In the classroom.
Despite the chaos around him, Qin Mohan could clearly hear what Lin Hao, sitting beside him, had just said.
Although there was no ripple on his face, if someone observed carefully, they would notice something: he, who was originally a very fast reader, had not turned the page of the book he was reading for a long time.
How could this person be so frivolous.
Qin Mohan thought to himself. Despite thinking this, he still coldly uttered an 'en,' as a response to Lin Hao's words. He still did not turn around to look at Lin Hao, his eyes fixed on that page.
Seeing that Qin Mohan still ignored him, Lin Hao lost the desire to continue chatting with him.
He lay on the desk listlessly, gazing absently at the scenery outside the window.
I wonder how she is now.
Did she eat well?
She wouldn't not eat well just because he wasn't there, would she.
Whenever Lin Hao had free time, he would think of her, fearing that something would happen to her.
Every part of Feng Lan High School was perfect, especially its dormitory environment. It adopted a three-bedroom, one-living room layout, and even had a small kitchen, allowing picky students to cook in their dormitories. The decoration, without exception, used the top-tier configuration.
Lin Hao, holding the key given to him by the dorm supervisor, walked slowly through the dormitory building.
He just didn't know who his two roommates would be in the future.
He hoped they would be easy to get along with.
Sigh.
He walked for an unknown amount of time, and Lin Hao arrived at his dormitory door. He looked up at the room number, 5876.
This was it.
He took out the key from his pocket, given by the dorm supervisor, opened the room, stepped inside, and looked around carefully.
How should I put it, it was quite clean.
The seniors from last year had cleaned it quite well.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, ignoring the dust on it, and looked at the layout of the three rooms, thinking that all these rooms were good.
He just had to wait for his roommates to return and discuss the room assignments before moving in.
However, Lin Hao sat on the sofa for a long time and still did not see his roommates return.
He changed his posture and continued to sit.
He was a bit hungry.
Lin Hao rubbed his stomach and thought.
He was a bit hungry, but he didn't want to get up and cook.
He curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He hoped a god would see his stubbornness and shamelessly send him egg fried rice, plus ham!
In the end, laziness overcame hunger.
"Click."
The dormitory door creaked open at this moment.
Hearing this sound, Lin Hao slowly raised his head and saw the person at the door.
His eyebrows instantly twitched, and he said lazily, "Brother Qin, I didn't expect us to be so fated."
The moment Lin Hao saw Qin Mohan, something flashed in his eyes, as if he suddenly understood something, and then he smiled and greeted him.
However, Lin Hao remained lying on the sofa, with no intention of getting up.
Qin Mohan, seeing Lin Hao on the sofa, didn't say anything to him. He let out an "en" and casually found a room to enter, without staying in the living room for another minute.
He hadn't expected him to be his roommate.
Lin Hao glanced at Qin Mohan's retreating back, not feeling sad at his indifference.
He then continued to lie on the sofa, waiting for the other roommate to arrive.
Since Qin Mohan had already chosen a room, the remaining two rooms were waiting for the other roommate to pick.
He wasn't in a hurry anyway.
Because he had a bit of choice paralysis, it was better to let others make choices.
He would just wait for what was left.
But he was still so hungry.
Lin Hao continued to rub his complaining stomach.
He was so hungry that his abs were gone.
Lin Hao thought while rubbing his stomach.
No.
He still had to find something to eat.
Having made up his mind, Lin Hao sat up listlessly, as if his soul had been drained, and slowly walked to the kitchen.
Opening the refrigerator, he discovered that this school was truly humane.
This was the first time he felt he loved this school.
The refrigerator was full of instant noodles (?).
Lin Hao chose his favorite flavors, spicy ones being the best, took out two packs, put them in a bowl, then found a thermos, and started boiling water.
The wait for the hot water was long.
Lin Hao squatted on the ground, leaning against the dining table, watching the water heat up bit by bit, as if he were looking at some world treasure, not daring to shift his gaze.
