Fu Qin got up, washed, and opened the dormitory door at five o'clock in the morning.
Today is the first day of school and an opening ceremony will be held in the morning.
At this time, most people were still asleep, with only a few students waiting at the door early to go out for a morning run.
"Good morning, teacher." Someone else greeted Fu Qin.
"Good morning." Fu Qin responded, opened the door and went back to take a nap.
I didn’t dream this time.
Because Moran had greeted her in advance, Fu Qin got up not long after sleeping, changed her clothes, and went to attend the opening ceremony.
When Fu Qin arrived at the school auditorium, it was already full of people.
After taking a look, Fu Qin turned directly to the corner of the last row and found a seat to sit down.
Moran on the other end was still sending her messages, asking her if she had arrived.
Fu Qin yawned and replied:
Your father: Here we are.
Then she saw Moran, who was sitting in the first row, looking back frequently.
Many students thought Moran was conducting a surprise inspection, and were so frightened that they quickly sat up straighter and dared not whisper to each other.
When Moran's gaze swept over Fu Qin, Fu Qin waved his hand slightly to indicate that he was there, and didn't care whether Moran saw him or not.
But Moran had good eyesight and still saw her among tens of thousands of people.
After all, there's no way to sit properly when you only have a quilt, just lean back in the chair and do whatever is comfortable for you.
After confirming that a certain dormitory manager had indeed come to attend the opening ceremony, Moran turned around and stopped looking back from time to time.
At nine o'clock, the opening ceremony officially began.
The principal gave a speech right at the beginning.
Moran stood up from his seat.
He had obviously dressed up deliberately. His golden hair was curled and parted on the side, which made his face look small and delicate, so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
Further down is a slim-fitting white suit. If you look closely, you can see that the suit is covered with dark patterns, which appear and disappear as he moves.
He walked onto the stage gracefully, shaking his feathers like a flamboyant peacock.
As the focus of attention in the auditorium, Moran scanned the entire audience with satisfaction. Just as he was about to deliver his opening speech, he discovered that a dormitory manager in the last row was openly slacking off.
The smile on Moran's face froze for a moment, but his strong business skills allowed him to start his speech as planned.
While he was speaking, Fu Qin only looked up at the stage and glanced at the stage. Apart from that, he was focused on the book in his hand and didn't pay any attention to how Moran was different today than usual.
Just as Moran's speech was about to end, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
Some people even stood up excitedly.
This made more people look over curiously, and then they widened their eyes in disbelief.
Fu Qin heard the small discussions of the people around him:
"Is it really the Marshal?"
"The Marshal himself is here?"
"Am I dreaming?"
When Fu Qin looked up, a passage had already been cleared at the door.
Under everyone's gaze, Song Tingyun walked slowly into the auditorium from outside. There was not a single wrinkle on his black and gold military uniform. The buttons on his collar were buttoned to the top meticulously. The golden epaulettes sparkled under the light. Everything was just perfect.
Everyone was involuntarily attracted to him and didn't even notice when Moran stopped speaking.
As soon as Song Tingyun came in, he scanned the entire room.
The noisy crowd fell silent almost immediately, and everyone looked at him with fervent eyes filled with longing and awe.
Song Tingyun scanned the eager faces and immediately found Fu Qin hiding behind them.
Fu Qin was also looking at him with his chin in his hand.
A smile appeared in Song Tingyun's eyes, and then he turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened, looked at Moran who had paused his speech on the stage, and raised his hand to signal him to continue.
Judging from Moran's reaction, he probably didn't know Song Tingyun would come.
Because the incident happened suddenly, several school leaders quickly stood up and invited Song Tingyun to sit in the middle of the first row.
From Moran's perspective, he was facing Song Tingyun's extremely deceptive face.
The corners of Moran's mouth twitched, and a hint of disgust unconsciously flashed in his eyes.
He cut the rest of the manuscript again and again and started directly with his closing statement.
After finishing his speech and stepping down from the stage, Moran sat down next to Song Tingyun and completely gave up on controlling his facial expression. He snorted coldly, not giving Song Tingyun any face at all.
Song Tingyun had never attended the opening ceremony of the Federal Military Academy in the past twenty years. No one invited him this time, but he came here eagerly. What else could it be for?
Others may not know, but Moran knows it clearly.
How could he be nice to the other person?
Faced with the cold face of his long-time friend, Song Tingyun remained calm and sat leisurely. After listening quietly for a while, he was invited to the stage.
Standing in the center of the stage, Song Tingyun could take in the entire audience, including someone who was slacking off again.
Similarly, the people in the audience could also clearly see this big shot whom they had only seen on Starnet.
Song Tingyun's height of 1.93 meters makes him stand out in the army. He looks even taller when standing on the stage. With his superior bone structure and deep eyebrows, he is a standard handsome guy with a strong complexion.
But what makes people most obsessed is Song Tingyun's pair of blue eyes. Unlike the cold eyes of other bigwigs in the military, they are gentle and affectionate. When you are looked at by him, you will have the illusion of being cherished by the whole world.
It is no wonder that Song Tingyun always tops the list of "Federal Golden Bachelor" in the Star Network voting every year, attracting countless people and filling the military with gifts from his suitors.
