Standard hurdles event.
Hua Rong ranked sixth in the entire class.
It's 0.86 seconds faster than his previous best time!
Yu Guangche ranked seventh.
400-meter obstacle course.
Hua Rong ranked fifth in the entire class.
It's 2.44 seconds faster than his previous best time!
Yu Guangche ranked sixth in the entire class.
100-meter freestyle.
Hua Rong ranked fourth in the entire class.
It's 1.14 seconds faster than his previous best!
Yu Guangche ranked fifth in the entire class.
...
Finally, Yu Guangche, still furious, went straight to Hua Rong.
"Fang Huarong, you're fucking messing with me! Why didn't you go all out?"
Once or twice, Hua Rong was just one syllable higher than him, and he could comfort himself by saying it was a coincidence.
But this has happened every time, so there's clearly a problem.
Hua Rong was stretching her thighs and didn't stop moving when she heard this.
"I did my best!"
Yu Guangche ran up to her and said, "You're talking nonsense about giving it your all! How come you can always beat me when you give it your all?"
Hua Rong nodded, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
"Okay, if I have to give a reason, then I'm only interested in beating you, okay?"
Hua Rong had a good impression of these hardworking young people.
Even Yu Guangche, who often picks on him, is no exception.
This young man, who came from a merchant family, joined the army.
In the end, he died on the battlefield.
They, still very young, all died in the enemy's war under the original owner's wrong orders.
Many people still have parents whose hair has not yet turned gray.
Many people haven't married, had children, or enjoyed life yet.
Many people's patriotic fervor has yet to be fully expressed.
The original owner, the culprit, lived to be a hundred years old, surrounded by children and grandchildren, with a beautiful wife and concubines who missed him dearly.
How ridiculous!
Hua Rong, in any case, really disliked the original owner.
Yu Guangche was momentarily blinded by the smile in Hua Rong's eyes.
Suddenly, his face flushed red, and he growled, "Fang Huarong, can you please stop laughing?"
Hua Rong was truly dumbfounded this time: "Why can't I laugh?"
Unable to answer, Yu Guangche glared at Hua Rong again and left.
Hua Rong was completely baffled.
Leng Huaqing, who was watching this scene from a short distance away, smiled but remained silent.
Speaking of which, there's the young master and Yu Guangche.
Hmm, is it a tsundere bottom vs. a domineering top?
Speaking of Yu Guangche, he is rather delicate-looking, but his muscles are no joke.
My face seems to turn red easily!
Looking at Hua Rong, who was still unaware of attracting unwanted attention, Leng Huaqing was also completely charmed.
The Glorious Couple seems pretty good!
Cough cough.
"Sister Huaqing, come here for a moment."
Hua Rong turned around and saw Leng Huaqing coming, so she quickly beckoned her over.
Of course, he had no idea what Leng Huaqing was thinking just now.
If they had known, they probably wouldn't have been so calm.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
Hua Rong pulled out a gun, aimed it at the target practice not far away, and fired a shot that hit the bullseye.
Then he turned his head, his slightly long bangs tracing an arc in the air, making him look dashing and heroic.
"Sister Huaqing, do you want to learn?"
"Me?" Leng Huaqing's fingers curled slightly, somewhat surprised.
Hua Rong walked over and shoved the pistol into her hand.
Then he gently embraced her from behind, being very polite and trying not to touch Leng Huaqing's skin.
As for his hands, he had already put on white military gloves.
At this moment, he didn't hold back and took her hand with his gloved hand.
Then she inserted her right index finger into the trigger.
He whispered in her ear, "Sister Huaqing, chaos is coming. You can't trust anyone, including me. So you must have the ability to protect yourself."
"Bang!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Hua Rong, holding Leng Huaqing's hand, pulled the trigger.
The bullet sliced through the air and hit the bullseye!
Leng Huaqing stared blankly at his hands, then stared blankly at the target not far away.
Hua Rong's words still seemed to echo in her ears.
The breath brushed against the cochlea, and the warmth it brought traveled from the cochlea to the heart.
That tremor that came from the depths of her soul left her speechless for a moment.
"Young Master, I..."
Leng Huaqing gripped the gun in his hand, turned around, and looked at Hua Rong, who was leaning against the wall with a roguish smile.
He was still a boy, but Leng Huaqing seemed to see a towering man in the blink of an eye.
That power emanating from a strong soul filled her with awe.
Hua Rong encouraged her, "Sister Hua Qing, you don't need to hold back. You too will become one of those who end the war on this land."
He walked over, tightened his grip on her hand holding the pistol, and said softly, "Do what you want to do, do what you can for this country. Of course, I won't force you."
Before turning to leave, Hua Rong draped her coat over Leng Huaqing's shoulders.
"It's snowing outside, don't get cold."
After saying that, he strode away from the target practice area with his long legs.
Hua Rong still has things she has decided to do in her life.
She couldn't get involved in the medical field.
But she once came into this world.
At that time, she loved singing opera, and after returning from studying abroad, she taught many medical students.
In the end, he also died somewhere on the battlefield.
He became an ordinary doctor who may never have even left his name.
He forgot a lot, even the people he had met in that world.
But I do remember a patriotic doctor named Leng Huaqing.
She was doing something similar, contributing to the unification of the country.
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