Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 292: She Turned and Ran

Behind her, at the stairway, a Third-level Noncommissioned Officer holding some documents came running down, grabbing a passing recruit: "Have you seen Old Cao?"

"Somebody came to the firing range just now looking for the platoon leader, saying it was his comrade."

Having finished talking, the recruit glimpsed two people walking leisurely on the gravel path, quickly pointed out: "Over there, should I go call the platoon leader over?"

However, the Third-level Noncommissioned Officer stopped him: "Never mind, it’s not urgent, we can talk about it later."

Curiously, he then asked the recruit: "Do you know which comrade of your platoon leader it is?"

"I haven’t seen him before." The recruit scratched his buzz cut: "He came over in a military jeep, I didn’t see any rank insignia on his camo, but he looks high-ranking."

The Third-level Noncommissioned Officer jokingly cursed: "Do you have fiery eyes to make out a person’s rank?"

"Isn’t it possible to judge by how one acts?" the recruit insisted: "Even from his walking posture, you can tell—definitely one of our troops, typically standing like a pine and moving like the wind. Just look for yourself, only those trained in the military have such a straight posture."

"Quit bullshitting me."

The Third-level Noncommissioned Officer waved him away: "Go clean up the shooting area!"

"Right." The recruit walked forward a few steps, then ran back to the Third-level Noncommissioned Officer: "I know, the platoon leader’s comrade’s last name is Song, he said it himself when he came in."

When Tang Li heard the words "surname Song", her gaze turned towards that crossing again, the familiarity replaced by a heart beating out of rhythm.

Just then, the two men who had walked a bit farther stopped in their tracks.

They stood under a large tree.

That tall silhouette slightly turned, wearing the army camo training uniform, his tight waist belt made his figure appear more upright, sleeves of the training uniform rolled up showing his muscular forearms, black Combat Boots, like some stored power, reminded her of an agile hunter.

Distractedly, Tang Li thought—

If he were a hunter, he certainly would be the kind that could easily control the whole situation.

Just at that moment, Song Baiyan turned his head to look this way.

"..." Tang Li felt as if her feet had grown roots.

The few seconds of dullness passed, regardless of whether she was recognized or not, she raised her hand pretending to fix her bangs, blocking the gaze from that direction, then she hurriedly lowered her head and quickly left the administrative building.

Turning around the back of the administrative building, Tang Li slowed her pace.

Truthfully, even she was not clear why she had "run away in panic".

Recognizing that man as Song Baiyan, the first thought that popped into her head was, he had returned to the country.

And following that was confusion.

Confused as to why he would be in Diannan, and why he would come to this remote mountain range.

Tang Li remembered the New Year’s gift he had given her.

Thinking of the gift, naturally reminded her of the kiss that night.

Actually, it couldn’t be considered a kiss.

It was just her lips touching his.

Walking towards the training area, Tang Li didn’t know what she was fantasizing about, Song Baiyan wasn’t in the country, she wanted to text him but now seeing him in person, she was somewhat afraid to meet him.

...She then thought about her newly cut short hair.

It seems like men prefer women with long hair, especially men of certain ages.

Women with short hair easily get labeled as tomboys.

Tang Li idly fiddled with a handful of thousand grass, thinking about being called "handsome" this morning, felt inexplicably defeated, then, she heard Song Baiyan’s voice.

"How long are you planning to wander around like this?"

His voice familiar, carried a relaxed and restrained steadiness.

Tang Li suddenly turned around.

Behind her, Song Baiyan stood not far away, he had just lit a cigarette, held between his fingers, the ember of the cigarette end flickering like her current mood, flickering on and off.

The man’s eyes held a gentle faint smile, in the air was the scent of nicotine: "Didn’t you know this place is a firing range? Why running around?"

Tang Li felt a tightness in her chest, her throat as though blocked by something.

She made a move that she would later think was quite stupid.

—She took off running.

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