Chapter 7 (1/2)

The girls of the female Dorm No. 419 invited Zhao Yuan to tea.

“You embarrassed him so much in public! You overdid it!” Zhang An’an said. “Did you see his gaze earlier? It was as sharp as a knife! It was so cold that it made one’s liver and lung shiver! Moreover, he deserved credit for maintaining discipline and even when he was punished, he didn’t show the slightest bit of reaction. He really knows how to grasp the bigger picture. I think Zhao Yuan will have a hard time nailing him.” Zhang An’an was still having lingering fears over Lin Wenxi’s gaze when they were in the square-shaped military boxing parade.

“No… I was doing it to vent anger on behalf of Wanxin,” Zhao Yuan retorted self-righteously.

“Venting anger? That’s one way to do it. But if you overdo things, how will you ‘bend’ him?” Shu Xiaoman interrupted.

“I think… it doesn’t matter… whether he’s ‘bent’ or not. We don’t have to go all the way,” Chen Wanxin suddenly said.

Zhao Yuan’s eyes immediately brightened. “Why don’t we drop this? We’ll just let it be.”

“No way, no way! That’s completely insincere! What you have to do next is to treat him kindly! Suppress him and then praise him! When conditions are right, success will naturally follow!” Zhang An’an laughed while clapping.

After thinking about it, Chen Wanxin reluctantly nodded.

“I think the two of us must do something to suppress him or success will be far out of grasp,” Zhang An’an said, smiling.

“What are you going to do?” Inevitably, Shu Xiaoman was on guard.

Zhang An’an flashed her a faint smile. “I care so much for Lin Wenxi; how could I bring myself to do anything to him?” She whispered into Shu Xiaoman’s ears and the latter couldn’t stop herself from howling in laughter.

“Could it be that you want me to make the move myself?” Chen Wanxin asked.

“No. If it’s you, he’ll either be dead or injured. Didn’t you just make Zhang Liang from the next class swallow the love letter he wrote to you while crying the day before yesterday?” Shu Xiaoman immediately raised a hand to stop her.

“I heard there’ll soon be a camp. There will be plenty of chances,” Zhang An’an said, smiling.

The camp that Zhang An’an mentioned was the cruelest part of the military training for freshmen of Jifu University. The so-called training could be better described as a countryside survival contest. Students were free to form their own groups. Food was limited and each group would have to find a depot to replenish their stock. This year, the freshmen and sophomores would train together. There would be three thousand students in total. Only the first three hundred students to reach the depot would be qualified to enter the second round. The students would keep getting eliminated until the champion, first runner-up, and second runner-up were crowned at the final depot.

Wang Xiang was loudly reading the rules while slowly rubbing the stubble on his chin. He cast a sideward glance at Lin Wenxi’s sleek-as-jade neck and chin and clicked his tongue while sighing.