Even after Gu Moli turned and left, Zhao Hui continued to speak ill of her behind her back. Some of those who shared Zhao Hui's sentiments agreed with what he said.
Late that night, Zhao Hui got up to urinate in the bathroom. Just as he reached the door, a dark figure pounced on him. Before Zhao Hui could react, he was knocked to the ground. He couldn't resist and was firmly subdued.
The punches landed squarely, causing Zhao Hui excruciating pain. The assailant was highly skilled, striking precisely where it hurt. Zhao Hui tried to scream in agony, but with a crack, his jaw was dislocated.
Zhao Hui didn't know how long he had been beaten. When he regained consciousness, he was the only one left at the toilet door, lying on the ground alone.
He was curled up, cold sweat pouring down his forehead; the person who hit him had beaten him with deadly force.
Pain, pain all over his body, and worst of all, Zhao Hui felt his crotch was soaked. Zhao Hui struggled to his feet and, supporting himself against the wall, walked back to his dormitory.
Back in his dorm, Zhao Hui fumbled for a pair of pants in the dark, just about to change. Suddenly, the dorm lights came on, illuminating the room instantly.
Zhao Hui was startled; he was bending over, his pants pulled down to his thighs. Suddenly the lights came on, waking some of the people in the dormitory. Those who woke up were there to see why the lights were on, but instead saw Zhao Hui, his buttocks sticking out and his pants pulled down to his thighs.
"Zhao Hui, are you out of your mind? Why are you up in the middle of the night taking off your pants instead of sleeping?" The person who was awakened scolded Zhao Hui angrily.
"Can you smell a stench of urine?" asked the person sleeping next to Zhao Hui's bed.
When that person asked, the people in the dormitory started sniffing around, and sure enough, there really was a smell of urine.
"Hey, there really is a smell of urine. Who wet the bed?" someone asked, fanning their nose.
And so, everyone in the dormitory started looking for who had wet the bed. "Zhao Hui, is that you? You wet the bed! You smell really bad. No wonder you were up in the middle of the night, you wet the bed and got up to change your pants."
"Honestly, how old are you, still wetting the bed. Hurry up and change your pants, and take that diaper out of the dorm. It stinks to high heaven." The person who said this was the same one who had called Gu Moli a young master during the day, saying he wasn't enjoying his life at home.
Zhao Hui was so disgusted by the filth from his roommates that his face turned a deep purplish-red. He wanted nothing more than to disappear into a hole in the ground. "I didn't, I didn't wet the bed. I forgot to take my pants off when I went to the toilet, and I only remembered halfway through."
To save face, Zhao Hui had to lie. He couldn't reveal that he had been beaten so badly he wet himself. But he also couldn't admit to bedwetting.
"Come on, whether you wet the bed or something else, hurry up and change your pants and go to sleep. If you don't sleep, we still need to sleep. We have to get up before dawn tomorrow for training."
Zhao Hui was suffering in silence; the places where he had been hit were still sore. Now, he was being misunderstood as having wet the bed. He would never be able to face anyone again. Damn it, he hoped the bastard wouldn't find out who attacked him, or he would kill that bastard.
The bastard Zhao Hui had been talking about lay on the bed, laughing silently. His aunt and uncle had said the army had strict discipline and that everyone had to obey it, but they hadn't said anything about not being able to retaliate. Openly, it wasn't allowed, but if it was done covertly, who would know?
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