Ning Yuan was a little puzzled and looked at her watch.
It's already 8:30, who would be looking for her? Could it be that Rong Zhaonan has something to do?
She thought for a moment and then happily ran out the door: "I'm going downstairs for a bit, my cousin might be coming!"
Chu Hongyu glanced at her and softly instructed, "Be mindful of your behavior with your cousin."
Ning Yuan coughed lightly: "Okay, I understand."
Then, he quickly went out.
Yan Yangyang, with a ballpoint pen in his mouth, asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did her cousin hit Ningning? And she's worried about the consequences?"
Chu Hongyu rolled her eyes: "You big monkey, you're hopeless. You'll never get married in this lifetime."
It's a wonder that Senior Brother Jin can tolerate this clueless girl.
Yan Yangyang was rebuffed, so she quickly retaliated: "Who said I can't get married? I saw a really handsome soldier on the playground. He's really good at fighting."
Chu Hongyu was startled and looked at Yan Yangyang: "You wouldn't have taken a liking to that big bear who exercises on the playground every day, would you?"
The only person in the school who could be associated with being a soldier, besides Rong Zhaonan, was that tall guy who showed off his muscles on the playground every day, over 190cm tall.
And I receive love letters from shy girls every day!
Yan Yangyang chuckled: "Yes, he's really handsome, much more handsome than the head instructor. I even wrote him a love letter."
Chu Hongyu rubbed her temples: "...What kind of taste do you people have?"
Unlike other parts of the country, Shanghai girls have a preference for refined, sophisticated gentlemen, an aesthetic that existed even before the liberation.
Otherwise, the con artists who used pretty boys to swindle women out of their fortunes wouldn't have been so rampant in old Shanghai.
Chu Hongyu couldn't help but ask, "That big bear receives so many love letters from girls every day, but I've never heard of him liking anyone!"
She wanted to shed a tear of sympathy for her senior brother Jin, who also had a refined, pretty-boy style.
Yan Yangyang's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly: "Hey, that's okay. I heard his unit is in Beijing, with a whole bunch of soldiers like him. I don't believe I can't catch one with my skills."
Chu Hongyu: "...Are you a female bandit? And you're planning to rob me?"
...
Ning Yuan had just run downstairs when she saw a tall figure standing there.
It wasn't Rong Zhaonan, but a younger boy.
He was wearing imported jeans, sneakers, and a denim jacket, which are rare even in Shanghai. He had almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and thin lips.
Her hair is also a naturally light dark brown.
He looks completely out of place in this era... well, South Korean actor Lee Jong-suk.
Who else could it be but Ou Minglang, whom she hadn't seen for several months!
However, at this moment, standing opposite this Jiaotong University "Lee Jong-suk" was a familiar figure to Ning Yuan—Ding Lan.
She was looking down shyly, seemingly saying something.
Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow and slightly raised her voice: "Ou Minglang!"
When Ou Minglang heard the familiar voice, he turned his head and saw a petite figure walking towards him.
A black velvet maxi dress, red Mary Jane shoes, long, black, waist-length curly hair, a fair, round face, and big eyes and a small mouth.
Just like those beautiful imported European dolls in the New Century Department Store.
He was stunned for a moment, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.
"What are you daydreaming about? You finally decided to come see me!" Ning Yuan delivered a powerful blow to his chest without hesitation!
The blow made Ou Minglang clutch his chest and curl up, taking a while to react: "You...you're Ning Yuan?"
He simply couldn't reconcile the stylish, doll-like girl in front of him with the simple girl in his memory with two long braids, a gray old plaid patched shirt, and gray-blue old work pants.
But the opponent's Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Fist struck his chest, making him realize that he hadn't made a mistake.
Ou Minglang was stunned: "You...you're wearing makeup?!"
Ning Yuan looked at his expression, as if he were two completely different people before and after makeup, and her fists hardened again.
She said irritably, "What do you mean? Was I ugly before?"
She had Chu Hongyu do her makeup today for the opening, but it wasn't heavy at all, just light makeup!
Ou Minglang looked her up and down, then couldn't help but shake his head, quite honestly—
"You were pretty before, but you're even prettier now. It's two different styles, so I didn't recognize you at first glance."
Ning Yuan's mood improved instantly, and she patted him on the shoulder: "A good kid who tells the truth, you have a bright future."
Look, they're all kids from military compounds. Boss Rong, a typical straight northern guy from a military compound, has a foul mouth and an awkward personality.
Ou Minglang, a young man from the Wenda compound, is quite talkative.
Ou Minglang slapped her hand away impatiently: "Who's the good kid! I'm twenty years old!"
Ou Minglang, who just celebrated his birthday at flight school, is in a bad mood because he's always being treated like a child wherever he goes.
"Ning Yuan, is he your friend?" Ding Lan's timid voice rang out.
Ou Minglang then remembered that there was someone standing in front of him.
He looked at Ding Lan and said, "I'm sorry, classmate, I accidentally broke your kettle. I don't know if you were burned. I'll pay for it."
As he spoke, he took out ten yuan.
Ning Yuan looked at the ground where Ou Minglang and Ding Lan had been, and sure enough, there was a kettle on the ground, the same one that Ding Lan had smashed.
The inner pot of the kettle with the watermark was broken, and hot water spilled all over the floor.
Oh wow, what a coincidence! Whenever Ding Lan needs something, she always manages to have an unexpected encounter with someone.
No wonder this guy said he'd get himself some hot water, but didn't come upstairs for ages.
These days, a kettle only costs five yuan, but Ou Minglang gave ten yuan because he didn't want the hassle.
I just don't know...
Ning Yuan glanced indifferently at Ding Lan, who was looking down, her face flushed, carrying her kettle in one hand and rubbing the hem of her clothes in the other.
I just don't know if Ding Lan is after money or someone else.
She was also quite curious about Ding Lan's attention to Rong Zhaonan and her subsequent attempts to curry favor with her "cousin".
Would she secretly flirt with Ou Minglang in front of her?
Ding Lan lowered her head and whispered to Ou Minglang, "I'm fine... This is too much money."
She looked as if she had been startled, her face flushed, making her look endearing.
Ou Minglang, however, didn't seem to care much. He simply shoved the money into Ding Lan's hand and said, "Take it, don't be shy. It was my fault."
After saying that, he turned around and pulled Ning Yuan's arm to walk out: "Come on, come on, I've never been to Fudan University before, come with me for a walk."
"Hey, why are you pulling and tugging at me!" Ning Yuan slapped his hand away and glared at him.
Ding Lan watched Ou Minglang and Ning Yuan talking, then walked away as if she didn't exist.
She bit her lip, a flash of annoyance crossing her eyes as she stomped her foot, but surprisingly, she didn't have the nerve to follow him.
This is so annoying. How come both Instructor Rong and this student Ou from Jiaotong University are connected to Ning Yuan?
It's not good to leave her hanging between two options.
She had to choose one to date, but both men seemed to be quite attractive, leaving her unsure of which to choose.
never mind……
She carefully and happily tucked the ten yuan into the pocket of her underwear.
Ten yuan is a lot; that's almost half a month's worth of food money.
She can think about it slowly. She can investigate further and see which one is easier to approach and which one is more generous with money.
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