Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

At 7 p.m., the military training field was bustling with activity.

The companies sat in groups, singing and chanting slogans, their voices rising and falling, the hot evening breeze filled with the restlessness of youth.

"Is anyone willing to put on a show?" Instructor Lei shouted.

In the girls' line, a figure suddenly stood up.

Gu Zhiwan. Her neat high ponytail tied around the waist of her camouflage uniform, and the strong backlighting above her head outlined a fluffy silver edge around her, so bright it was dazzling.

"I'll sing 'Summer Breeze'."

As soon as the words were spoken, the boys' formation erupted in cheers, their unified shouts sweeping across the entire venue.

Zhou Zixuan slapped Lin Yuan on the back: "My goddess is going to sing!"

Lin Yuan rubbed his back: "If you pat her a couple more times, she'll be singing 'Summer Funeral Song.'"

Gu Zhiwan began to sing softly and languidly:

The July breeze is lazy, even the clouds feel warm...

The entire room fell silent.

As she sang the chorus, her voice softened:

"The summer breeze, I will always remember it—I can say it clearly—"

The entire audience held their breath.

Gu Zhiwan suddenly raised her hand, pointed her index finger in the air, and gently beckoned towards Lin Yuan.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Zhou Zixuan gasped, stammering, "She...she's..."

The compressed biscuit in Qian Zhuangzhuang's mouth fell directly onto his lap: "Are we calling people on the spot?"

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses and bluntly stated, "You ordered from your roommate."

Lin Yuan looked up to meet her gaze, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He spoke, his voice low, perfectly timed:

"--you love me?"

It's not about responding to lyrics. It's a rhetorical question.

Gu Zhiwan paused for a fraction of a second, then a smile spread across her eyes as she continued in his tone:

I saw your cool smile—

She walked over while singing.

"There are shy moments too—"

She stopped in front of Lin Yuan, looked up and met his gaze, her voice captivating.

Lin Yuan stood still, looking down at her, his voice low: "The summer breeze is blowing warmly."

"Through the hair, through the ears."

Gu Zhiwan's fingertips lightly brushed against his earlobe, but before they touched his skin, the warm evening breeze swept over them first.

Lin Yuan remained calm, not even blinking: "You and my summer."

Gu Zhiwan locked eyes with his, and softly concluded, "The wind whispered."

Their eyes met, and the entire room fell silent.

The next second, someone yelled, "Give me a kiss!"

The entire playground erupted in chaos, the shouts deafening.

"Let's be together! Let's get married right now!"

Zhou Zixuan grabbed Qian Zhuangzhuang and shook him frantically: "Why him! Was I not standing in front enough?!"

Qian Zhuangzhuang was shaken until he saw stars: "You... it's no use standing in the first row... they only marked faces, not student ID numbers..."

Chen Mo, who was standing to the side, recorded the entire process on his phone, then typed with his head down, a smile that he couldn't hide.

In the girls' line, Xie Wanyin grabbed Su Zhiyuan and shouted in shock, "Gu Zhiwan actually flirted with someone! The sun must have risen in the west!"

Shen Qingci slapped her thigh curiously: "Who is that guy? How did he manage to flirt with Sister Gu?"

Su Zhiyuan lowered her eyelashes and said in a cold tone, "Lin Yuan."

Xie Wanyin suddenly looked up: "You mean your neighbor?"

Su Zhiyuan remained silent, her face growing increasingly gloomy.

Amid the commotion, Gu Zhiwan took a half step back, threw a flirtatious wink at Lin Yuan, turned around and rejoined the group, her ponytail swinging crisply and arrogantly.

Instructor Lei shouted to maintain order, but no one paid any attention, and the noise continued unabated.

Lin Yuan strolled back to the dormitory, and Zhou Zixuan immediately rushed up to him, asking, "Brother Yuan, was she deliberately flirting with you?"

Lin Yuan pushed his face away with one hand, and said seriously, "Artistic exchange, directors and actors discussing emotional expression."

"They're practically right next to your ear, and you're still discussing it?"

"Really?" Lin Yuan withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent. "The wind was too strong; I didn't notice."

Zhou Zixuan turned to Mo for help: "Brother Mo, isn't he just being hypocritical after getting a good deal?"

Chen Mo put away his phone and commented expressionlessly, "His acting is superb; I recommend he be nominated for an Oscar."

Qian Zhuangzhuang patted his belly and exclaimed, "No need for midnight snack tonight, I've had my fill of dog food, and it's the top-of-the-line imported kind."

In the distance, Gu Zhiwan had just sat down when Xie Wanyin pounced on her: "Confess! What's going on between you and Lin Yuan?!"

Gu Zhiwan unscrewed the water bottle, glancing at the figure opposite her out of the corner of her eye: "Nothing's wrong."

"Why did you flirt with him in public if there wasn't a specific reason?"

"Itchy hands."

Su Zhiyuan stood to the side with a cold face, her voice as cold as ice: "Gu Zhiwan, if your hands are itchy, you can apply some Tiger Balm."

Gu Zhiwan raised an eyebrow: "Oh, feeling sorry for him?"

"No." Su Zhiyuan raised her chin. "I'm just reminding you not to reach out recklessly. If people misunderstand, it won't sound good."

Gu Zhiwan didn't reply, but simply screwed on the bottle cap. Her gaze swept over Su Zhiyuan's tense jawline, and she smiled without saying anything more.

The two weeks that followed that day were neither long nor short—in any case, Zhou Zixuan felt like every day was an eternity.

The scorching sun during the day, the shouting and yelling at night, coupled with Instructor Lei's devilish training method of "standing at attention until the end of time," turned thirty spirited young men into walking corpses.

However, it wasn't without its gains.

At least Zhou Zixuan's biceps muscles were visibly bulging, although he insisted it was "edema".

Qian Zhuangzhuang mastered the skill of sleeping while standing in line at the cafeteria, earning him the nickname "human charging station" from Chen Mo.

Chen Mo himself remained completely absorbed, like a meditating monk. Instructor Lei even privately told the counselor, "This soldier could be a squad leader in the army."

As for Lin Yuan—

After two weeks, apart from his skin getting a little darker, he was basically as steady as a rock.

Two weeks have passed just like that.

On the afternoon of the last day of military training, Instructor Lei stood in front of the formation and, for the first time ever, smiled.

"Two weeks, your performance... was passable."

The three words "not bad" are the highest praise that the Iron-Faced King of Hell could give.

"Disband!"

The moment the slogan was uttered, the playground erupted in chaos.

Some people threw their hats into the air, some lay down on the spot, and some cried their hearts out—not because they were reluctant to part with it, but because they finally didn't have to get up at 5:30 anymore.

Zhou Zixuan, straining his voice, let out a mournful yet joyful howl: "Freedom—!"

Lin Yuan patted the grass clippings off his clothes and took out his phone to take a look.

Friday, tomorrow is the weekend.

A glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it into his usual nonchalant expression.

"I'm leaving now, I have things to do tomorrow, I'll go to bed early tonight."

Zhou Zixuan's gossip radar instantly went off: "What's up?"

"It's a man's business," Lin Yuan said without turning his head.

Don't give me that! You said that last time when you went to get a foot massage!

"Yeah, so you never know what's coming next. That's the charm of a man—mystery."

Zhou Zixuan: "...Thank you."