What Hu Tu saw when he entered the dormitory was this magical scene: a six-foot-tall muscular man, acting like a fool, leaning against the table and watching the thermos.
He could hardly believe it. Was this really his roommate?
Hu Tu was somewhat reluctant to admit it, then walked out and looked at his dormitory number again.
It was 5876, no mistake.
Why could he be so silly?
He really didn't want to say that he knew this person now.
Lin Hao waited for a long time, and the water still hadn't boiled. He pouted, looked back, and saw a head of red hair against the light. However, after training from an old man, he could accurately tell that the red hair was looking at him with disgust.
His face was full of "I don't know this idiot."
He was instantly stunned, his mind filled with question marks. What was wrong with this son, to dare to look at his father like that.
Lin Hao stood up, tidied his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked up to Hu Tu.
"Are you from 5876?" Lin Hao said.
Hu Tu opposite him rolled his eyes, his face filled with "How can such a stupid question come out of your mouth."
Then he walked past.
"Hehehe."
Lin Hao rubbed his head sheepishly, feeling that his question was a bit idiotic.
If he wasn't from 5876, how could he have a key to open the door and come in?
Hu Tu sat on the sofa, looking at Lin Hao who was still staring blankly at the door, and said impatiently, "Aren't you coming in? Planning to be a door god here? You can, but there are no tips."
Lin Hao ignored his "son" and returned to the kitchen, continuing to watch his hot water.
Hu Tu was also looking around the room, and felt that it was a bit different from what he had imagined, so he stopped looking and immediately lay down on the sofa.
He propped his face up with his hands and his eyes immediately fell on Lin Hao, who was still in the kitchen.
"What are you doing there?" Hu Tu asked with some curiosity.
Why was this person in that posture again, it was really incongruous.
"Boiling water, preparing to make instant noodles." Hearing Hu Tu's words, Lin Hao turned around and said to him.
"Instant noodles? Make me one too." As soon as Hu Tu heard this, he got excited, sat up from the sofa, and shouted towards the kitchen.
Lin Hao glanced at Hu Tu, said nothing, then turned and walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and asked, "What flavor?"
"Anything is fine." Seeing Lin Hao walk to the refrigerator, Hu Tu felt that this matter was settled.
Then he lay back on the sofa.
Lin Hao also got him two packs of spicy flavor, and waited for the water to boil.
"Which room do you want to live in?" Lin Hao suddenly remembered this and turned to the red-haired man lying on the sofa.
"Me? Anything is fine." Hu Tu said casually when he heard this.
Anything was fine with him, but it was difficult to choose.
Lin Hao thought to himself.
At this moment, the water suddenly boiled. After brewing these packs of instant noodles, they waited for the noodles to be ready.
Before long, the aroma of instant noodles filled the entire room, and Hu Tu, who was lying on the sofa, had already consciously come to the kitchen and started eating heartily.
In the end, they decided on the room assignments by playing rock-paper-scissors.
They spent two days like this, relying on instant noodles. During these two days, Qin Mohan never left his room, or if he did, they never saw him.
Hu Tu had the illusion that only he and Lin Hao were in this dormitory.
However, when he saw Qin Mohan, he was greatly startled and secretly cursed his old man.
Why did he arrange for them to live in the same dormitory?
"Hello." Hu Tu saw Qin Mohan coming out of another room and greeted him somewhat unnaturally.
As soon as Qin Mohan opened the door and saw Hu Tu, he heard Hu Tu greet him. He nodded as a greeting, then turned and bypassed Hu Tu towards the door.
Just as he was about to open the dormitory door, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Brother Qin, good morning. Aren't you coming to eat something? Military training will begin soon." Lin Hao, wearing an apron, spoke to Qin Mohan's back, holding a spatula.
The person at the door paused for a second, said "No need," and left the dormitory.