It’s a pity that the flowers have feelings but the water is heartless. Although Song Tingyun has many admirers, no one has ever heard of him being too close to anyone in the past twenty years.
He is focused on his work every day and his diligence is comparable to that of an ascetic monk.
This made many people secretly wonder what Song Tingyun would be like when he fell in love.
Fu Qin was unaware of the above rumors and had never thought about finding out, but he couldn't help but hear people whispering in his ears.
Since Song Tingyun appeared, similar praises have been endless.
The people around me took advantage of the fact that they were sitting in the back row and were all gossiping secretly.
Those who are envious of looks, those who are obsessed with couples, and those who are just talking nonsense are all not serious topics.
Fu Qin has always had good ears. Even though he didn't think about listening carefully, he almost heard the whole thing.
After a while, someone nearby whispered, "Is it my imagination? Why does the Marshal always seem to be looking in our direction?"
Another person directly poured a basin of cold water on her: "Wake up, who among us can attract the Marshal's attention?"
Someone else offered a new idea: "Oh no, could the Marshal have discovered that we were whispering?!"
The topic completely changed. Although they were not sure whether Song Tingyun could notice it, in order to leave a good impression in front of him, no one dared to say anything.
Fu Qin turned another page without even raising his head.
Song Tingyun's speech was much shorter than Moran's. He didn't prepare any draft before coming. He just said some routine motivational words and then left the stage.
But even when sitting in the audience, he is the most popular person.
Who has the heart to listen to the lecture at this time?
After the opening ceremony, the cadets had to return to their respective classes for class meetings. Urged by their teachers, they had no choice but to look back at Song Tingyun reluctantly as they left.
Although we hadn't walked far, we looked back quite a few times, which directly led to congestion at the entrance of the auditorium.
Song Tingyun and Moran, who were at the center of the storm, were trapped inside and couldn't get out.
There is no such trouble at all when using a quilt.
She stood up, easily squeezed out of the auditorium, and then walked against the flow of people towards the men's dormitory.
When she left the auditorium, she was the only one left.
As I walked, there was another person beside me.
Fu Qin didn't say anything, and the man didn't say anything either.
When they were almost at the bottom of the dormitory building, Fu Qin asked, "Are you going to visit my office?"
Song Tingyun, who was supposed to be stuck in the auditorium, turned his head to look at her: "Is it okay?"
He asked politely without stopping.
"Let's go." Fu Qin replied.
Fu Qin led Song Tingyun into the dormitory building and to her office.
Song Tingyun looked around, touched his chin and concluded: "Not bad."
"Yeah." Fu Qin sat down in his seat, then pointed to another chair and asked Song Tingyun to sit there as well.
Song Tingyun followed and sat down.
After a moment of silence, Song Tingyun asked, "So, have you decided to work at the military academy?"
Fu Qin didn't answer directly: "I think it's good here. The work is easy and I have flexible hours. You know, I've always wanted to find a job like this to support myself in my retirement."
They had indeed talked about the future, right here on this planet.
They were only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time.
After finishing a day of training, the three-person team secretly climbed over the wall under the cover of night to have a midnight snack.
They sat on small benches in the open air, eating skewers and chatting. Although they were physically tired, they were mentally excited.
As we chatted, we inevitably talked about ideals.
Song Tingyun said he had no ideals, and the path he wanted to take had been paved since he was born.
After graduation, he will follow his family's arrangements to join the military and take every step carefully for the glory of his family.
Moran disagreed: "You will listen to them obediently? I don't believe it."
"My dad wants me to inherit his business. Look, I've secretly come to the military academy to study. I want to become the best mecha maker in the universe!"
When talking about his ideals, Moran's amethyst eyes sparkled.
He does have great talent in mecha manufacturing.
When it was Fu Qin's turn, he thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any ideals. If I must say, after graduation I want to find a stable job with enough money, enough sleep, and enough food to eat."
Her ideas have always been simple and she doesn't ask for much.
Before the other two teammates could say anything, Zhou Xu, who had also jumped over the wall to earn some extra cash, heard from afar and sneered, "You're useless."
Moran slammed the table and said indignantly: "What are you talking about?!"
Zhou Xu walked closer and refused to give in. "I said you're useless. If your hearing isn't working well, I can speak louder."
The two weaklings started fighting.
Song Tingyun helplessly wanted to call Fu Qin to help separate the two men, but he found that Fu Qin had also joined the fight.
Song Tingyun had no choice but to pull Fu Qin first. After all, this man's destructive power was not on the same level as the other two.
In the end, the barbecue stall was turned into a mess by the three of them, and the owner reported the matter directly to the school.
The four people received a self-criticism and were asked to read it aloud in public.
The school also recorded a video at the time.
However, this video was destroyed by Moran after he became the principal.
The four of them were young and naive at that time, with the innocence of youth in their hearts, and their future had endless possibilities.
No one had ever thought that new opportunities would later bind them together tightly. Some gave up their dreams, some were abandoned by their families, and they carried huge burdens, moved forward through difficulties, and shared glory.
"That's right," Song Tingyun obviously thought of this past event, his eyes revealing a bit of nostalgia: "I wonder if that barbecue restaurant is still there now."
"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door.
"What are you whispering about behind my back?" Moran stood at the door with his arms folded, looking like a husband who had come to catch an adulterer.
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