The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"Sheng Sheng! You're in Class 1 too!"

The girl in the delicate dress got into the car; it was Zhong Yue'er.

Wen Yisheng was pleasantly surprised to see her: "Yueyue, what a coincidence!"

Zhong Yue'er glanced around the car as if looking for someone, and her eyes flickered when she saw Wen Zhi.

At 7:30, the homeroom teacher, Huang Kailang, began calling out names and distributing uniforms. Except for five students who were absent due to illness, everyone else was present.

"Ugh, what an ugly outfit..."

Most of the girls in the class groaned in disgust when they received the clothes.

The homeroom teacher called out: "Ye Hehua".

Wen Yisheng quickly stepped aside to make room for the academic genius; the academic genius's name was really nice.

Lotus, what an elegant name.

Wen Yisheng had a biased view of academic geniuses and didn't think she was unsophisticated at all. On the contrary, she felt that she had a kind of otherworldly and refined air about her.

Huang Kailang glanced at the student in front of him, then looked at the words on the list: "Your name is Ye Hehua, right? The academic affairs office misspelled your name. I'll correct it for you after military training."

For students with exceptionally outstanding academic performance, the homeroom teacher will naturally keep track of their information in advance, so they will know their names.

Ye Hehua nodded, took the clothes, and returned to her seat.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a prestigious school.

Each person will receive three sets of military training uniforms.

Wen Yisheng didn't mind the clothes being ugly at all, because the clothes were not only brand new, but also custom-made according to each person's size, and there were also two pairs of cool pure black combat boots.

……

More than half an hour later, buses carrying students arrived at the training camp.

The students lined up in an orderly fashion to get off the bus, where they were greeted by a group of serious-looking military instructors.

At the front of the first platoon of freshmen stood a young man with tanned skin.

"My surname is Yan, and I am the training instructor in charge of Class One."

"Now, boys and girls, split into two teams. Go to the dorms to drop off your luggage and change into your training clothes. Keep your steps in unison!"

The instructor was as strict as his surname suggested. On the bus, the homeroom teacher told us that the instructor in charge of Class One was a captain.

Nanchuan University cannot use half-baked instructors. In order to effectively improve students' physical fitness and national defense education, all instructors are real military personnel with high rank and qualifications.

The dormitory houses six people per room, with three bunk beds. The rooms are clean and tidy, and have air conditioning and a bathroom.

Wen Yisheng thought the environment was nice.

Zhong Yue'er and Wen Yisheng were inseparable from the moment they got out of the car, acting like best friends: "Sheng Sheng, let's sleep in the same bed. Do you want to sleep on the top or bottom?"

"I'm fine with either, you choose."

Zhong Yue'er sat down on the bed. "Then I'll take the lower bunk. I'm a little afraid of heights."

"Okay, hurry up and change your clothes. The instructor said we need to be downstairs to assemble in fifteen minutes." Wen Yisheng put away her luggage.

The other girls in the dormitory also came in one after another, and they all greeted each other politely and in a friendly manner.

until--

A girl carrying a large red striped snakeskin bag walked in.

Several girls' lips twitched.

Is this luggage being packed in sacks?

Even the usually friendly and lovely Zhong Yue'er couldn't hide the slight disdain on her face.

She'd only ever seen migrant workers in the city use these kinds of snakeskin bags...

They must be the legendary rural people, living in remote mountain valleys, having to cross mountains and walk more than ten miles to get to school every day!

"My dad is the dean of students' affairs. I've heard him say a few things. There was a female student from the countryside who got into Nanchuan with the second-highest score in her grade, and her tuition was waived!" the girl whispered to the person next to her.

"That must be her! Wow, she's amazing! But people from the countryside really look so unsophisticated..."

"It's somewhat dragging down the overall image of Nanchuan."

The girl was wearing baggy black cotton-linen pants, a white floral blouse, thick bangs, black-rimmed glasses that covered her face, and her head hung down listlessly. She had a head of frizzy, shoulder-length, slightly yellow curly hair.

It's so outdated, boring, and ugly that it makes you feel like you've traveled back to the 1970s.

"Sheng Sheng, look at her," Zhong Yue'er said, leaning closer to Wen Yisheng. "I heard that people in the village only bathe once a month. The room really does smell a bit after she came in. Can you smell it?"

Wen Yisheng frowned. "How could that be? Rural areas in China are developing rapidly, and the standard of living in rural areas is very high now. There may be places with severe water shortages where people can only take a bath once a month, but that is a last resort and it is definitely not limited to rural people."

"And I didn't smell any strange odor, but there was a... "

Wen Yisheng's nose twitched: "A delicate and elegant fragrance, like that of lotus flowers in a pond under the moonlight."

Zhong Yue'er choked: "...What, the scent of lotus flowers?"

How did she detect a "simp" connotation in her words?

