Chapter 241

The clamor of yesterday now seems like a dream.

When I regained my senses, it was as if I had never owned anything.

Qin Wei returned to her dormitory to change back into her training uniform, then hurried downstairs for assembly.

Indeed, things had changed a little - even though Zheng Instructor arrived late, he didn't scold her, only asked her to return to the squad.

Song Huan didn't say a word to her the whole time, and didn't even glance in her direction.

As for that man whose identity was unknown, he didn't follow the two women back at all.

When everyone in the squad was standing properly, Zheng Qiancheng said:

"Just because we had a day off yesterday doesn't mean we can be lackadaisical today. Now that everyone has arrived, I have two announcements before you all can go back to wash up and rest.

First, all trainees will take turns standing guard this week, two hours per team. The specific arrangements have already been posted in the dormitories.

Except for Zhou Fang, whose foot is injured - she can sit in a wheelchair - but she has indicated that it's only a minor injury and she won't fall behind. The rest of you should be able to as well."

As he spoke, Zheng Qiancheng surreptitiously glanced at Qin Wei.

"Of course, if there is truly an inability to endure it, you may tell me as well, and I will stand guard in your place without any issue."

Seeing that Qin Wei remained silent, he continued:

"There are still all kinds of training activities arranged for this week as usual. Please take them seriously. There will be an assessment in the final week, and grades will account proportionally for course credits. The specific conversion ratios will be decided by the school.

Any other questions?"

"Report!"

The speaker was Jiang Zhiyu.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Zhiyu asked:

"In previous years there were always military boxing formation performances. What about us? It feels like everything afterwards is different than before."

Zheng Instructor looked at her and explained earnestly:

"As you said, that was in previous years. During the opening of this encampment it was stated that this would be completely new attempt. There are many experiences I want you all to undergo. "

Many people in the squad breathed a sigh of relief. Having to remember moves was truly exhausting. At least they don't have to worry now...

"If there are no other issues, dismissed!"

"Qin Wei."

Song Huan called out to stop her.

The two women looked at each other, both with less than good expressions on their faces.

Although they had aired everything out, and the misunderstanding was basically resolved, in the end they hadn't gotten along very happily. Qin Wei also didn't feel like saying much else alone with her.

Song Huan said: "The superiors have arranged for me to take care of you. If you have any needs, you can tell me.

Also, your morning runs are canceled. Go directly to the mess hall to eat at seven."

"Can I have an egg tart?"

...

That first week, it really did feel cool here, but starting from today, the days of nightly rain were over. Although there was still a difference between night and day temperatures, once night fell it would be slightly cooler than other places, but it also made people start feeling stuffy.

Only now did everyone understand why the school had told them to bring thin blankets - Folding up the "tofu cubes" to put aside meant saving time folding quilts the next day. And the thin blankets kept warm when it was cold and were just right for covering up when hot...

But when Qin Wei saw those gaudy blankets appear again, she felt a headache coming on.

After washing up, there was still some time before lights out. She decided to go outside for some fresh air.

"How's your injury? And how did it go last night? I didn't get to ask you this morning."

Ye Jiahe walked out and stood next to her, asking:

"Well, this is how it is now."

Qin Wei showed her the arm fixed by the brace.

"Yesterday wasn't a rest day. And we got our phones back, didn't you take a look at me?"

"Pah!"

Speaking of this, Ye Jiahe was completely helpless.

"The phone could get online, but it couldn't open images or videos, and also couldn't send or receive pictures or videos. I only read the text trending topics. My Lu E took up the screen in various ways, I'm so proud."

"Thanks for liking me. Just wait until we get back to take another look."

Ye Jiahe looked at her arm brace:

"Oh right, it won't impact filming for that drama you joined the cast for in a while ba? I saw online it said the role selection was already confirmed. It's a historical drama but you still have quite a few fighting scenes."

Qin Wei shook her head:

"No problem, it'll definitely be healed by then."

Ye Jiahe looked forward to it expectantly:

"I'm really looking forward to watching Lu E in a historical drama! Just thinking that the character Lu E plays is someone who really existed in history, I get so excited. Through the magnificent Mu Dynasty's 500 years, it relied on Lu E to turn the tide to continue on!"

Qin Wei thought back to the script. She couldn't reveal spoilers, but she could still tell her:

"It doesn't make it that far, just telling the story of how they met and got to know each other when young... It's late, you should go rest. I'll head back in a while."

Ye Jiahe didn't say anything else. She waved to Qin Wei before returning to the dorm.

