"Yang Qingyin?" After seeing the girl slinking away, Luo Ziling realized that the name was very familiar.
He quickly remembered that he had heard Cao Jianhui say this name.
Yang Qingyin is the most beautiful and famous school belle of Yanda---this is what Cao Jianhui said.
She ranks first in the school beauty rankings spread by word of mouth. Not only is she beautiful, with a good figure, but she is also versatile and has very good academic performance. She was the top scorer in the college entrance examination that year, and her family background is also very good. Boys who want to take advantage of her
There were many, but none of them caught her eye.
However, what Cao Jianhui told about Yang Qingyin did not make Luo Ziling connect with the beautiful girl he met in front of him.
Because Cao Jianhui did not mention that Yang Qingyin likes to wear white long skirts, which has a very classical taste, and also likes to play the flute.
But it doesn't matter. If Cao Jianhui had told everything, there wouldn't be such an unspeakable surprise.
The beautiful encounter with Yang Qingyin made him feel that life became wonderful in an instant.
The train of her skirt was blowing in the wind, her long hair was flying, graceful and light. Luo Ziling always felt that the goddess in his mind looked like this. Unexpectedly, he actually met such a woman in reality, and she was even more outstanding than he thought.
It has to be flavorful.
He couldn't describe his current mood in words, just like he couldn't find words to describe Yang Qingyin's beauty.
The number one school beauty ranking is really well deserved---although he has never seen the appearance of several other school beauties, he still thinks so.
However, after seeing Yang Qingyin's figure disappearing into the dusk, he couldn't help but despise himself.
According to the plot played in TV or movies, there should be many scenes happening next, such as him sending her back, asking about her situation on the way back, and maybe even holding hands by the way.
And they actually separated like this.
Thinking of this, he felt a little frustrated, feeling that he was old-fashioned and didn't know how to pick up girls.
But I was only depressed for a short while. Thinking of Yang Qingyin's smile as bright as a summer flower before leaving, everything became beautiful again.
Luo Ziling stopped wandering around and slowly returned to the dormitory.
Because of this unexpected encounter, Luo Ziling had a very beautiful dream that night.
He was in a good mood, and the military training on the second day did not feel difficult at all.
The military training on the second day was still queue training.
In fact, all schools have military training when they enter high school. These students who are admitted to college have experienced military training. However, after three years of high school career, the hard study has made them neglect exercise. Most people have long forgotten how to conduct queue training.
Already.
Buried in books all day, they gave up exercise in order to get better scores in the college entrance examination, and even sacrificed their health. After entering college, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, but sadly found that their physical strength was not commensurate with their age.
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The majority of people feel this way. Among the gentlemen and ladies with glasses in the queue, there are not a few who feel inadequate when following the instructor to perform simple and boring training such as turning left and right, standing at attention and taking a break.
Many people complained bitterly.
The instructor's training was very strict and the punishment methods were also very excessive.
A student in the next class was punished by running ten laps on the playground for talking back to the instructor. The instructor in Luo Ziling's class was quite "kind" and his punishment methods were not that perverted. Of course, this was in line with the performance of the students in his class.
related.
At least no one talked back to the instructor in public.
But most people were still full of complaints and hoped that the military training would end soon. Only Luo Ziling did not complain.
This kind of very low-intensity training is nothing to Luo Ziling.
In addition, I am in a good mood, full of energy, and every movement is very standard.
The stern instructor praised him in public, and Luo Ziling further became the object of jealousy among boys and the focus of attention among girls.
Even the girls in the next class noticed him.
The day's training was finally over. The student, who felt like he was living like a year, suddenly howled excitedly after hearing the instructor announce that today's training was over.
"Damn, the military training in college is so hard. I don't even have a chance to be lazy. It seems that by the time the military training is over, I will lose all my body fat." As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Cao Jianhui threw himself on the bed with a thump.
Too lazy to move.
Li Fuming and Wu Longjiang also behaved in a similar way. They sighed bitterly and climbed into bed, scolding the instructor for being perverted.
Yesterday, after the military training, Cao Jianhui ran out to fool around in unknown places, and the other two guys were also running around energetically. Today, after the military training, they became as miserable as dead dogs.
Luo Ziling couldn't help but laugh at them: "See, this is the gap, learn from me!"
Cao Jianhui and the other three simply ignored Luo Ziling's ridicule. They didn't even have the strength to speak.
"You are not losing weight, you are losing weight. After the military training, you will lose all the fat. You will probably become a handsome and graceful boy by then," Luo Ziling reached out and patted Cao Jianhui on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Maybe you can get a surprise."
"It's true." Cao Jianhui got up from the bed in a hurry, but immediately lay back down. "Brother, I'd better take a rest first and sleep for a while. When I wake up, we will go out for dinner. I'm exhausted!"
The two guys on the upper bunk just snorted to show their agreement.
Soon, snoring sounded in the dormitory, and Cao Jianhui fell asleep instantly.
Luo Ziling did not lie down to rest, he did not feel tired at all.
I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then carefully dressed myself up to look the most handsome. After dressing up, I saw that the other three guys were still sleeping, so I didn't wake them up, so I went to the cafeteria to have dinner alone.
Because he had dressed up deliberately, Luo Ziling looked very handsome after taking a shower. When he went to the cafeteria to eat, he accidentally attracted the attention of many girls. Some girls came over deliberately to get close to him, and some girls secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.
The shy Luo Ziling did not dare to stay in the cafeteria longer. After finishing the food, he turned around and ran out of the cafeteria.
After dinner, he returned to the dormitory and saw that the three guys were still sleeping soundly. After thinking about it, he still didn't disturb them. He took the flute he brought from the northwest, and then arranged his hair accessories in the mirror, and
clothes, and walked out of the bedroom door.
The time I went out today was about the same as the time I spent wandering around yesterday. The scenery of Weiming Lake at sunset is still beautiful.
Luo Ziling had no intention of admiring the campus scenery under the setting sun, and strode towards the small island in the middle of the lake.
Soon we arrived outside the pavilion on the island where we met Yang Qingyin yesterday.
From a distance, Luo Ziling saw a white dress fluttering in the pavilion, and he suddenly felt very excited.
However, when he got closer, his heart skipped a beat, and his very happy mood disappeared instantly.
Because he saw that there was not only Yang Qingyin, a girl in white with her skirt standing in the pavilion, but also a tall boy beside her.
The two people stood very close to each other, as if they were still talking, and behaved in an intimate manner.
In an instant, he stopped moving forward, not knowing whether to walk over or not.