Her pupils shrank involuntarily.
Rong Zhaonan? Isn't he gone? Why...are you in Fuda? !
The tall figure on the podium said calmly——
"The next month is military training time. I don't want anyone to be late, otherwise you will see the consequences of not being punctual."
Although he was clearly speaking threatening words, his voice was cold and calm, reminiscent of the cool mint and ice cubes in the hot summer.
There was no impassionedness that is common in this era, and there was no encouragement or reprimand. One sentence silenced all the students.
The students who were noisy in private looked at the man above.
Later, everyone heard their chief instructor say lightly: "The speech is over."
Rong Zhaonan walked off the stage directly.
The chubby dean is a little dull, eh, is that the end?
He has never seen such a "concise and powerful" speech, and there is no atmosphere at all!
But a moment after the chief instructor left, the whole auditorium slowly burst into applause, and... it was very enthusiastic!
The poor leaders in the world have long, stinky, self-motivated speeches!
"Damn it, our chief instructor has such a unique style, I just love how energetic he is!" Yan Yangyang clapped excitedly.
Ning Yuan came back to her senses and squeaked softly: "What kind of Jinjin look, that's like a dog!"
There was some noise around, and Yan Yangyang was a little confused: "What did you say?"
Chu Hongyu heard it, and looked at Ning Yuan with side eyes: "Why, do you know our old and beautiful chief instructor?"
Although she was far away and wearing a hat, she saw the cold chief instructor on the stage.
Tsk tsk...it looks so good.
Ning Yuan looked at her little notebook intently: "I don't know him, I just think he looks weird."
Chu Hongyu played with the hair in her hand, her peach blossom eyes curved, and she said softly——
"Oh~~ I mean he looks better than women, right? My sister told me that you don't have to have thick eyebrows and big eyes to be good-looking. A guy like our chief instructor with such a small face can be dressed up in old Shanghai. Where’s the White Party?”
Ning Yuan: "..."
Sister, are you sure this is a compliment? Isn’t the White Party a scolding of the scumbag men in Shanghai in the old days who cheated women out of their money?
but……
Even though Rong Zhaonan looks like a bitch now, he has really been fed up with her!
Ning Yuan felt happy thinking about it.
Finally it was the turn of Class 1 from the Economics Department to perform on stage.
There are twenty-nine people in this class, and this time there are a total of fifteen boys and thirteen girls.
It was originally a male and female partner performance and separate chorus, but because a girl in Ning Yuan's dormitory had not reported yet, the two extra boys just joined together.
Ning Yuan originally thought that she would be nervous or have a stiff expression when Rong Zhaonan went on stage.
It turned out that my partner was an eighteen-year-old boy from Jin City.
He looked at Ning Yuan's stern face and smiled: "Hey, Sister Ning, I didn't commit any crime!"
Ning Yuan heard that his tone of voice sounded like he was talking about cross talk, and she also praised him: "How do you say this?"
The little boy sighed: "You look so serious, I thought my sister didn't come to dance with me, but to shoot me!"
"Pfft..." Ning Yuan couldn't help laughing and let him hold her hand.
Yes, everyone in Jin City can speak cross talk.
However, after such a fuss, she stopped being nervous and stiff, and acted as if she couldn't see the people in the audience, walking around normally, rehearsing ballroom dancing and singing... children's songs.
Ah, I really don’t know how the counselor’s little mind came up with such a weird combination!
Rong Zhaonan sat below and looked at the girl on the stage. She still had the familiar round face and big eyes, but she was dressed more fashionably.
Wearing a red knee-length skirt with suspenders, her waist-length curly hair is half tied up, and the rest falls on her shoulders in beautiful curls.
A hairpin of the same color is pinned to the side of her bun, and her bright red lips make her fair complexion stand out.
He narrowed his eyes. She seemed to be doing well and had a good relationship with the male classmates around her.
Rong Zhaonan gently tugged at the corners of his lips, and he knew that she didn't care about what she had had with him.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes indifferently and asked the people around him: "Jin Yang, I remember that you are the instructor in charge of Class 1 of the Economics Department?"
The young officer beside him nodded: "Yes, Captain Rong."
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "This time I will add another woman's self-defense technique. You will teach me."
Jin Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes!"
When the rehearsal ended, Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped off the stage.
Although she told herself to calm down, she didn't know why, but she always felt that Rong Zhaonan's gaze was like a light on her back.
Forget it, no matter why he is the chief military instructor at Fuda, she has something to do anyway, so she should stay away from him.
"Where are you going? There is a performance at seven o'clock tonight." Yan Yangyang was very worried when he saw Ning Yuan carrying her bag and bicycle keys, looking like she was about to go out.
Although Ning Yuan is only one year younger than him, she is petite and has a tender face. Her and her sworn enemies, Chu Hongyu, treat her like the youngest in the dormitory!
Ning Yuan waved her hand: "I still have something to do. I will definitely be back at six o'clock in the evening!"
"Be careful..." Yan Yangyang wanted to say something else, but Ning Yuan had already run away, and she muttered——
"Really, after the performance, the senior fellows from the law department agreed to join a group of girls from our class, and this girl didn't even wait for me to finish!"
When Rong Zhaonan passed by, he glanced at Yan Yangyang, "Reunion?"
Then, he looked at her petite back and turned to leave.
Ning Yuan rode a women's bicycle she had just bought for half a month, and shuttled through the alley where sheets and clothes were floating around at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Twenty minutes later, she rode to the door of a small building.
Several families live in the small building, and the first floor is a personal tailor shop.
Ning Yuan parked her bicycle at the door and entered the store.
A thin middle-aged male tailor in his forties with a measuring tape hanging around his neck was ironing clothes when he heard the jingle of the wind chimes hanging at the door.
He raised his head, looked at Ning Yuan, and greeted him familiarly: "Xiao Ning, you're here to buy some cloth again. Are the last batch of quilts sold out?"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes at him and smiled: "Good afternoon, Uncle Fang. The quilts sold well last time, but everyone has basically finished school. This time I am here to sell Uncle Fang's things."
After listening to Ning Yuan's words, the male tailor paused, raised his head and looked at Ning Yuan, his eyes shining slightly.
He smiled and said: "Really? Then come with uncle."
As he spoke, he glanced at the clerk in the tailor shop, who nodded.
Uncle Fang turned around and walked towards the inner room. Ning Yuan was not afraid and followed him in.
Passing through a room that looks like a living room, there is an inner room at the end.
The old counter inside was filled with all kinds of messy old goods, and it looked like a grocery store or utility room.
On the yellowed glass cabinet, there is a glass jar, which contains colorful crystal candies, glowing with a beautiful dim yellow light.
Uncle Fang took off his glasses, looked at her and smiled: "Xiao Ning, what do you want to sell? You know that uncle rarely accepts anything."
Ning Yuan took out a small handkerchief from her bag, opened it, and revealed the contents inside.
