"It’s laughable, why should I respect your friends?" Qin Ruo burst out laughing after hearing that, scoffing dismissively.
Shen Weiyi said, "It’s naturally because respect is mutual. Only if you respect others will they respect you." However, she probably wouldn’t understand such a concept.
"I don’t need your respect." Don’t think she didn’t know that the three of them had been talking about her behind her back.
She hadn’t planned on being friends with them anyway.
If it weren’t for her dad’s disagreement, she would have moved out long ago.
It was all her ineffective father’s fault, running his little shabby company for so many years without making much money, unwilling even to pay for her to rent an apartment.
Her cousin was faring much better, her boyfriend had rented an apartment for her near the school.
She had visited a couple of days ago, and it was easily over a hundred square meters.
Indeed, the young masters from wealthy families were different.
Her mother had shown poor judgment in choosing her father, and she was determined not to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
Their conversation ended on a sour note, and the atmosphere in the dormitory turned colder once again.
Shen Weiyi lay in bed after washing up, unable to stop thinking about her conversation with Sheng Ting earlier that day, reminiscing about everything that had happened between them since they’d met. She had to admit that he was truly considerate and thoughtful.
Added to that, he had a face that wasn’t inferior to Jiang Zhiyi’s.
Honestly, being with someone like that and not feeling a thing would be a lie.
Quickly, her thoughts shifted back to Jiang Zhiyi.
Reflecting on his gaunt face and his lonely figure...
Her head was in a jumble.
Finally, she simply closed her eyes, deciding not to think about anything.
Yet the more she tried not to think about it, the more uncontrollable her thoughts became.
Shen Weiyi had a restless night and looked listless the next day.
During military training, as the instructor passed by her, he glanced at her and announced to everyone, "Those who are feeling unwell may request to rest."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately showed surprised and pleased expressions, yet no one dared to ask for leave.
They feared it might be a test by the instructor.
Once they asked for a break, who knows what might await them.
After all, the instructor had left a deeply ingrained image of a devilish drill master in their minds.
After speaking, the instructor gave Shen Weiyi another look. Seeing that she didn’t speak, he started leading everyone in marching exercises.
There wasn’t a single easy exercise in military training. Everyone initially thought that standing at attention was tough enough until they started marching and realized it was even more exhausting.
Not only was coordination of arms and legs required, but the height of the marching steps needed to be uniform, testing everyone’s endurance and balance.
Many people couldn’t stand firm for even a minute or two before they began to sway and stagger.
Shen Weiyi, however, managed quite well, staying steady even on one foot. Then she noticed the girl in front of her suddenly lean to one side, beginning to wobble left and right, and ultimately, losing her balance, collapsing backward.
Instinctively, Shen Weiyi tried to reach out to catch her, but it was already too late. Moreover, she happened to be standing on one foot, and before she could put the other foot down, she was pulled down with her.
The girl, who weighed at least 130 pounds, fell directly on top of her. She heard a "crack—" sound from her wrist, followed by a sharp, piercing pain, as large beads of sweat emerged on her forehead.
This is bad, it seemed her wrist joint had dislocated.