In the afternoon, Si Yang was herding sheep on the mountain while lying on a rock and writing a self-criticism.
The spring sunshine made her feel warm, and she yawned as she felt sleepy.
The word count is about 800, so I'll just fill it up with 200 words.
Si Yang pouted, put the pen on his lips, cupped his cheek, and murmured, "What should I write about?"
"Sister Si Yang, haven't you finished writing yet? Captain Pei has already punished you, why do you still need to write a self-criticism?" Xiangcao came over and grumbled on behalf of Si Yang.
"Don't mention that bastard. If he dares to ask me to write a thousand today, I can make him write ten thousand tomorrow!"
"Ah?" Vanilla looked surprised.
Si Yang was about to speak when he accidentally noticed something glowing at Vanilla's feet.
She stretched out her arm to pick it up and took a look. Her eyes lit up. It was a finely crafted fruit hairpin with sparkling pink and blue rhinestones. This thing was definitely not something that could be made with the current level of craftsmanship.
"Vanilla, is this yours?" Si Yang asked seriously.
Vanilla then realized that she had dropped something. "Bai Tian forced this on me. She said she wanted to apologize to us for hurting my brother before."
"Bai Tian gave it to you?" Si Yang frowned.
"Yes! She comes to my house every few days recently, and my brother has forgiven her." Vanilla said with a dissatisfied pout.
Si Yang lowered his eyes to think about Bai Tian's recent behavior, then looked up at Xiangcao and asked, "Xiangcao, do you think Bai Tian is different now than before?"
Vanilla sat down and tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "She's always been annoying. If there's anything different about her, does being thicker-skinned count?"
"This..." Si Yang was about to respond when he saw Zhang Xiao'e coming over.
"Bai Tian has changed a lot recently. She's like a completely different person compared to before."
Si Yang suddenly became interested. "For example?"
Zhang Xiao'e then recounted Bai Tian's recent highlights...
When Bai Tian first joined the art troupe, she had no fame. However, recently she has played the violin at an artistic level and shined in promotional performances. The leaders of the troupe have praised her several times.
Not only that, she can speak three foreign languages, speaks foreign languages with her roommates in the dormitory every night, and she also writes poems in foreign languages.
She even solved the problem of water shortage for the entire company. She used an underground ditch to divert well water several miles away to a puddle next to the company's dormitory. From then on, the company no longer had to go to the well for water.
"The quartermaster and the instructors all praised her highly. If you, Si Yang, hadn't just gone to Beijing to receive the National Combat Hero Medal, no one in the Corps would have been able to surpass her in popularity."
After listening to Zhang Xiaoe's stories about Bai Tian, Si Yang thought of the "silly Bai Tian" who followed Qin Zhenzhen in the past, and finally felt that something was wrong.
Could it be that the original heroine has some hidden vest? So her usual innocent and sweet image is just an act?
Then why was she suddenly exposed?
No! That's not right!
That hairpin explains it all. Could Bai Tian be a time-traveling heroine?
In the evening, Si Yang went to Pei Tingyu's office to submit his self-criticism.
In addition to Pei Tingyu, Xue Bin was also in the office. The two men were talking, and she stood quietly by the door for a while.
A few minutes later, Xue Bin turned around and saw her standing by the door with her self-criticism in hand. He smiled gently and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No, I just got here." Si Yang is always extra polite when facing the gentle instructor. It is not good to scare him.
"Come in." Xue Bin took the documents and left the office.
Si Yang glanced at Pei Tingyu, who didn't even raise his head, and slammed the self-criticism on his desk.
"Take it!"
Pei Tingyu glanced at the crumpled paper on the table, his eyes suddenly cold. "Is this the self-criticism you wrote?"
Si Yang didn't feel guilty at all. "Yes! A thousand words, not one less or one more. If you don't believe me, count them."
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