"You’re already thinking about future events when you haven’t even started studying the eight-stroke characters? I teach you teamwork and how to help the weak. I teach you proper posture, but all you remember is how to find a girlfriend, asking for a beating!" Lin Deng looked exasperated.
One week of military training quickly acquainted this group of freshmen with each other and helped them adapt to their new school environment.
For He Zhilan, the biggest gain this week was Lin Deng’s protection in various ways. It wasn’t something she asked for, it was Lin Deng’s inexplicably enthusiastic care.
Originally the atmosphere was light-hearted, everyone was laughing, but suddenly, someone burst into tears. Once the first one started crying, one after another, more girls joined in the crying.
"It’s over, it’s over. He Zhilan, what should we do? In just a week, I’ve fallen in love with our instructor!" Jiang Biyun quietly wiped her tears away.
He Zhilan anxiously glanced at Jiang Biyun. She knew Jiang Biyun’s nature, and she was likely not joking. Over the past week, Jiang Biyun was constantly focused on Lin Deng.
However, He Zhilan also knew that as a military man, there are many rules to abide by. Once the military training is over, Instructor Lin Deng would not be allowed to have more contact with the students.
Even though the present age is more relaxed about love affairs, it no longer demands parental consent or arranged marriages, and freedom of love is encouraged, a relationship between an instructor and a student, or a teacher and a student, is still socially unacceptable.
It can be said that Jiang Biyun’s love is destined to be strangled in the cradle.
"He Zhilan, aren’t you going to miss the instructor at all?" Seeing He Zhilan not reacting for a while, Jiang Biyun pouted and said, "The instructor has taken extra care of you this week. Logically, you should be the one who misses him the most."
He Zhilan gently shook her head and smiled. She was not very sentimental. In fact, most of the time, she was somewhat indifferent. So, she truly didn’t feel too much about the end of the military training.
Maybe it was because it was just a short one-week contact, which wasn’t enough to build deep emotions. She could only feel grateful for Lin Deng’s care.
"Oh my god~" Looking at Jiang Biyun crying like a mess behind He Zhilan, Tan Heqian sighed a bit. Looking at the crying girls around him, he shook his head again, "Women are indeed sentimental."
After Tan Heqian sighed, he looked at He Zhilan, "Huh, He Zhilan, why aren’t you crying?" After speaking, Tan Heqian grinned and laughed, thinking to himself that when it comes to choosing a wife, he should find someone like He Zhilan, who has a bit of feminine emotion, but doesn’t cry at the drop of a hat like most girls.
"Instructor, we really don’t want you to go~" The girls all gathered around Lin Deng. Looking over at the other instructors, none of them were significantly better. A lot of freshmen surrounded them too, and everyone looked troubled.
No matter how many people were genuinely reluctant, at the end of the military training, the instructors, including Lin Deng, packed up and left Capital University that night. They did not notify anyone and left quietly in the middle of the night.
The next morning, the ones who had planned to see off the instructors found an empty temporary dormitory. They could only wail in the vacated shelter.