"After rehearsal, wait directly at the school gate."
Fu Hanzhou interrupted her harshly, veins popping out on the back of his hand that was gripping the steering wheel.
Qin Ying choked up in her throat, pursed her lips, and swallowed the words of explanation back into her stomach.
She wanted to say that Wei Zhuolan acted like that last night because he saw him coming and was pretending.
But Fu Hanzhou was angry now. Although he knew she wanted to explain, he didn't want to listen.
She was also quite annoyed. This was not her fault. No matter what her attitude was, if Wei Zhuolan didn't give up, he would use his position to get close to her.
Unless you don't read it.
She understood that Fu Hanzhou's anger and uneasiness came from his concern. Thinking of his red eyes last night and his suppressed anger, she silently closed the lunch box and turned to the window.
The jeep stopped at the school gate. The moment Qin Ying got out of the car, a low command came from behind her:
"Stay away from Wei Zhuolan."
She looked back and saw Fu Hanzhou's eyes were as sharp as nails, with an unquestionable sense of oppression.
She frowned slightly, said nothing, and watched his car drive away.
Through the rearview mirror, Qin Ying's figure gradually shrank into a blurry dot.
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and he impatiently pulled open the button on his collar.
Thinking of Qin Ying's hesitant look just now, his hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened.
I clearly wanted to hear her explanation, but I was afraid to hear her make excuses for Wei Zhuolan.
Fu Hanzhou felt an inexplicable irritation surging in his chest, as if there was a fire burning, making his eyes hot.
With a "bang", a shrill horn sounded. He slammed the steering wheel hard and stepped on the accelerator. The sycamore trees on the side of the road quickly retreated, as if venting the troubled thoughts in his heart.
After returning to the military area, Fu Hanzhou did not get out of the car immediately. He sat in the car, took out a cigarette box, and lit a cigarette in a distracted manner.
The cigarette butt flickered between her fingers, and the smoke blurred the windshield, but it could not hide the figure of Qin Ying who stubbornly rushed into the rain last night.
The grievance that flashed across her eyes was like a needle piercing his heart.
He also understood that it would be easy for Wei Zhuolan to get close to Qin Ying.
But he was blinded by jealousy. When he thought of the man touching Qin Ying, his rationality was completely burned away by jealousy.
Not allowing her to live on campus and having to pick her up and drop her off every day seemed like protection, but in reality, it only made Wei Zhuolan even more unscrupulous...
His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of regret and helplessness. He sighed, extinguished his cigarette, opened the car door and got out. He wanted to pick her up early today and see how she rehearsed her show.
*
The fluorescent tubes in the auditorium of Yancheng Medical College were crackling, and the faded red silk curtains were swaying gently in the draft.
It was the unique stickiness of late summer, with the lingering dampness from last night's rainstorm, filling the entire auditorium with an oppressive atmosphere.
Qin Ying had just finished the morning rehearsal with the art troupe and was walking on the wooden steps to check the microphone. There were still water droplets on the metal stand.
Wei Zhuolan pointed out several problems and demanded that the afternoon rehearsal must be modified and the venue layout must be adjusted accordingly.
Taking advantage of the lunch break, Qin Ying and her classmates took advantage of the time to work in the auditorium.
The medical school is the home turf, and they have to do everything themselves.
As Qin Ying was standing on tiptoe trying to hang a banner on the wall, she heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground behind her.
Gu Ping'an walked in gracefully holding an enamel pot. She was wearing a white dress with a nipped waist and a white orchid brooch on her collar. The scent of jasmine hair oil on her hair penetrated her nose without any obstruction, and it was so sweet and pungent.
Her fingertips were wrapped around the silver chain of the white orchid, and her eyes swept across Qin Ying's cuffs stained with glue. Her voice was cold and greasy:
"Squad Leader Qin, how could you bear to do such rough work when your hands are used to write the top-scoring exam papers?"
She wanted to stretch out her hand but didn't, as if she was trying to help.
Before she finished speaking, Qin Ying used the force to jump off the bench and steadily avoided her hand.
Gu Ping'an's fingertips were suspended in the air, and he suddenly laughed:
"Look at my memory. Squad Leader Qin is the top scorer in the college entrance examination. There should be many people helping you."
Qin Ying ignored her, walked to the table nearby and sat down, picked up her speech and read it carefully, revising it as she went along.
Her speech is relatively early, and she needs to be familiar with the content of the speech and strive for perfection.
Gu Ping'an stared at Qin Ying and repeatedly checked the speech, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the peony pattern on the enamel pot.
Qin Ying ignored her, which made her feel a little embarrassed. She kept insisting:
"Team Leader Qin, please worry about the program list and pay more attention to it. Don't make things difficult for the comrades in the art troupe because of your problems."
Qin Ying was about to speak when the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.
Wei Zhuolan strode over with a folder in his arms:
"Qin Ying, the show time has been advanced..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
Gu Ping'an suddenly screamed and fell forward, and the enamel pot in his hand accurately hit the speech in Qin Ying's hand.
The edge of the ink tank brushed past her wrist and hit the blue ink beside her hand. The moment the thick ink exploded on the paper, she took a half step back, and her white shirt was splattered with ink spots.
Gu Pingan covered his mouth and exclaimed:
"I'm sorry! This tank keeps slipping..."
She took out her handkerchief and hurriedly wiped Qin Ying, but deliberately rubbed more ink on her body.
Looking at the smudged manuscript in Qin Ying's hand, with a faint sense of guilt on his face, his eyes were devoid of sincerity:
"It's all my fault. How about I find someone to rewrite it..."
“No need.”
Qin Ying sneered and shook off her hand, pinching the soaked paper and shaking off the blue ink on it.
He took out a neatly folded draft from his canvas bag and looked at her expressionlessly:
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