened, he calmed down. Even though he was in an alternate dimension, everyone he encountered was real. Thinking about this, he stopped feeling so sentimental. Wasn't it good to live in the present?
"Qin You, Qin You—" someone next to him called out, "You've been chosen, hurry up."
Qin You snapped out of his daze and, seeing everyone staring at him, felt a little embarrassed. He whispered to the classmate next to him, "What do you want me to do?"
"Sing!" a kind classmate whispered to him.
Qin You exclaimed "Ah!" and then looked at the instructor standing in the center. The instructor's expression was better than he had expected. He didn't look angry, but he wasn't particularly happy either. He was probably unhappy that Qin You had been distracted.
Clearing his throat, Qin You took off his hat and put it back on. "I didn't sing very well..."
"Stand up and sing, and sing loudly." The instructor waved at him, saying that he didn't need to sing very well, since he wasn't there to be a singer.
Qin You stood up in front of everyone, thinking to himself that he was really unlucky, always getting picked on him.
Could it be due to the negative influence of the Hidden Sword's critical strike chance? Like how he finally managed to get the Hidden Sword's critical strike chance to fifty, but the number of times he gets a critical strike with the Tidebreaker skill is still very limited. Could it be that the negative influence of the "African Qi" (a term in Chinese astrology) affects the puppet...?
At this moment, Instructor Tang looked at him and suddenly smiled for some reason. Perhaps it was the boy's restraint. He then called out to Qin You to come to his side, "Come, come to the middle."
Qin You nodded silently, recalling the song in his mind. The puppet, aside from anything else, was best at imitation; singing a song shouldn't be a problem for it…
Me and My Motherland
Inseparable for even a moment
Wherever I go
A song of praise flows from all of them.
...
The boy's unique youthful voice made the whole song sound much more soothing and gentler. If the previous Instructor Tang sang about his magnificent love for the motherland, then the boy's gentleness and joy were a gentle praise of the motherland.
More importantly, he didn't sing off-key.
Although it was just an a cappella performance, the atmosphere and the music itself enhanced the feeling of the person in front of you, as if they were surrounded by a halo from the moon, making you gradually become mesmerized.
The short three minutes seemed to last an eternity. The moonlight, the singing, and the handsome young man before them all stirred the emotions within each person.
"Clap clap clap—"
Instructor Tang led the applause, his expression turning into a smile, and soon the others followed suit.
"Looks like our class's lead singer has been chosen," he said with a smile. "Alright, let's go back now."
Qin You bowed slightly to him, then strode back to his own little territory, that little corner.
As soon as he sat down, the kind classmate next to him pulled him aside and said, "Have you studied singing? You sing so well! Look at them, they're all mesmerized..."
Qin You smiled but didn't respond. He was just good at imitating, and the song itself was also very nice.
However, the version he heard was sung by a female voice, which seemed somewhat different from the one sung by the instructor…
But since the song is already over, let's leave it at that.
...
That evening, the video was posted on the school forum as expected. Judging from the angle, it seemed to have been posted by someone from their class. The lighting was a bit dim, making Qin You's face look a little blurry, but even so, the singing in the video was still quite clear, probably because no one in their group was talking and they were focused on listening to the song.
[...??? Are all freshmen these days so amazing?]
[Isn't this that amazing junior from before?]
[Audience members commented that this junior was incredibly cute!]
[Ahhh~ This voice is so gentle~ Is there a full version?]
Does anyone know which class this is from? I'm planning to go to the playground tomorrow to check.
[Wildlife conservation in the College of Biological Forestry—to be honest, this is the first time I've discovered our school even has this major…]
[An extremely obscure topic...]
[But this junior wasn't admitted through a transfer program; he applied for that specific major.]
[...? ? ? How did you know?]
[Hehehe, I just asked him that~]
[One was caught at the scene]
[The junior student seems quite approachable; I initially thought he'd be very aloof.]
[Thought he was aloof +1][Mainly because he's too tall, but his smile is actually quite warm...]
On the playground, Qin You, who is said to be aloof but has a warm smile, is walking slowly toward the supermarket with his arm around his roommate's shoulder.
Fang Zhe suddenly said he wanted to buy Coke, and it had to be ice-cold Coke. He was obviously provoked by the group of older students drinking Coke. Qin You didn't understand why he wasn't provoked in the afternoon, but had the idea in the evening. Was he just a bit slow to react?
The two of them each bought a can of Coke. Fang Zhe bought a raspberry Coke, while Qin You bought a Coke Zero, as he didn't like it too sweet.
Just as they were about to leave, they ran into Meng Liangchen, who had just come in.
"Hey, bro." Meng Liangchen flashed a row of big white teeth, grinning somewhat foolishly.
