Military training had been ongoing for half a month, yet this was the first time Shen Weiyi had seen the other person smile.
The next second, she caught a deeply meaningful look from that person.
"Instructor, goodbye," Shen Weiyi suddenly straightened up, reflexively.
"I’ve known him for so many years, but this is the first time he’s asked me for a favor," the other person said.
Leaving behind a cryptic comment, they directly turned and left.
Shen Weiyi was confused, and only after Instructor Gu had left did she turn to Sheng Ting and ask, "You and Instructor Gu, are you close?"
The conversation between the two had been like solving a puzzle, and Shen Weiyi hadn’t understood.
But from the tone of it, Sheng Ting must have known him for a long time, and the other person had even mentioned grandparents...
"My mom is his aunt, and his grandparents are my maternal grandparents. When he was assigned to oversee this military training, my mom mentioned you to him," Sheng Ting explained.
Shen Weiyi was stunned for a moment. "Are you saying, he’s leading our class because of me?"
Sheng Ting gave her a look and said, "That’s part of the reason!"
"So the incident where I got hurt, did he tell you that too?"
"Yeah," Sheng Ting nodded.
No wonder he had come so quickly that day.
Shen Weiyi’s expression grew complicated.
She had thought their class was just lucky to have been assigned a devilish instructor, but it turned out it was because of her.
She wondered what the others would think if they knew.
"So when Instructor Gu mentioned earlier that you had asked him for a favor?"
"It’s nothing," Sheng Ting said, "just asked him to look after you a bit during training; otherwise, with his temperament, your daily drills would only be even more severe."
I wonder if his mom is doing good by meddling or just making things worse.
So, this counts as taking care of her?
But compared to others, the instructor indeed had treated her preferentially.
Even her roommates were beginning to suspects that the instructor might fancy her.
Then Sheng Ting opened the thermos next to her, skillfully poured out the soup, and handed it to Shen Weiyi: "Today it’s chicken soup, try it and see how it tastes!"
"It smells so good!" Shen Weiyi sniffed and then pinched the flesh on her cheeks: "Everyone else gets skinnier during military training, but I’m the only one getting fatter."
Anyone else would think she hadn’t been training at all.
Since Situ Jing found out about her injured hand, she had been sending soup every other day, and Shen Weiyi felt the extra weight around her waist.
"No!" Sheng Ting looked at her and said.
"What?" Shen Weiyi raised her head.
Sheng Ting: "You haven’t gained weight, you still look good."
"Cough!" Shen Weiyi felt her face heat up unexpectedly.
She had only mentioned it offhandedly, not expecting a serious response.
After finishing the meal, Shen Weiyi put down her chopsticks and said to Sheng Ting across the table, "By the way, tomorrow is a holiday, and I plan to go home." She hadn’t yet told Shen Juanzhi about her dislocated hand, fearing he would worry. "The day after tomorrow, I will visit Aunt Jing and Little Bao." Then she continued, "Tell Aunt Jing not to prepare soup for me anymore; I don’t need it anymore, I feel I’ve recovered."
Her hand had barely hurt these past two days, and if she continued drinking the soup, she really would get fat.
"Okay!" Sheng Ting glanced at her and readily agreed. He paused, then added, "What I said just now was true."
It wasn’t until they had left the cafeteria that Shen Weiyi realized he was referring to her not having gained weight and still looking good.