When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 160: My Girlfriend

Throughout the whole process, He Shumiao’s mind was practically in a state of deadlock.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the man who suddenly appeared from the restroom was the most handsome and yet the most frightening guy she had ever seen in her life.

Just a nonsensical dispatch and a faint glance.

She didn’t even have the courage to refuse.

He Shumiao wasn’t stupid, the items he asked her to buy were all feminine hygiene products.

So, taking a bold guess, he must be the acquaintance Yaoyao had been searching for fruitlessly these past few days.

Not only that, their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

Today she had really run into a supermarket standoff.

He Shumiao miserably hurried to the shelves, her mind forming an assembly line, buying sanitary pads and brown sugar ginger tea as instructed by him, and then...

The twenty-minute break was about to end in the blink of an eye.

The few guys who hadn’t made it to the restroom earlier came back hoping for luck.

The last thing they wanted to see now was a female figure in front of the restroom.

It was awkward to say harsh words out loud, and trying to hold back only made things worse with each passing day.

Sigh.

Life was really tough for the guys at Rong University.

A group of them sighed and walked to the door, about to enter, when an arm suddenly emerged halfway and blocked them from entering.

The atmosphere became subtly tense.

When He Shumiao returned and saw the standoff outside the men’s restroom, she hurried over to explain,

"Guys, my friend isn’t feeling well inside, please be patient, she’ll be done soon, sorry about that."

As she spoke, she glanced with the corner of her eye at the man standing like an iron wall at the door and blinked.

Too manly.

One man against a thousand troops?

He Shumiao couldn’t help but give a ghostly smile.

The several guys looked at each other, confused.

Pointing at the back of the girl who had gone in, they asked the frosty figure in front of them, "Being nosy, huh? Who is she to you?"

Outside, whistles were sounding; training was about to start.

Pei Yan’s cool gaze swept faintly over the other’s obnoxious face, a thin smile slowly forming on his lips.

"My girlfriend, any objections?"

"..."

His lazy voice, laced with a hint of nonchalance, drifted into Jiang Shuyao’s ears.

She was separated from him by only a door at that moment.

Yet, that utterance of "my girlfriend" was enough to heal all the physical pain a girl could feel.

She didn’t know what to make of it in her heart.

To regain what was once lost was probably the happiest thing in this world.

Jiang Shuyao stood there for a long time, not daring to reach out and pull open the door in front of her.

After Jinggang, he had completely vanished, except for an unexpected encounter on the roadside, where she hadn’t even managed to see his face clearly.

Jiang Shuyao was scared, truly scared.

She feared it was all a dream.

And she feared that Pei Yan’s words just now were only a hallucination.

She and he had been apart for a full forty-eight days, an aftermath stronger than the fiercest alcohol, scorching the heart.

She didn’t even dare to think why he, who was supposed to have followed his adoptive mother to Los Angeles, would appear at Rong University.

Jiang Shuyao’s heart pounded thunderously; she clenched her teeth, held her breath, and suddenly pulled the door open.

In her field of vision, there was nobody.

For some unknown reason, Pei Yan had already left.

Seeing her desolate expression, He Shumiao couldn’t help but pat her on the back, comforting her like one would a child, "It’s okay, if he’s cold to you, you be cold to him too. Let your boyfriend understand what ’abusing your wife is fun for a moment, chasing your wife leads to the crematorium’ means."

Jiang Shuyao gazed at her roommate, dumbfounded.

Cough.

He Shumiao realized she had spoken without thinking and touched her head, embarrassed, "I guess I’ve read too many romance novels."

But she had truly never imagined that the city’s top science high school student, a person of scholarly god status, would actually have a boyfriend.

Moreover, it looked like they had been together for quite a while, and it was very possible that they had started dating in high school.

He Shumiao suddenly felt despondent. While others could date early and still become top students, she was watched by her family like a hawk and had barely managed to meet Rong University’s admission standards.

It’s maddening to compare yourself with others.

In the silence between them, a chant from outside the playground could be heard. Instinctively, they turned their heads toward the gate, where a contingent was passing by, sweating profusely, marching in step.

Marching in step...

"Damn it!"

No longer idling, the two girls hurried out of the restroom and dashed toward the Eighth Company’s camp.

Now they were really in for it. One of King Yan’s strict rules was that for every minute late, one had to stand at attention for ten minutes.

As they ran, He Shumiao asked Yaoyao for the time. When she found out it would be half an hour of standing at attention, she really wanted to bury herself right there.

"Reporting!"

"Reporting!"

The atmosphere was tense in the ranks, and Instructor Yan’s piercing gaze shot towards the two latecomers.

He Shumiao was so scared she dared not move a muscle, her back starting to sweat.

In contrast, Jiang Shuyao beside her remained calm.

The instructor didn’t ask anything and just barked the command with a dark expression, "You two, attention!"

The two girls stood ramrod straight.

"Stand at attention for half an hour!"

Oh no...

He Shumiao’s face fell instantly.

Jiang Shuyao felt guilty and shouted a report, with everyone’s gaze suddenly turning to her.

He Shumiao knew what she wanted to say and desperately tried to signal her with her eyes.

Don’t do it, Yaoyao; everyone knows how unpredictable King Yan’s temper is. The more you argue, the heavier the punishment. It’s just half an hour; consider it a leisure break.

Standing still as a pole and doing nothing seemed much better than wearing a hole through the sole of her shoe.

Of course, the instructor was waiting for Jiang Shuyao to finish, but shortly after, a series of loud shouts came from the boys’ camp in the distance.

"57, 58, 59, 60..."

Not only the Eighth Company, but the surrounding camps also cast curious glances in that direction.

What had happened?

The onlookers didn’t dare make big movements, stretching their necks to try and see.

"Everyone, attention!" The instructor blew the whistle sharply, bringing everyone’s focus back.

"Do fifty squats, begin!"

The group was in disarray, but He Shumiao chuckled with extra smugness, sneaking a wink at Jiang Shuyao. See, standing at attention is way more comfortable.

Standing at attention for half an hour wasn’t too long.

But Jiang Shuyao was visited by her period, and her lower abdomen was truly uncomfortable. Barely pushing through twenty minutes, she was drenched in cold sweat.

Due to personal reasons, she had missed the military training in her first year of high school.

This time, she had to persist at all costs.

Jiang Shuyao powered through with sheer willpower, standing at attention and then continuing to train with the team for the entire morning until they finally reached lunchtime.

When entering the dining hall, everyone was excitedly discussing an event. It was said that today in the Eighth Company, there was quite a commotion.

A boy who was late to the assembly was punished to do push-ups, and incredibly, he did 60 within two minutes.

In the military, the minimum requirement for new recruits is only 45, and to do more than 60 in two minutes is to be considered at an elite level.

The instructor exclaimed in amazement, rolled up his sleeves, and challenged the boy to a contest.

The result was another surprise, 63 to 62, only one push-up apart, but the instructor lost.

The word "lose" is hard to imagine being associated with a formally trained instructor.

But that was the reality.

In just half a day, the boy’s reputation spread far and wide, and his name was known throughout the camp.

From then on, the entire group of new students knew there was a boy named Pei Yan whose push-up game was even stronger than the instructor’s.