Chapter 6

As he returned, the car happened to pass by the playground, and from a distance, he could hear the haunting military songs echoing from within. He furrowed his brow, lowered the car window, and glanced outside. "How did the quality drop so drastically all of a sudden? This is severely damaging our military's image"

Song Xingchen had just wanted to praise Su Qingche for reaching a level of thought that aligned with the normal standards of the masses, but before he could say anything, he saw Su Qingche slowly curve the corners of her lips into a smile, a smile that was utterly captivating.

The next day passed without incident, and Su Qingche left the military camp early in the morning and did not return until evening

Just as everyone was still unaware of the meaning behind his gaze, the lights-out signal began to sound, and the entire camp was instantly plunged into darkness

It is truly unkind of you not to mention that the lights are about to go out, knowing full well that they are.

Chief of Staff Lu was propping his head up while looking at his phone. Upon hearing the words, he glanced over and happened to see Song Xingchen's squad having a great time in place. In a good mood, he suggested with a slight smile, "Now that the tasks are completed, why not have the commander give some instructions on how to maintain the image of our army"

Song Xingchen developed a certain sense of class camaraderie with the instructor when he was punished to stand in military posture yesterday, and he nodded earnestly at that moment. "Cold!"

In the darkness all around, when the eyes cannot see, other senses become particularly acute. In the next moment, Song Xingchen almost instinctively grabbed Su Qingche, who was about to leave, tightly holding onto his sleeve without letting go.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was taken aback and quietly withdrew.

In contrast to the enthusiastic reactions of these little rascals, Su Qingche remained calm and composed as if he were not the person involved. He stood up leisurely, glanced around with a sweeping gaze, and then lowered his head to check his watch, feeling quite regretful.

The students participating in military training are not well-trained soldiers here; the more it is such a time, the more chaotic it becomes

In the moment of losing balance, she still clutched his sleeve as if it were a lifeline, refusing to let go no matter what, even using her other hand to grasp anything she could find.

As Su Qingche was walking in with Chief of Staff Lu from outside, upon seeing them standing at the door, he cast a glance and then walked past without looking sideways

Song Xingchen was sitting further back, so when he lowered his head and caught sight of a pair of military boots appearing beside him, he raised his hand and struck down.

The entire venue was silent, and the gaze shifted from her to Su Qingche, who was casually seated beside her, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of an upscale club, with undercurrents swirling.

Opportunity? Song Xingchen squinted, kicked Su Qingche with her foot, and smiled triumphantly with a raised corner of her lips. "When are you going to pay me back the money you owe?"

Song Xingchen was taken aback by such a gaze and mumbled, "Is it necessary to aim at me with the eyes of a class enemy? I haven't even settled the score with you yet..."

In an effort to remain inconspicuous, he took a step back and sat down beside her. "Instructor Song, are you thinking of standing at attention again?"

The moment Song Xingchen saw Su Qingche in the military camp, she experienced a profound awakening of thought; last night, she did not even pull back her blanket and simply covered herself with her clothes to sleep

Song Xingchen was not at all interested in singing military songs. After humming a few notes, he suddenly noticed Su Qingche, dressed in military uniform, standing not far away.

After being pulled up by him, she immediately shook off his hand and turned to run away

Song Xingchen was so focused on talking to Su Qingche that she hardly paid attention to learning to sing. After being the center of attention for a while, she calmed down. She glanced at Su Qingche with a smile and said, "I am tone-deaf and afraid of ruining everyone’s ears. How about letting the captain sing a song instead? I can help keep the beat."

She gasped, thinking that he was right behind her. Lowering her head, she searched for his position, pretending not to see him, and squeezed her way through the crowd towards him, planning to step directly on his foot.

Song Xingchen's rebellious spirit was instantly provoked, and with a fierce expression and a voice full of righteous indignation, he said: "Isn't it tyrannical behavior to buy things without paying? You are utterly unworthy of this military uniform you wear!"

Song Xingchen glanced around him, and when her gaze returned to his neck, she noticed the conspicuous red marks, and there were two of them

The sky had already darkened significantly, and the only light in the place where he stood was the faint glow of the moon. When Song Xingchen turned his head to look, he saw Su Qingche, whose shoulders were bathed in soft light. He was wearing a training uniform, and his tall figure remained striking even in such a dimly lit area

Song Xingchen would never believe it; it was pitch dark here, with only the sound of the instructor's roar clearly audible. She thought of the organization, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was stepped on several times by the panicked crowd pushing past her

surrender by raising hands

Su Qingche had just received a call from Old Master Su, who mentioned that his younger sister, Su Qingyin, was going abroad. He had been feeling somewhat gloomy and unenthusiastic all night. At this moment, for some reason, it felt as if a sudden sense of relief washed over his heart.

When Song Xingchen was called by the instructor to sing the military song from earlier, she rarely felt embarrassed and her face turned red

Su Qingche's neck was scratched fiercely by her, and as she frowned, she realized she had been squeezed. Just as she was about to reach out to support herself, Song Xingchen had already yanked off his button and thrown it to the ground

This time, Su Qingche became relentless, saying, "That won't do, isn't this a disgrace to my uniform"

Song Xingchen was once again left speechless by the gentle words of the leader, feeling that it was unwise to engage in a battle of wits with him, so he decided to cease all efforts. "Fine, consider it a gift from me"

Song Xingchen glanced at his military rank and wrinkled his nose in disdain. "What’s wrong with the regiment commander? Treat everyone equally."

