Her pupils involuntarily contracted.
Rong Zhaonan? Didn't he leave? How come... he's at Fudan University?!
The tall figure on the podium spoke calmly—
"The next month is military training, and I don't want anyone to be late, otherwise you will see the consequences of being unpunctual."
Despite uttering threatening words, his voice was cool and calm, reminiscent of refreshing mint and ice cubes on a hot summer day.
There was no grand pronouncement common in this day and age, no encouragement or reprimand, but a single sentence silenced all the students.
The students, who were making a ruckus in private, all stared at the man above.
Then, everyone heard their head instructor casually say, "Speech over."
Rong Zhaonan walked directly off the stage.
The chubby department head was a little dazed. Uh, that's it?
He had never seen such a "concise and powerful" speech before, it didn't even have any atmosphere!
But after the head instructor left for a moment, applause slowly rose throughout the auditorium, and... it was very enthusiastic!
People have long suffered from leaders' tedious, self-indulgent speeches!
"Holy crap, our head instructor is so cool! I love his energetic style!" Yan Yangyang clapped excitedly.
Ning Yuan snapped out of her daze and scoffed, "What kind of tough act is that? It's just like a dog!"
It was a bit noisy around them, and Yan Yangyang asked, puzzled, "What did you say?"
Chu Hongyu heard this and glanced at Ning Yuan with a charming look: "What, do you know our beautiful head instructor?"
Although she was far away and wearing a hat, she could still see the cold, aloof head instructor on the platform.
Wow...it looks really good.
Ning Yuan stared straight at her notebook: "I don't know him, I just think he looks weird."
Chu Hongyu played with the hair in her hand, her peach blossom eyes curving into a smile, and said softly—
"Oh~ you mean he's better looking than a woman, right? Let me tell you, it's not just about having thick eyebrows and big eyes to be considered good-looking. Take our chief instructor, for example. With that face, he could have been a con artist in old Shanghai."
Ning Yuan: "..."
Sister, are you sure that's a compliment? Aren't "conspirators" a derogatory term used to describe old-fashioned Shanghai scumbags who live off women and cheat them out of money?
but……
Don't let Rong Zhaonan's current respectable appearance fool you; he really did live off her!
Ning Yuan chuckled at the thought.
Finally, it was the turn of the Economics Department Class 1 to perform.
There are 29 students in this class, with 15 boys and 13 girls attending this time.
Originally, it was supposed to be a performance by male and female partners and a chorus of different parts, but because one of the girls in Ning Yuan's dormitory hadn't registered yet, the two extra boys ended up together.
Ning Yuan had thought that she would be nervous or have a stiff expression when she went on stage in front of Rong Zhaonan.
It turned out that his partner was a young man from Tianjin who was only eighteen years old.
He glanced at Ning Yuan's stern face and laughed: "Oh, Sister Ning, I didn't do anything wrong!"
Ning Yuan, hearing his tone of voice sound like a stand-up comedian, chimed in, "How so?"
The little boy sighed, "With that serious expression, I thought you weren't here to dance with me, but to execute me!"
"Pfft..." Ning Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and he grabbed her hand.
Well, the claim that everyone in Jinshi can tell jokes has been established.
However, after all that commotion, she stopped being nervous and stiff, pretending not to see the people in the audience, and continued to move around normally, rehearse ballroom dancing, and sing... nursery rhymes.
Ah, I really don't know how the counselor came up with such a bizarre combination in her tiny brain!
Rong Zhaonan sat below, looking at the girl on the stage. She still had the familiar round face and big eyes, but she was dressed more stylishly.
She wore a red knee-length suspender skirt, and her long, curly hair, reaching her waist, was half-tied up, with the rest falling beautifully in curls over her shoulders.
Her hair was adorned with a matching hair clip, and her bright red lips made her fair skin stand out even more.
He narrowed his eyes. She seemed to be doing well and had a good relationship with her male classmates.
Rong Zhaonan gave a slight twitch of his lips; he knew she didn't care about what they had been through.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes indifferently and asked the person next to him, "Jin Yang, I remember you were the instructor in charge of the first class of the Economics Department?"
The young officer beside him nodded: "Yes, Captain Rong."
Rong Zhaonan said calmly, "This time, we'll add a self-defense technique for women. You can teach it to them."
Jin Yang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes!"
After the rehearsal ended, Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the stage.
Although she told herself to stay calm, for some reason, she always felt that Rong Zhaonan's gaze made her feel like she had thorns in her back.
Forget it, whatever reason he's the chief military training instructor at Fudan University, she has things to do anyway, so she'd better stay away from him.
"Where are you going? There's a performance at seven tonight." Yan Yangyang looked at Ning Yuan, who was carrying a shoulder bag and bicycle keys, looking like she was about to leave, and was very worried.
Although Ning Yuan was only a year younger than her, she was petite and had a youthful appearance, so both she and her mortal enemy Chu Hongyu treated her like the youngest in the dormitory!
Ning Yuan waved her hand: "I have something to do, I'll definitely be back by six o'clock tonight!"
"Be careful..." Yan Yangyang wanted to say something, but Ning Yuan had already run far away. She muttered to herself—
"Honestly, the performance is over, and the law students said they wanted to have a social event for the girls in our class, but this girl didn't even let me finish speaking!"
As Rong Zhaonan passed by, he glanced at Yan Yangyang. A social gathering?
Then, he looked at her petite figure from behind and turned to leave as well.
Ning Yuan rode her newly purchased women's bicycle, which she had bought half a month ago, through the alleyways where bed sheets and clothes fluttered in the afternoon at three o'clock.
Twenty minutes later, she rode to the entrance of a small building.
Several families lived in the small building, and the first floor was a small tailor shop.
Ning Yuan parked her bicycle at the entrance and went inside the store.
A thin, middle-aged tailor in his forties, with a tape measure around his neck, was ironing clothes when he heard the wind chimes hanging at the door jingling.
He looked up, saw Ning Yuan, and greeted her familiarly, "Little Ning, you're here to buy fabric scraps again? Did you sell out of the quilts from last time?"
Ning Yuan smiled at him, her eyes crinkling, "Good afternoon, Uncle Fang. The bedding sold very well last time, but everyone has basically finished their studies. This time I'm here to sell your things."
Upon hearing Ning Yuan's words, the male tailor paused, looked up at Ning Yuan, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
He smiled and said, "Really? Then come with me, Uncle."
As he spoke, he glanced at the tailor's assistant, who nodded.
Uncle Fang turned and walked into the inner room. Ning Yuan was not afraid and followed him in.
After passing through a room that looks like a living room, there is another inner room at the very back.
Inside, the old counters were piled with all sorts of messy old goods, making it look like a general store or a storage room.
On the yellowish glass cabinet sits a glass jar filled with colorful crystal candies, gleaming with a beautiful, dim yellow light.
Uncle Fang took off his glasses, looked at her and smiled: "Xiao Ning, what do you want to sell? You know Uncle rarely takes anything."
Ning Yuan took out a small handkerchief pouch from her bag, opened it, and revealed its contents.
It was a bracelet and the jade chili pepper that Ning Yuan was wearing...
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