When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 161: The Waist Figure Reflected in His Eyes
After lunch, they returned to the dormitory, where Fang Wei was already lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. They tiptoed in, and He Shumiao silently pointed at the hash browns she was holding, silently asking Jiang Shuyao if she wanted to eat some more.
Ultimately, the nature of a food lover is primarily due to a good appetite and great digestion.
In He Shumiao’s presence, Jiang Shuyao felt pathetically small.
She really couldn’t eat anymore and shook her head with a light smile.
While changing shoes, her mother called. To avoid waking her roommate, she took her phone and left the dormitory.
The fire escape was very quiet. Jiang Shuyao pressed the answer button, and her mother’s voice came from the other end.
"Yaoyao."
"Mom."
Zhu Yun glanced at the time, "Did I disturb your nap?"
"No, I just got back after eating."
Jiang Shuyao looked towards the depths of the hallway while speaking and faintly smelled a hint of smoke.
This was a female dormitory building. She slowly withdrew her gaze without thinking much about it.
Between thoughts, her mother sighed and said, "There’s something I only found out about yesterday, Yaoyao. Actually, Yan didn’t go to Los Angeles; he’s still in Rong City."
Jiang Shuyao gripped her phone tightly, pausing her breath.
After a few seconds of silence, she softly replied, "I know, he’s at the same school as me."
Even though she had confirmed it was him, having it validated by her mother somehow settled her restless heart completely.
In contrast, Zhu Yun seemed especially surprised, "Have you guys met?"
"Mhm."
Having definitely heard his voice, she had indeed seen him, Jiang Shuyao reassured herself.
Since her mother had mentioned it, she casually asked, "Mom, why didn’t Pei Yan go to Los Angeles?"
Zhu Yun was still confused about this.
Lin Zhen wasn’t answering his phone, and Old Pei was also clueless, with no one knowing what exactly happened at the airport that day.
And reportedly, the boy hadn’t been home all summer and had gone alone to a remote mountain area to volunteer for over a month.
Old Pei said that one day, he suddenly received a call from Pei Yan, but it was only a single sentence, "I’m in Rong City, going directly to school."
Nothing else was heard after that.
At that time, Old Pei was both angry and amused, immediately instructing his assistant to investigate which school had accepted Pei Yan.
Being a father, he naturally wanted his son to stay close by.
Even over the phone, Zhu Yun could feel Old Pei’s uncontrollable happiness.
After ending the call with her mother, the smell of smoke in the hallway grew stronger.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but push open the half-closed double doors and unexpectedly saw a figure sitting on the stairs inside.
As she approached, she spoke with slight surprise, "Zhong Yuan?"
The light from the phone screen cast on Zhong Yuan’s face, making him appear grim and pale in the dark hallway. She nonchalantly put out her cigarette, stood up, and walked away without saying a word.
From start to finish, she didn’t glance at Jiang Shuyao or greet her.
In dorm 618, since the first day of military training, they had already formed a 3+1 formation.
Fang Wei was the dorm leader, and her original words were, "Some people are naturally aloof and not suited for living in groups. Let’s not force it; let it be."
Let it be...
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity, feeling that this philosophy of the dorm leader probably wouldn’t work.
Halfway through military training, all the camps began preparing for the closing ceremony’s performance.
Among them, choosing the model soldiers became a priority.
During the morning training, Jiang Shuyao was frequently called to the front of the troop to assist the instructor with demonstration moves.
She had a premonition that she could not escape this fate.
That afternoon, Instructor Yan officially announced the selection of the model soldiers.
Jiang Shuyao, whether in terms of height and demeanor or the precision of her movements, could be considered the face of the Eleventh Company.
At crucial moments, if not her, then who?
Everyone clapped enthusiastically and cheered her on, seemingly even more confident than her.
But what really boosted Jiang Shuyao’s confidence was during the concentrated training of the standard-bearers that night.
The parade ground was brightly lit, and the sound of slogans echoed across the campus.
In the focused training for the standard-bearers, the ratio of men to women was about three to one.
Among the figures in camouflage uniforms, Jiang Shuyao almost immediately spotted Pei Yan.
The distance was somewhat far, and she couldn’t make out the emotion on his face. Judging by his faint silhouette, he had become thinner than before.
He had gone to the mountainous areas to volunteer, where the environment was harsh, landslides frequent, and he was always ready to join in mass rescues.
How had he managed to endure over a month?
Jiang Shuyao blinked her sore eyes, just quietly watching him, her longing twining around her heart like wildly growing vines, gripping tighter the more she thought of him.
She really wanted to hug him.
"Jiang Shuyao!"
"Here!"
Startled back to reality, she heard the harsh warning of the instructor: "If you have the time to daydream, that means the training isn’t intense enough."
Jiang Shuyao stayed silent, somewhat dejected.
"An extra half hour of training tonight."
"Yes, sir!"
See, this is the price.
She sadly averted her eyes, forcing herself to gather some spirit. One more glance, and she might as well chop off her hand.
But what did that have to do with her hands.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but look his way once more, indeed it was Pei Yan, no mistake.
Reassured, she began to fully immerse herself in the training.
At eight o’clock, as the training neared its end, the instructors discussed organizing a mixer by forming a circle with several camp zones.
The mixer aimed to bolster camaraderie, with its core themes being unity and progress.
The Eighth Company interacted most frequently with the Eleventh Company because the majority of the students in both camp zones were from the computer science department.
Coincidentally, the "pass the parcel" game landed in Jiang Shuyao’s hands.
She bravely stood up, needing to perform a talent for everyone.
As a child, Jiang Shuyao had studied ballet for two years before setting it aside temporarily to focus on painting.
Now, her flexibility was nowhere near what it used to be, but she could manage a few simple jumps.
In a sea of camouflage, the girl walked to the middle of the open space, attracting everyone’s attention almost instantly.
He Shumiao helped her play "Swan Lake" on her phone, and as the music started, childhood memories slowly surfaced in her mind.
She rose onto her toes, her arms graceful and light.
There are some people who, even in the most ordinary training clothes, can deeply embed the dance into the hearts of the viewers.
For the non-professional audience, they might not understand the dance, but each movement the girl made enchanted their eyes to perfection.
She was very focused, her face carrying a youthful, unripe freshness.
That freshness was like a budding swan, her eyes free and unrestrained, destined on this unusual night to become the brightest star in everyone’s eyes.
Across the three camp zones, the boys’ stunned gazes followed the girl as she spun and moved.
Even the more uninhibited amongst them openly said they had to chase after Jiang Shuyao.
A goddess, who wouldn’t love her.
But his princess, the first time she danced, was in front of so many people.
Pei Yan stood at the back of the crowd, his black pupils reflecting the girl’s soft waist.
Beneath the dim night, he stoically lit a cigarette, the thin smoke veiling his eyes, terrifyingly somber.