However, it must be said that Su Qingche is indeed not here to inspect the internal affairs; he is not that idle after all

She spoke softly and gently, while the singing in her ears was deafening. Although she was close, the sound was still somewhat dispersed. However, Su Qingche still heard it quite clearly, as if he had recalled something, and he coldly curled the corner of his lips. "Do you still want money?"

As soon as Song Xingchen saw him, she found it hard to look away; she had little resistance to uniforms and was particularly fond of Su Qingche's elegant demeanor, which made her glance a few more times.

As she thought this, her expression changed dramatically. It was over; both new grievances and old grudges had surfaced. Song Xingchen wanted to turn the situation around, but in this military camp, she had no power whatsoever and could only brace herself for the blows.

As expected, she said that Su Qingche had no interest in chatting with her about these unnutritious topics, and it turned out that a trap had been set here.

Su Qingche tilted her head slightly, recalling with amusement the item that he had already thrown into the trash can, and thoughtfully stroked her chin. "If you find the order, I will admit that this item was purchased by me, how about that?"

At that moment, he swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her up; his fingers were slightly cool as they accurately clasped her wrist, requiring almost no effort to lift her off the ground.

Su Qingche glanced at her and casually shifted his gaze. Her punch, neither heavy nor light, landed on his military boots but felt no different from a tickle

As he was leaving after completing his tasks, he glanced into Song Xingchen's room as he passed by the door and accurately saw the exceptionally neat quilt on the bed, tugging at his lips.

Su Qingche finally felt a burning pain in his neck, and when he touched it, it felt scalding hot. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the situation he had already taken control of, then frowned and turned to walk away

She recalled the moment when she was bumped into and instinctively reached out to grab Su Qingche, almost impulsively wanting to give herself a thumbs up. However, the warm sensation she felt beneath her hand seemed to be skin—had she scratched his face?

Su Qingche glanced at him, her eyes cold and clear. However, she merely snorted softly and did not refuse.

The comrades who were originally sitting in place all stood up in panic, amidst the chaos, only the authoritative and composed voices of the instructors from each class organized the formation.

However, she clearly underestimated the combat effectiveness and observational skills of the class enemy. Su Qingche had long been quietly observing her every move. At that moment, she slightly shifted her foot and took a step back

Thus, the next day, as soon as Song Xingchen saw Su Qingche, his eyes immediately fixed on him.

Comrade instructor finished inspecting the internal affairs and said before leaving, "Don't worry, the regiment commander won't come to check this..."

Song Xingchen let out a disdainful cold snort and said, "No way."

Su Qingche nodded thoughtfully, feeling quite regretful. "Then there is nothing that can be done, I have given you the opportunity."

Su Qingche today was still dressed in her training uniform, walking over from a distance with large and steady strides. By her side was Chief of Staff Lu, who was continuously speaking about something. Occasionally, she would turn her head to respond to a remark, only to quickly resume her focused and brisk pace.

Song Xingchen had been holding something in his hand. When he followed the main group out and looked at it under the light, it was a button

Song Xingchen raised his eyes to look at the instructor comrade who had just confidently stated that the regiment commander would not come to inspect, and patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, "You have underestimated the abnormality of your regiment commander."

The proposal by Song Xingchen has truly won the hearts of the people, and at this moment, some individuals have begun to cheer and applaud.

Song Xingchen crashed so fiercely but only landed on empty ground, feeling secretly annoyed. Before he could vent his anger, he was knocked aside by someone.

Song Xingchen had encountered many handsome men, but a smile that could not be described as kind, and even had a hint of wickedness, left Song Xingchen momentarily stunned, followed by an alarm bell ringing in her mind

She lowered her head to look at her claws, and suddenly did not know what kind of expression to make

Su Qingche glanced at her, flicked the nonexistent dust off her military boots with her fingers, and turned her head to look at her. "Is this a gesture of surrender?"

Su Qingche originally intended for them to have discipline and to understand what obedience means through personal experience, so how could she inform them in advance? Upon hearing her say this, they began to feign ignorance. "I just found out too."

The wording used here is truly remarkable, surpassing even ten Lieutenant Generals.

Thus, when the instructor saw Song Xingchen's neatly arranged tofu quilt, he was momentarily taken aback. He then looked at her with considerable sympathy and asked, "Little sister, was it cold last night?"

Song Xingchen felt a chill at her wrist, followed by an intense heat. She was taken aback, her face inexplicably flushed.

He stood for a moment, and then slowly walked over.

Su Qingche noticed Song Xingchen's gaze and turned to look over in an instant. That look was precise and cold, fully displaying the iron-blooded temperament of a soldier

Su Qingche was called out by Song Xingchen like this; if he had not witnessed her being bumped into, he would have suspected that it was intentional on her part.

Pian Suqing had already made up her mind to watch her make a fool of herself, and just now she tacitly allowed the instructor to call out Song Xingchen's name, so at this moment, she naturally would not extend a helping hand. Sitting beside her, her demeanor was so relaxed that it almost made Song Xingchen want to kick her.