The next morning, Ivy Miller heard the bugle call outside, turned over, and pulled the quilt over herself.
Having grown up in a military family compound, she was long immune to this kind of bugle call.
During her university years, every time the bugle sounded, she couldn’t get up.
Her class teacher talked to her countless times, "Ivy Miller, this whole semester, how many times have you attended drill?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire.net
She rubbed her head, "Teacher, it’s not my fault, I just can’t hear the bugle call."
"Why can others hear it?"
She lamented, "Others didn’t grow up with this sound, so they’re more sensitive.
I grew up with this sound, so even when it sounds, I can’t hear it."
"Do you still have a reason?"
"It’s not that I have a reason, I just want to ask, can we delay the wake-up call?
If it were a song by Alexander Wellington, I’d wake up singing in less than three lines."
Since that time, the teacher labeled her, "Difficult to Wake Up Student."
When Henry Sullivan called her a second time, she unwillingly snuggled deeper under the blanket, "Oh, Dad, there’s no class today."
No class? Henry Sullivan frowned, still sleepy, huh?
He lifted the quilt instantly, "Get up."
His voice was loud, Ivy Miller opened her eyes and saw it was Henry Sullivan, blinking, "Uncle, why are you staring at me?"
"Get up, go for a run."
"You’re serious?" She sat up with a bitter face, initially thinking she was about to get up, but then she just pulled the quilt back over herself.
Henry Sullivan patiently pulled the quilt off again, this time Ivy Miller wasn’t having it, sitting up and looking at him, she yelled, "Oh, what are you doing, it’s early morning, can’t people sleep? Don’t you know the best part of the day is in the morning?"
"So, you do know," Henry Sullivan crossed his arms, "It’s morning right now, the perfect time for a run."
"Are you kidding, morning is the best time of the day, perfect for sleeping."
She complained, "If I don’t get enough sleep, I’ll get old and ugly.
If you despise me then and want to dump me, I fear I’ll go down in history.
The first miserable woman in history to be abandoned by her husband for lack of sleep."
Henry Sullivan pressed his lips to stifle a laugh, was this woman crazy?
Whatever illogical argument she made, she did it with such conviction.
"If this goes on, you’ll really make history.
The most unreasonable Military Wife in history is about to be stamped on your head.
Aren’t you ashamed, playing mind games with me over a run?"
Ivy Miller unhappily put her hands on her hips, "Uncle, I’m definitely not playing mind games with you.
Go ask around Anchester University, I’m quite notable for being reasonable and understanding."
"Since you’re so reasonable, you should know that I’m making you get up to run for your own good." As he said this, he looked her up and down, "Look at you, so frail, you need to exercise to get strong."
"But I don’t like running, life thrives in stillness.
Look at the Black Turtle, why can it live a thousand, ten thousand years? Because it doesn’t move."
She lay down irritably, "Uncle, I’m telling you, stop being stubborn with me.
I will never go out to run. If I’m dead, I definitely won’t, and if I’m not dead, I still won’t go out."
"Is that so? Since you’re so determined not to go for a run, let’s try a different kind of exercise," he said, starting to take off his clothes.