But today, for some reason, these people were actually singing with so much gusto? He’d been here for so many days, and he’d never heard them sing with such fervor!
Zhao Xin didn’t understand either, but he was also very curious and immediately said, "Captain, I’ll go ask and tell you later!"
With that, he ran toward the canteen, stirring up a strong smell of salted fish.
Meng Xinian cursed silently, "What an idiot," and strode toward his dormitory. He was so stinky and dirty, and yet instead of rushing back to clean up, he was off to snoop around first.
He walked briskly, also aware of the stench of sweat on his body.
Who wouldn’t stink after tumbling around in the mountains on such a hot day?
As he was about to turn the corner, he already heard footsteps from around the bend, but, calculating subconsciously that he wouldn’t collide, he didn’t stop and kept walking.
Unexpectedly, the other person suddenly started running.
With a thud, the two collided.
Meng Xinian stood firm, not budging an inch, but the person who had run into him cried out in surprise, falling and sitting down on the ground.
A faint scent of fragrance clashed with his body odor in the air.
Meng Xinian glanced at her and spoke indifferently, "Are you all right?"
Du Jinruo felt her anger rise. The man had run into her, and his voice was still so cold? She got up, noticing that her palm had been scraped on the sandy ground, and fine beads of blood had appeared. She hissed.
"I’m injured, how can you ask if there’s anything wrong? You bumped into someone, can’t you offer a hand? Don’t you have a bit of gentlemanly manners?" Du Jinruo said, lifting her head angrily and seeing the team member covered in mud, his face also smeared with grime and reeking of sweat. She frowned, getting up on her own, "I take back what I just said. If you offer a hand, I’ll have to wash and change clothes!"
With that, she looked down at her white dress and saw a smear of mud on it. She clenched her teeth and cried out, "Look at this! This is from when you bumped into me! This dress is new!"
Meng Xinian glanced at her slightly scraped palm—a minor abrasion, yet she called it an injury? And was her soiled dress really his fault?
"If you hadn’t started running suddenly, we wouldn’t have collided," he said coldly. "Besides, it wasn’t me who ran into you. I was walking straight; you came out from the side. At most, we ran into each other."
"But I fell and got hurt!" She raised her hand towards him.
"Hm, so you’re right because you’re weak, and I’m at fault because I’m strong?" Meng Xinian’s mouth twitched, "Move aside."
He felt uncomfortable, covered in mud.
"Hey, what kind of person are you? What kind of attitude is that towards a lady?"
Meng Xinian couldn’t be bothered with her and walked past her, quickly ascending the stairs with agile and swift movements.
Du Jinruo stood there gaping, completely unable to believe that he would just run away like that! Run away!
She stamped her foot, pouted, and headed to the medical office.
In the medical office, a middle-aged doctor was watering a plant on the windowsill. Hearing her voice, he turned around, surprised and delighted, "Xiao Ruo? You really came?"
"Yeah, Aunt Zhen, did you think I was joking?"
Du Jinruo walked over, arms outstretched to embrace her, but then she remembered her dress and quickly stopped herself.
"What’s the matter with you?"