He and Hu Tu were left in the dormitory, staring at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Since he's not eating, let's eat." Lin Hao returned to the kitchen to continue cooking and said to Hu Tu.
Hu Tu did not stand on ceremony with Lin Hao. After all, they had known each other for some time. Although his arrogance had not changed much since childhood, he still recognized Lin Hao as a friend.
If he could defeat him, he would be even more excited.
The two of them ate breakfast in silence and then went together to the military training assembly point.
Looking around, there were people everywhere. On the podium stood several soldiers, looking at the dense crowd below expressionlessly, without saying a word.
Lin Hao glanced at the podium and found an acquaintance. Something flashed across his face, and he stopped looking at the podium.
"Quiet." A military officer came to the podium and said a word to them.
This word carried a trace of spiritual power, entering everyone's ears.
It seemed as if the officer was preparing to give them a show of force. The spiritual power released grew stronger and stronger, and some of the people standing below the podium began to falter.
Then, more and more people began to kneel on the ground with pale faces, their expressions full of discomfort, large beads of sweat flowing down their cheeks.
Lin Hao felt nothing from the officer's show of force. It was as if the person was simply standing on the podium, not releasing any spiritual power.
Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the person on the podium, as if to say, "This isn't good enough."
As the heir of the Hu family, Hu Tu also disdained this level of spiritual power. He had undergone this level of stress training years ago.
Why was this school so unoriginal?
Then he yawned boredly.
It was as if he was saying, "Hurry up, I'm sleepy."
Qin Mohan, standing beside them, was not as relaxed as they were. A layer of sweat had appeared on his face, and his legs were already starting to feel weak.
But his years of education did not allow him to do something so embarrassing.
He was still gritting his teeth and persevering.
Seeing that a large number of students had already collapsed, the officer on the stage withdrew his spiritual power.
Then he said, "From now on, when you see us, remember to maintain discipline."
After saying that, the officer stepped down and was replaced by another one.
The officer had a simple buzz cut, but it couldn't hide his handsome face, nor his perfect height of nearly 1.9 meters, which was envied by all. The muscles under his military uniform were constantly exuding masculine hormones.
Lin Hao's eyes involuntarily shifted away when he saw this man come on stage. He didn't continue to look at the podium, but he was still listening to him speak.
"I am your chief instructor, my surname is Zhao. I hope that over the next fourteen days, I can give you a new beginning." The voice of Instructor Zhao reached everyone's ears.
After this instructor finished speaking, the military training mobilization meeting came to an end, and then their happy (?) military training journey began.
Each instructor led their small square formation to the designated area, ready to begin training.
Lin Hao looked at the back of the instructor in front of him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes that was so fast no one noticed, but he didn't show it on his face. He then pretended to be a quail in the crowd.
After all, being a salted fish was the best.
It was the most comfortable.
The instructor led their class, Class 1, to the designated area, and then turned to them and said, "I am your instructor, my surname is Wang. If there are no accidents in the future, I will be leading you for the next fourteen days."
Wang Menghao looked at them and continued, "Let me tell you about our rules. If you want to move, report. If you want to go out, report. If you want to speak, report. In short, you have to report to me for anything you want to do. Only when I know and allow you to move, can you move, understand?"
The last sentence was said loudly by Wang Menghao.
"Understood." Class 1 replied in unison.
"Did you not eat? Speak louder." Wang Menghao's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this, and he repeated.
"Understood!" This time, the voice was a little louder than the last.
Wang Menghao nodded with some satisfaction.
Then he said, "Let me tell you about the arrangements. The first few days will definitely be basic training, such as standing, turning, and marching, which are not difficult. There will be a major military training assessment in the last few days, which I will discuss in detail then. Do you have any questions?"
"Report!"
"Speak."
"How many days is the basic training usually?"
"It depends on you. If you do well, it will be fewer days." Wang Menghao explained.
At this moment, Lin Hao said nothing, hiding in the corner, continuing to be a salted fish.