Ye Hehua, who was putting away the snakeskin duffel bag, heard this, froze, and glanced at Wen Yisheng.

Feeling the gaze of the academic genius, Wen Yisheng instantly became restless, lowered her eyes in embarrassment, and bit her rosy lower lip.

Was her praise a little... deliberately insincere...?

Ye Hehua buried herself in packing her luggage.

Zhong Yue'er: "Sheng Sheng, why are you blushing?"

"It's hot."

Zhong Yue'er pouted, lifted her shirt, and clung to her: "Sheng Sheng, I'm your best friend. You can smell how nice I am."

"Cough cough...You smell so good!" Wen Yisheng coughed because he was choked by her perfume.

Zhong Yue'er tickled her, but Wen Yisheng was ticklish.

The two ended up lying on the bed scratching each other, laughing until their stomachs hurt.

……

The first day of training camp was like most military training sessions: learning to organize personal belongings, folding blocks, standing in formation, running drills and shouting slogans. It was tiring, sunny, and boring.

On the training field, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed in sync with the instructors' commands.

The strict instructor of Class One shouted: "Left turn! Forward!"

"Ouch!" The girl cried out in pain as she was hit on the arm again. "Instructor, she keeps hitting my hand when she's marching!!"

All the students' eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Instructor Yan asked the girl to step out of the line alone.

Wen Yisheng was stunned. It was actually the academic genius! The academic genius walks with his feet crooked!

Instructor Yan: "Follow my commands, one-two-one, one-two-one."

Ye Hehua, with her dry, curly hair that even a hat couldn't cover, swung her arms and took a step.

Hahahaha!

The students burst into laughter!

The girl walks with her arms and legs moving in unison, making her movements comical.

Instructor Yan: "What's so funny! Anyone who laughs again has to do two frog laps around the training field!"

The students dared not laugh openly anymore, and each one of them held back their laughter until their faces turned red.

Ye Hehua hung her head listlessly, her legs trembling with tension under countless gazes. Her marching movements became increasingly strange and comical.

"Instructor!"

A clear, melodious, and loud female voice rang out, drawing away the students' mocking gazes.

Wen Yisheng clenched her hands at her sides, mustered her courage, and said with a slight blush, "I... I also have the same problem with my steps. I need to step forward so you can help me correct them!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow and glanced at the slender figure in camouflage standing in the group.

Instructor Yan asked Wen Yisheng to step forward and walk a few steps.

Under everyone's gaze, Wen Yisheng walked clumsily, his hands and feet moving in unison. As he walked, he became as disorganized as someone with hemiplegia and could no longer walk at all.

The girl was pretty and quiet, but she walked clumsily and made a lot of mistakes, which was a huge contrast.

The students couldn't hold back any longer and burst into even louder laughter.

Wen Yisheng blushed amidst the laughter.

The laughter stopped abruptly when the instructor reprimanded her, and afterwards, Ye He corrected her wobbly leg movements.

The instructor let her return to the team.

Wen Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to get back to normal and rejoin the group, but as she walked, she realized that she really had started walking with the wrong footing!

Wen Yisheng was on the verge of tears. She had only pretended to walk with her feet apart to avoid being ridiculed by the academic genius.

She's getting more and more nervous as she walks, and she can't seem to shake it off! The instructors are even getting ready to bring two tree branches to help her along!

"Instructor Yan, let me help this student correct his/her posture."

The boy's clear, gentle voice was like a refreshing spring, carrying a hint of coolness: "We can't let the training progress of the entire class be delayed because of one classmate."

Wen Zhi was chosen by the instructors as the class captain.

Instructor Yan nodded, allowing him to help Wen Yisheng correct her mistakes individually, and then led the main group to run laps.

"I don't usually walk with the same foot forward..." Wen Yisheng said awkwardly, not daring to look at Wen Zhi who was walking over.

Wen Zhi was wearing camouflage clothing, with his trousers tucked into black combat boots. He was tall, slender, and had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

With a smile and a slight curve in her eyes, she resembled a refined yet cunning young warlord from the chaotic Republican era.

Wen Zhi asked, "Then why did you pretend to walk with the same foot on the same side? Was it because of that girl?"

"Yeah, I don't want them to laugh at my idol." Wen Yisheng's voice was muffled, with a drawn-out ending and a hint of pride.

Wen Zhi: "...An idol?"

Wen Yisheng: "Yes, she's second in the entire grade, isn't that amazing!"

Wen Zhi asked, puzzled, "Perhaps you know who's number one in the entire grade?"

"It's you, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's me. So, being the top student in the grade doesn't make me worthy of being your idol?"

Wen Yisheng hesitated, her voice soft: "You're a man..."

Wen Zhi paused, a soft chuckle escaping his throat: "How can this be considered sexism? It'll hurt your brother's feelings."

Ah Sheng isn't... gay, is she?