“…” The instructor looked with a tongue-tied expression towards Yang Bing, and amidst the stifled laughter of the whole squad, he waved his hands and said to Yang Bing, who was about to faint from being too ashamed, “You’re not a little girl… Never mind, go on, go on.”

…

There was a total of seven days of military training, and half of it had passed in a flash. Each instructor was also not as strict as before; instead, they would arrange for the different squads to get together at night from time to time, having singing contests to build friendships.

Just like right now.

The male Squad 2 and 3 were seated together because their instructors were on good terms; with the idea of ‘matching boys with girls,’ the two instructors even secretly brought the girls from Squad 6.

Ji Zhiyao casually placed one leg on the ground, and the other propped up lazily as he talked to Wen Heng with his head tilted.

“About that match yesterday, not that the new champion you used wouldn’t work, but her attack range is too short, and my assassin has a demand for timing, so it’s difficult for us jungler and bottom lane to work together. Let’s try another combination next time.”

Wen Heng nodded, picking up his phone. “I’ll go start an individual mode to practice.”

“Okay.”

Ji Zhiyao freely looked across the other squads not too far away, but very quickly, his attention was caught by another drama queen by the other side.

“… What are you doing?”

The person who was interrupted swiftly put away what seemed to be a mirror and plastic comb in his hands. Sneakily checking out the surroundings before turning back, he replied. “Combing my hair, isn’t it obvious?”

Ji Zhiyao looked up, gazing at the pitch-dark sky, and then turned towards the drill ground lights that were always switched off.

Of course he knew this person was combing his hair, but it was so dark, who was he expecting to see him?

“Forget it, I suppose a single pringle like you wouldn’t understand.”

Yang Bing stuffed his mirror and comb into his pockets with a smug look and then said, “Do you see all the pretty girls over there? That is Squad 6, Squad 6!”

In this sudden emphasis, Ji Zhiyao was suddenly enlightened about why this friend was so agitated.

If he did not remember wrongly, during military training several days ago, Yang Bing was forced to use the reason of ‘needing the toilet’ because of a girl in Squad 6.

What was her name, Xing Chuxue?

Ji Zhiyao said, “Then you continue combing, and by the way, I’ll help to pray that your goddess has grown a pair of eyes with night-vision.”

With that, he turned around to watch Wen Heng play, not leaving the least bit of his attention to Yang Bing.

A few minutes later, the instructors were back and began taking the lead to sing.

“Battle Song For A Strong Army” was repeatedly sung for more than ten times. At the start, the boys from the two squads, still with the mindset to show off, sang loud and clear at the top of their voices but were quickly tired after several rounds that they did not even want to open their mouths. The surrounding people were left with the melodious and soft voices of the girls and the voices of some guys.

Perhaps feeling too embarrassed, a guy from Squad 3 shouted from a dark place, “Sir, let us young people have fun alone! You guys can go have a smoke, don’t suppress yourselves!”

Laughter rose all around instantly.

The instructor for Squad 3 laughingly cursed “you little rascal” with perfect articulation but really gave a favor and left, tugging the instructors for Squad 3 and 6 with him. From afar, they could only see their figures sitting underneath the trees.

This time, everyone was completely dancing for joy.

Ignoring the howls and wails that were ringing from all around, Ji Zhiyao stared fixedly and watched Wen Heng play. He briefly felt tempted himself and could not help but pull his phone from his pocket.

The light belonging to the screen just shone, and Ji Zhiyao was caught off guard by a tap on the side of his arm.

This tap was rather forceful, so much that even his shoulder was feeling a slight sting. Ji Zhiyao lifted his head while muttering “Yang Bing, what’s wrong with you why hit me” and realized that two figures had unknowingly appeared before him.

It was two girls.

One’s face could not be seen clearly, but she was so fair that she was reflective.

Ji Zhiyao stared at the two. “…”