"Want a drink?" Qin You waved the cola in his hand.
"Yes!" Meng Liangchen didn't hold back at all.
Qin You went and bought another can of Coke. When she handed it to him, she asked him why he was alone and where his roommate was.
Meng Liangchen opened the can, took a sip, and then explained, "They went out for a late-night snack. I scraped my leg, so I didn't go with them. I wanted to come to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water."
"Where did you wipe it?" Qin You squatted down and lifted Meng Liangchen's trouser leg, startling Meng Liangchen so much that he almost choked.
"Brother, this is a supermarket, there are so many people here." Meng Liangchen quickly bent down.
Qin You glanced at him, then withdrew his hand. "Still concerned about saving face, huh?"
Meng Liangchen chuckled, which was taken as tacit agreement. There were so many people around; it wouldn't look good if others saw it.
"I brought some ointment. Come with me to the dorm to get it." Qin You had already seen the wound; it was just a minor abrasion, nothing serious.
"Okay." Meng Liangchen didn't refuse this time; the medicines his brother produced were all particularly effective.
The group of two became three. In addition to Coke, Qin You also bought some bread to prepare for breakfast the next day. He didn't want to squeeze into the cafeteria for the time being because it was hot.
The three chatted as they walked, and in less than ten minutes they were downstairs at the dormitory building.
Qin You told Meng Liangchen to wait downstairs while he went upstairs to get it.
Meng Liangchen obediently agreed.
Fang Zhe was the only one wondering if Qin You had a bit of a brother complex, considering everything for the other person, but it was clear that the two brothers had a good relationship.
Soon, Qin You brought down the ointment. "Apply a thick layer of this overnight, and it will be fine by the next day."
"Um."
"Go back now, it's getting late. Get some rest and remember to take your medicine on time," Qin You said, giving him the usual few words of advice before letting him go.
Another day at school passed by, and Xu Qian switched his perspective to the apartment, where Wan Hua Vest was finally watching Zhao Ye Hong.
Perfect!
He got up from the living room and went to the kitchen. He took out the chilled coffee jelly from the refrigerator, took a bite, and yum, the coffee flavor was very rich.
Just then, the apartment door rang.
Meng Ziqiu is back?
Xu Qian opened the door, and behind it was indeed Meng Ziqiu, but—
What's going on with you?
Meng Ziqiu was covered in dust, his dark gray windbreaker was filthy black, and there were a few unknown leaves hanging on the shoulder straps of his backpack. At first glance, he really looked like he had just run away from some mountain.
"It's nothing, I just ran into a little trouble on the way, but it's been resolved now. Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten all day..." Meng Ziqiu said, clutching his stomach and giving Xu Qian a simple, honest smile.
Xu Qian shook his head, as if helpless, "I made dumplings in the refrigerator."
"Hehe, I can eat fifty!" Meng Ziqiu said as he walked into the house, shaking off the dust that landed all over the floor.
Xu Qian 'kindly' suggested to him, "I'll go cook dumplings, you... go take a shower first."
"learn!"
Twenty minutes later, a completely refreshed Meng Ziqiu emerged from the bathroom, wearing a mustard yellow T-shirt and floral shorts, dressed as casually as could be, thankfully at home.
Seventy dumplings were already laid out on the table, along with a dish of vinegar—all the stock in Xu Qian's refrigerator—but he was confident that Meng Ziqiu could handle it all by himself.
Meng Ziqiu ate the entire plate of dumplings one by one, and then gulped down half a bottle of cold boiled water before telling Xu Qian about his experiences over the past few days.
Here's what happened—
In order to investigate the events surrounding Hua Laosan's shipwreck tomb, Meng Ziqiu went to the capital to inquire about the matter. After going around in circles, he finally managed to find out about one person—Black Dice.
The man nicknamed "Black Dice" was one of the crew members who participated in the salvage of the shipwreck tomb. According to him, apart from Hua Laosan and the other two bosses, no one else had ever seen the so-called "Moon Goddess" with their own eyes. They only learned about it after they returned, when Hua Laosan told others that he had salvaged this sapphire.
"No one has seen it with their own eyes?"
“Yes! Black Dice also said that there was nothing good on that wrecked ship, so I’m thinking that the ‘Moon God’ might have been fake from the start!”
Xu Qian found it strange and asked him again, "Didn't anyone question it back then?"
Meng Ziqiu took another sip of water, wiped his face, and said, "This is the second story."
There was a very key figure in this, namely one of Hua Laosan's bosses at the time, surnamed Xu. He came out to testify that the "Moon Goddess" was salvaged from that ship!
Author's Note: Me and My Motherland – Black Duck
I highly recommend this version!
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