Chapter Thirty-Two: Lover's Seat

  "From now on, no matter who is undergoing military training, if they want to speak or have something to say, they must first make a report. If they still speak without approval like this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

  Wei Wu looked coldly at the students majoring in Business Administration, especially casting a glance at Qian Hao standing at the front of the line.

  "Private, report your name!" Wei Wu expressionlessly said to Qian Hao.

  After that display of power, Qian Hao was already trembling with fear. Upon hearing Wei Wu's words, he hastily replied: "I'm Qian Hao."

  After finishing speaking, Qian Hao carefully glanced at Wei Wu again.

  "Who knows, Wei Wu still had a cold face and hummed: 'Don't you know that before answering the officer's words, you should shout 'report'? You students are just so lacking in quality, not even having these basic military qualities?'"

  With a disdainful glance at the nearly hundred student soldiers in front of him, Wei Wu called out again: "Lu Bing, what's your name!"

  This time Qian Hao learned his lesson and quickly shouted loudly: "Report! My name is Qian Hao!"

  At this time, Wei Wu nodded reluctantly, "Arrayed soldiers Qian Hao, enter array!"

  "Yes!"

  Qian Hao thought of the military TV series he had watched before, so he quickly imitated the style in it and gave Wei Wu a military salute, then turned around and ran back to the team.

  Although Qian Hao's movements were not standard, they looked more like Handan learning steps, and seemed a bit ridiculous. However, no one in the crowd dared to laugh out loud, because everyone had already witnessed the severity of the black-faced instructor in front of them. No one wanted to become the second person to be called out for reprimand.

  Qian Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he rejoined the group, his back drenched with sweat, unsure if it was from the scorching sun or sheer fright.

  At this time, Wei Wu spoke again: "I don't care what you think in your hearts, since you have become my soldiers, you must obey orders!"

  "Today at 2:30 pm sharp, military training will begin on time. No one is allowed to be late! Now, dismissed!"

  Wei Wu turned around and left, from head to toe he was gloomy, without relaxing a single bit.

  When Wei Wu left, almost everyone couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure Wei Wu had given them earlier was really too great, making everyone feel tense and worried that they would be caught off guard by this "black-faced god" and scolded. Now that it's over, everyone relaxed.

  "Whoa, this 'Black-Faced God' is too ruthless. As soon as he arrives, he gives us a warning shot!"

  Qian Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered angrily under his breath.

  "He thinks he's someone, always putting us down with every word. What a joke, isn't he just a broken-down superior soldier?"

  Next to him, someone immediately echoed Qian Hao's words. Apparently, people who didn't like Wei Wu weren't just Qian Hao. In fact, most of these students were very dissatisfied with Wei Wu's attitude earlier, but no one dared to express it when Wei Wu was around. Now that Wei Wu is gone, who would still care about so much, and they all started discussing angrily.

  Zhao Yang glanced at the people around him, patted Qian Hao's shoulder and said: "Forget it, just consider it a lesson. In the future, pay more attention. After all, he is an instructor, being strict can help everyone truly gain experience from this military training."

  "Zhao Yang, although it's said that way. But thinking about how that kid was obviously intentionally picking a fight with me to kill the chicken and scare the monkey, I'm still not feeling good in my heart." Qian Hao scolded angrily.

  "Alright, just bear with it, what can you do if you're not satisfied? You still have to behave and attend the military training, unless you don't want your credits," said Zhao Yang.

  "What else can I do? Being assigned to this cruel instructor, I have no idea how I'll survive the next two weeks of military training. Damn it, I'm so unlucky!"

  Zhao Yang smiled and didn't say anything more. Qian Hao's depression was understandable.

  "Alright, Zhao Yang, you'd better hurry up and go have dinner with your classmate Mu Qinglan, I'm fine." Qian Hao said as he saw Mu Qinglan standing beside him waiting for Zhao Yang.

  "Okay, let's go then."

  Zhao Yang nodded and bid farewell to Qian Hao before walking up to Mu Qinglan, "Qinglan, let's go."

  "Ah, okay!" Mu Qinglan smiled sweetly, and the scorching heat from being under the big sun for so long seemed to dissipate a lot all at once.

  "By the way, Zhao Yang, you said your family didn't have a computer or phone before, so didn't you even apply for a QQ account?" Mu Qinglan suddenly asked as they walked along the road.

  Zhao Yang shook his head and said: "No, I haven't been online for days. Usually there's no need to go online, so I never applied for these things."

  "Oh, I see. Well, I'll head back to the dorm tonight and help you apply for one. I'll give you my account number and password later, okay?" Mu Qinglan said.

  Zhao Yang originally thought that this Penguin number was dispensable, but thinking that he had to reintegrate into modern urban society after all, if he didn't come into contact with these things at all, he would inevitably continue to be out of touch with the times. Moreover, Mu Qinglan was so enthusiastic, and it wasn't good to reject her kindness, so he nodded in agreement.

  "Alright then, I'll trouble you."

  "No trouble at all, I'll just apply for everything at once, hehe." Seeing Zhao Yang agree to let her help him apply for a penguin number, Mu Qinglan had a inexplicable joy in her heart.

  Two people chatted and strolled out of H University, Zhao Yang took Mu Qinglan to a commercial food street outside H University. As for this food street, Zhao Yang was very familiar with it, after all, his family lived nearby, and he often came here to eat from a young age, how could he not be familiar?

  Zhao Yang had told Mu Qinglan before that the beef offal shop was on this food street.

  When the two arrived at the beef noodle shop, there were already many students from H University queuing up inside. It was lunchtime and the whole place was almost packed to capacity, showing just how popular this beef noodle shop was.

  "Wow, so many people!" Mu Qinglan exclaimed in surprise.

  Zhao Yang smiled and said, "It's always like this here. As soon as it's time to eat, the place is packed. But the beef offal here is really delicious, that's why so many people are willing to line up and wait just to come here and have some."

  "Alright, let's go get a number and wait for some good stuff too," Zhao Yang added.

  "Ah, okay!" Mu Qinglan nodded and followed Zhao Yang into the room.

  As they walked into the store, the two of them searched for a seat for a long time. Finally, Mu Qinglan's sharp eyes spotted an empty couple's seat in the corner and quickly pulled Zhao Yang saying: "Zhao Yang, there is still a couple's seat over there, let's hurry up and occupy it first."

  After finishing speaking, Mu Qinglan's pretty face was unnaturally flushed for a moment, lightly biting her red lips, and secretly thought: Mu Qinglan, why did you have to emphasize that it was the "lovers' seat"? What if Zhao Yang misunderstood?

  Thinking about it, Mu Qinglan couldn't help but sneak a peek at Zhao Yang, but unfortunately, Zhao Yang didn't notice her abnormal behavior at all, and even more so, he didn't think that Mu Qinglan would be entangled in so many knots because of the "couple seat" she mentioned.

  Mu Qinglan felt a mix of relief and inexplicable loss.

  "But at this time Zhao Yang had already spoken up and said: 'Let's go, let's go over there.'"

  Mu Qinglan immediately put away the distracting thoughts in her mind and followed Zhao Yang to that "lovers' seat".

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