The instructor glanced at Lin Ling's side unintentionally, then quickly looked away, picked up the whistle in his hand, put it in his mouth and blew it.
As the whistle sounded, the freshmen who were still walking towards the playground immediately moved their legs and ran over to gather. Some of them didn't even put on their clothes, so they were running towards the playground while putting on their coats.
Lin Ling lowered her eyelashes as she put down her hands.
Zhang Ruyue disappeared again...
I don’t know if he will really die this time?
Contrary to the worried look on his face, Lin Ling was calculating the chances of Zhang Ruyue surviving this time.
Um...
If the opponent is Bixian, then let's open it three to seven.
After a while, the gathering was completed.
Just when the instructors were about to start military training, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came from the team.
"She can't do military training. She's injured and needs rest."
The owner of this voice did not seem to be discussing with the instructor, but directly giving an order. The status of the two seemed to be reversed.
The playground felt like a strange pause button had been pressed, all sounds disappeared in an instant, and everyone's eyes turned to Lin Ling's side.
Lin Ling, who didn't notice anything unusual, turned around and saw the baby-faced boy who accidentally injured her yesterday.
"Why are you here?"
Lin Ling's face looked a little surprised. The baby-faced boy seemed to be a different person at this time, without any trace of the cheerfulness and optimism of yesterday. He still has that cute baby face, but he feels like a piece of freezing ice that won't melt.
The boy looked at Lin Ling, his black and white eyes were too pure and scary, reflecting Lin Ling's figure.
"I'm protecting you."
The boy spoke every word very slowly.
Bixian, who had been sleeping for who knows how long, still had a simple and straightforward personality when he woke up.
There was no emotion in his answer, as if he was describing the facts.
Hearing that his junior wanted to protect himself, Lin Ling's eyes were filled with smiles, but he still refused: "My hand is already healed and it will not affect military training."
When saying this, the expression on Lin Ling's face was so gentle.
In a daze, Bixian seemed to smell the sweet smell emanating from Lin Ling's body again.
Gulu——
Sounds from the stomach after not eating for a long time.
The student standing next to Bixian seemed to hear this voice, and moved his body silently with a pale face, farther away from him.
Bixian didn't pay attention. At this time, his eyes and heart were only focused on his newly found cake. When Cake said her wound was healed, he shook his head and rejected it.
"not good."
In order to prove that Lin Ling's injury was not healed, he reached out to grab Lin Ling's injured hand and repeated it again.
"not good."
So he wants to protect her.
Then wait until her wound is healed before eating her.
Lin Ling's finger bones were aching slightly from the coldness coming from the other party's fingers. Lin Ling was not sure at first, but at this moment she knew the true identity of the other party.
Pulling her hand back, she said with a touch of helplessness in her tone, "This injury will heal in a few days. Junior, you don't have to be so..."
"Ye Cheng."
Bixian raised his head and looked directly at Lin Ling, interrupted Lin Ling's words, and said his real name.
For some reason, Ye Cheng didn't want to hear the word "disciple" from Lin Ling's mouth, so he subconsciously said his name.
Lin Ling didn't speak, thinking she hadn't written it down, so Ye Cheng repeated it again.
"My name is Ye Cheng." He said it very slowly this time so that Lin Ling could remember his name.
"Okay, Ye Cheng."
Lin Ling followed Ye Cheng and called his name, and then said: "The injury on my hand really doesn't matter. Be obedient and stop making trouble, otherwise the instructor will get angry and he will be very fierce."
Hearing his name from Lin Ling's mouth, Ye Cheng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, but what he said next made Ye Cheng unhappy again.
Ye Cheng didn't speak. He turned his head to look at the instructor, his dark eyes staring straight at the instructor.
Very fierce instructor:...
The instructor, who was stared at by Ye Cheng with a death gaze, felt that he was not going to die soon, and hurriedly spoke to persuade Lin Ling to rest.
In the end, Lin Ling had no choice but to compromise and leave the team, sitting aside to watch their military training.
The weather in the copy is just like the wind blowing against the pages of a book. Whichever page it blows is counted. Yesterday it was a hot day, but today it is like entering a cold winter.
Lin Ling, who was standing in the crowd, glanced at the freshmen next to them whose lips were turning white from the cold, and then looked at Ye Cheng, who stood out among the freshmen.
Compared with the previous two days, the atmosphere of today's military training became inexplicably more depressing.
The thick gray clouds above our heads were like monsters with their mouths wide open, pressing on everyone's hearts and making them breathless.
Everyone had a look of fear and caution on their faces.
But the source of all this was seriously raising his arms and legs and walking forward under the instructor's slogan.
