Before He Zhilan could call her back, Jiang Biyun had already started running like a wild horse, quickly disappearing from sight. Extremely helpless, He Zhilan had no choice but to go to He Teng’s dormitory alone.
The dormitory where He Teng lived was not like the usual military academy dorm. So when He Zhilan arrived, the dorm manager just asked her who she was looking for and didn’t stop her.
"He Teng, your wife is here!" Feng Zheng opened the door and shouted to He Teng inside, then greeted He Zhilan. He had planned on warmly calling her "little sister Zhilan", but remembering He Teng’s intimidating face that day, he changed his wording to, "He fellow student is here, huh?"
He Zhilan nodded and stepped inside, giving Feng Zheng a suspicious glance, thinking to herself, how did he find out about her and He Teng’s marriage?
But after some thought, the only explanation was that He Teng must have told him. So He Zhilan didn’t ask any further questions. Seeing Feng Zheng struggling to say "fellow student He," she couldn’t help but sneak a smile.
He Teng was sitting on the bed, somewhat agitated, gently tapping his leg through the plaster cast. His healing wound was itching and driving him crazy. He really wanted to scratch it, but couldn’t, with the thick plaster in the way. The discomfort was unbearable.
"If you don’t know what to call her, you could call her sister-in-law!" glancing at the awkwardly standing Feng Zheng, He Teng guessed what he was thinking.
"I’ll stick to student He!" Feng Zheng thought to himself, shedding internal tears. As if it wasn’t enough that his crush was his roommate’s wife, now he had to call her sister-in-law? Isn’t that just adding salt to his wound?
Not bothered by Feng Zheng’s refusal to address He Zhilan properly, He Teng merely hummed in acknowledgment. After all, this wasn’t the military, and although he was older than Feng Zheng, at this moment, he was just Feng Zheng’s classmate.
"You two lovebirds have fun, I’m heading out~" Feng Zheng, understanding the situation, didn’t insist on hanging around He Zhilan after learning she was He Teng’s wife. Considering that it would be awkward for him to third-wheel their meeting, he made up an excuse to leave.
He Teng didn’t even spare Feng Zheng a glance. Ever since He Zhilan entered, he had been frowning and staring at his plastered leg constantly, as if hoping he could see a hole in the plaster through which he could reach in and scratch.
"Forget it." He Teng tapped on the plaster and finally abandoned the idea of scratching. He gently put his leg down, picked up the crutch beside him, and turned to He Zhilan, "Let’s take a walk around the campus, clear our minds, and distract ourselves a bit."
He Zhilan nodded in agreement, but inside, she was struggling not to laugh. She had never seen He Teng so frustrated before. She knew how annoying it is to have an itch that you can’t scratch.
Compared to Capital University, the military academy lacked a youthful, romantic atmosphere. If Capital University was a vibrant, youthful girl, bursting with the energy of youth, then the military academy was like a strict teacher, constantly inspiring people to stay disciplined.
"I’ve realized that the military academy is actually bigger than our Capital University!" He Zhilan stood in front of the academy’s sign, observed for a while, pointed to an area that interested her, and turned to He Teng, "Let’s head in this direction and then to the library, what do you think?"
As for where to go, He Teng didn’t really care. He wasn’t like the other students in the military academy anymore. He couldn’t participate in physical training with the crutch, so on weekends when there were no classes, he had to find ways to kill time.