Qin Wei forced a smile. Then she leaned against the corridor railing, also quite tired these past two days.

The news that Qin Wei returned to continue military training was specially released by the school in a post:

[Beijing Academy of Dramatic Arts: Blazing summer days, training continues. Although there was a small accident, trainee @Qin Wei_Vivian is still persisting. Everyone else is also upholding the spirit of "no abandonment, no giving up" and working hard to grow.]

[Lu E, mom is proud of you]

[I hope you can take good care of my sister]

[Hubby (just kidding!), jiayou!]

[Well it's just a small injury, fans shouldn't hype her up like this]

...

The next morning at dawn, following the whistle Qin Wei arrived downstairs on time for assembly. This made both instructors somewhat surprised.

Compared to the usual five o’clock wakeup for morning runs, today was admittedly a little late. But she also hadn't listened to Song Huan's arrangements and directly skipped the morning run.

"Everyone else run drills. Qin Wei, step out!"

After Zheng Instructor spoke, he led the squad to start running.

Only she and Song Huan remained. Song Huan then said to her:

"Didn't I say you could rest?"

"Unnecessary."

Qin Wei was still very cold to her, standing quietly in place waiting for her arrangements.

"Alright, being able to make strict demands of yourself, I really admire that."

Instructor Song rarely complimented her. Then she took a quick glance at her watch, "Well then, let's not waste time now. I'll take you to do rehabilitation therapy.

Here's the box of egg tarts for you, but they're already cold. After the few hour drive, even the thermal bag wasn't effective anymore."

...

During breakfast time, Ye Jiahe took the initiative to help bring food for Qin Wei, and was exceptionally attentive the entire time, afraid of letting Qin Wei go hungry.

"Ye Jiahe, stop brown-nosing so much."

Sitting at the same table, Zhou Fang couldn't help but retort.

But seeing Ye Jiahe turn her head to look at her, Zhou Fang recalled being yelled at by her last time. She couldn't match the other party's temper, and inevitably cowered, shutting her mouth.

But Ye Jiahe wasn't angry either. As she placed the peeled egg into Qin Wei's bowl, she said:

"You haven't been a mother before, so you don't know the feeling of worrying about your child. I won't blame you for it."

In reality, she had contacted the fan club organization on the rest day, and the members all told her not to starve her own goose.

Qin Wei suddenly recalled something. She took an envelope out from her training uniform pocket and handed it to Zhou Fang.

"What's this?"

Zhou Fang looked at Qin Wei, fully intending not to take it.

Although they had parted unhappily after the route march, upon learning that Qin Wei had disregarded danger to go looking for her, Zhou Fang's impression of Qin Wei had also improved by quite a bit.

Letting go of certain prejudices, she now felt that Qin Wei wasn't as awful as she had imagined.

She even had a little unwillingly admitted fondness for her...

But out of that tiny bit of pride she had, up until today, she was still too embarrassed to take the initiative to speak with Qin Wei.

"It's from Xiao Qiao, for you."

Qin Wei sighed.

"If you don't want it, then I'll throw it away..."

"I do I do I do I do I do want it!"

It sounded unbelievable, but Zhou Fang's hands and mouth reacted even faster than her brain. She raised her hand to take the envelope and spent a good while looking it over.

"Xiao Qiao gave this to me?"

Zhou Fang cautiously confirmed again, still afraid she had misunderstood.

"Mm."

Qin Wei nodded very definitively.

Zhou Fang suppressed her excitement. She carefully opened the envelope. Inside was an autographed photo!

Not only that, there was also a short message written on the back. Ye Jiahe snuck a peek but before she could see what was written on it, Zhou Fang had already put away the signed photo. It looked like she was very happy.

Ye Jiahe was super curious and leaned in to ask:

"What's it say?"

Zhou Fang's face was full of unconcealable delight. She put the signed photo back into its envelope then into her jacket pocket. She glanced at Ye Jiahe and whispered two words:

"It's private."

Ye Jiahe snorted dismissively:

"Not letting me see then I won't look, no surprise just encouragement or something, what else could she have written? Anything special about it?"

Seeing her sour grape attitude of disparaging what she couldn't obtain, Qin Wei quietly said to her:

"Or I could also write one for you..."

Ye Jiahe fell silent for a long while, finally shaking her head:

"You don't even have nice handwriting or any kinda culture, what could you write that would amount to anything? Forget it ba..."

Qin Wei: "May I ask if your salaries as black fans are paid monthly?"

Ye Jiahe: "?"