Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Just as Lin Feng and Zhang Wei were discussing Shen Yutong.

The neighboring 11th Company was also resting. Shen Yutong sat on the grass, drawing in her notebook.

A girl next to her leaned over to look and whispered, "Who did you draw?"

Shen Yutong smiled and said, "Instructor."

The girl nodded: "It looks quite like the real thing."

At this moment, Zhao Meng from the 13th Company walked over to the 11th Company and squatted down in front of Shen Yutong.

"Hey, what are you drawing? Let me see."

Shen Yutong closed her notebook: "It's nothing."

Zhao Meng smiled, unconcerned. He pointed to Lin Feng in the distance and asked, "Do you know that person?"

Shen Yutong looked up at Lin Feng, then looked down again. "I don't know him."

Zhao Meng nodded: "I noticed he keeps looking this way at you. He's not a good person. Be careful."

After saying that, Zhao Meng stood up, strode away, and thought he looked very dashing.

Shen Yutong stared at his retreating figure, utterly bewildered. He certainly didn't know Lin Feng, but he certainly didn't know Zhao Meng either.

She looked up at Lin Feng again; his profile was clearly defined in the sunlight, and his eyes were deep and bright.

She drew a pair of Lin Feng's eyes in the blank space of the notebook, then thought about it and crossed them out.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the soccer ball rolled over from the side of the playground.

Zhao Meng somehow got hold of a soccer ball and played with it during his break.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the kick went wide, and the ball rolled right to Lin Feng's feet.

Zhao Meng ran over, hands on his hips, and said condescendingly, "Brother, kick it back for me."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear. The tone wasn't a request, it was a command.

Lin Feng looked down at the ball, flicked it with his toe, and volleyed it into the air.

The ball arced through the air and landed precisely at Zhao Meng's feet without even bouncing.

Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Wei started to stir things up from the side:

"Holy crap! Great shot! Awesome!"

Those around him also commented that the ball was played at a very high level.

Zhao Meng glanced at Lin Feng, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything and walked away with the ball.

He disliked Lin Feng from the barbecue restaurant. Driving a beat-up Audi and being surrounded by a bunch of high-quality girls, what was he trying to prove?

The intention was to embarrass Raymond Lam, but unexpectedly, he ended up looking cool. What bad luck.

Li Mo pushed up his glasses: "Your footwork is inversely proportional to your emotional intelligence."

Lin Feng looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Li Mo analyzed, "That kick of yours was so cool. He's embarrassed and will target you even more afterward."

Raymond Lam laughed and said, "If I hadn't kicked him, he would have been my friend?"

Li Mo thought for a moment: "No."

Lin Feng shrugged: "That settles it then. I noticed during military training that the way he looked at me was off, but I don't know what I did to offend him. I don't even know him."

Little did he know that his act of bringing three pretty girls along would make him a target of resentment and hostility in college.

The four of them met up during dinner time in the cafeteria.

Song Yan, Liu Jiaqi, and Liu Chengcheng walked over from different directions, all wearing the same camouflage uniforms, but standing together they still looked like three flowers.

Liu Chengcheng's face was sunburned, and when she took off her hat, her hair was soaked and stuck to her forehead.

Song Yan's lips were chapped, so Lin Feng helped her apply sunscreen lip balm.

Liu Jiaqi hasn't changed much, except for some heavy eye bags, probably because she didn't sleep well last night.

The four of them ordered two servings of braised pork, one serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, one serving of shredded potatoes, and one serving of tofu soup, and ate in a corner of the cafeteria.

Liu Chengcheng, with her mouth full of food, said, "One of the girls in our company threw up while standing at attention. She threw up on the back of the head of the boy in front of her, and then it was a chain reaction; everyone around her threw up, haha..."

Song Yan said, "Can you please stop spitting out your food when you're telling a story?"

Liu Chengcheng wiped the rice grains from her mouth: "I didn't spit it out, the rice just came out on its own."

Zhang Wei, carrying a tray, came over with a grin and said, "Hello, sisters-in-law."

Liu Chengcheng glared at him: "Who's your sister-in-law? How old are you?"

"I was born in the Year of the Dragon, at the age of nineteen."

"We were born in the Year of the Rabbit, and we're eighteen."

Zhang Wei said, "Then you guys are older than me."

Liu Chengcheng said, "Why doesn't the older one call me 'sister'?"

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Hello, sisters."

Lin Feng asked, "Did your math teacher teach you PE?"

Liu Jiaqi said, "You must have used some tricks like Lin Feng did in the college entrance exam, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to get into Beijing University of Technology."

Zhang Wei scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "You guys figured it out? You sisters really have a keen eye for talent."

Song Yan was speechless: "………"

At 7 p.m., each company sat in a circle in their designated area, where instructors taught them how to fold blankets.

Sun Jianguo spread a military blanket on the ground, unfolded it, smoothed it out, folded it, pinched the edges, and trimmed the corners.

A few minutes later, a tofu block appeared on the plastic sheet.

He said sternly, "This is the standard. I'll check tomorrow morning; those that aren't folded properly will have to run laps on the playground."

After being dismissed and returning to the dormitory, Zhang Wei knelt on the ground, worrying about his quilt. He folded it left and right, but it turned into a clump, like bread that had failed to ferment.

Li Mo folded his own quilt and placed it on the bedside table as a model, then began to help Zhang Wei fold it.

Zhang Wei watched as he quickly folded the dough into a perfect square. "Have you practiced this before?"

"I did military training in junior high!"

How many years has it been since junior high school?

"Seven years."

"It's been seven years, and you still remember?"

Li Mo looked at him: "I remember. Muscle memory. You can't fold it properly because your muscles are rebelling against your brain."

"What do you mean?"

Lin Feng laughed, "It means simple-minded and all brawn and no brains. If you still don't understand, you idiot, you know what that means, right?"

Zhang Wei was stunned. "Holy crap! Li Mo, are you insulting me?"

After washing up in the evening, Lin Feng lay in bed chatting with Zhang Min and Huo Shanshan on his phone, a smile on his face.

Zhang Wei leaned closer: "Who are you talking to?"

Lin Feng placed his phone screen face down on the bed. "Nobody's here."

Zhang Wei grinned mischievously, "Want Shen Yutong's QQ number?"

Lin Feng said calmly, "Speak your mind, or shut up."

Zhang Wei said with a sly grin, "I'll get Shen Yutong's QQ number for you, and you can ask Jiaqi's sister-in-law to get Feng Xiaotang's QQ number for me, how about that?"

Lin Feng was taken aback. "You like Feng Xiaotang?"

Zhang Wei said sincerely, "After tasting the mouthful of tea she sprayed at me, I belonged to her."

Lin Feng's lips twitched: "Deal."

The lights went out. The corridor fell silent, broken only by the occasional footsteps and a few hushed voices.

Zhang Wei tossed and turned in bed, the bed frame creaking.

Lin Feng lay on the bed, with his MP3 player, listening to A-Du's "It's Getting Dark," staring at the bed board above him.

My phone vibrated twice under my pillow.

Song Yan's QQ message: "My legs are sore, I can't sleep."

Liu Jiaqi's QQ message: "The first night I missed you, goodnight my love."

Liu Chengcheng's QQ message: "I want to eat jianbing guozi for breakfast tomorrow. My classmate said it's delicious. Can you buy some for me?"

After replying to each question, Lin Feng closed his eyes.

There are thirteen days left in military training.