There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 7.1

The temporary dormitory resources at the military training base were very abundant, enough for three grades, each grade having one area, and each class occupying two large dormitories.

Qiande High School’s tradition of military training month for many years had developed unwritten rules: Areas A, B, and C corresponded to the first, second, and third grades respectively; within each area, starting from the elite class, each class had two large dormitories separated by gender.

Area C001.

This corresponded to the male dormitory of the senior elite class.

Outside the dormitory was a wide expanse of sand. In the military training base, concrete was a rarity, basically unseen except inside the cafeteria–the desolate view of endless yellow sand had become the most common sight.

Fortunately, the wind wasn’t strong that day, but the sun was exceptionally harsh.

On the two rows of parallel bars directly opposite the dormitory door, a boy dressed in a white T-shirt and gray trousers sat on one of them. His legs were slightly bent, wrapped in long trousers that outlined his slender figure, and his thin boots casually stepped on another bar opposite him.

A baseball cap was lazily pressed on his black broken hair, casting a shadow on his skin, which was still pale under the intense sunlight.

Against the “background” of everyone else dressed neatly in military training camouflage, this handsome face was even more eye-catching.

Across the row of dormitories in Area C, at the entrance of the even-numbered girls’ dormitories, almost every room had people sneakily glancing over here, either openly or secretly.

“Ah…I’m going to die of heat here.”

Qiao Jin squatted against one of the parallel bars, as hot as a panting dog. “There’s no air conditioning, not even the rudimentary fans in the classrooms! Is this a military training base, or is it hell on earth??”

Qiao Yu was also miserable.

He looked up and glanced at the boy on the parallel bar.

“Jun, are we really not going back?”

“…”

Huo Jun pulled off his baseball cap with one hand, the heat was making him somewhat irritable.

However, thinking of that little white dress, his mood was covered by a completely different kind of heat. Huo Jun’s thin lips hooked slightly, and he smiled with a frown.

“We’re not going back.”

“…..”

“Stop being special. Wait until the end of the military training month, then we’ll go back together.”

Qiao Yu: “…..”

Qiao Jin, who was squatting on the ground, was about to cry. “Brother, my dear brother–we’ve been ‘special’ for the first two years of military training month, why did we suddenly change our minds in the third year and have to join in this excitement?”

Huo Jun didn’t answer.

Qiao Jin didn’t expect him to say anything–they had decided not to come to the military training base after a summer vacation, but Huo Jun suddenly changed his mind on the day the military training month started, and they couldn’t get an answer no matter how they asked.

Just as Qiao Jin was about to say something, a small stone suddenly flew over from the side. He looked up and followed the direction of the stone thrown by Qiao Yu.

The temporary school building foundation was very low, and you had to walk from the training field to the side of the road, then step down seven or eight steps.

Facing the dazzling noon sun, a girl in military training camouflage walked down the steps and came towards them.

“…Qin Ke?”

Qiao Jin was surprised and unexpected, looking up at the single bar above.

The figure of the young man holding the baseball cap in the sun stopped.

“…..”

A few seconds later, he lowered his head, lightly raised his eyes, and his dark pupils looked down.

Qin Ke stopped next to the parallel bars.

Qiao Jin, who was closest, propped himself up on the railing with a grin and said, “Let me guess, Brother Jun just refused Qin Yan without blinking, and here comes our sister Qin Ke–tsk, it’s going to eat our Brother Jun to death.”

The baseball cap was thrown down from the bar and hit the back of Qiao Jin’s head.

Huo Jun licked the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

“Who’s your sister?”

Qiao Jin: “Cough, I misspoke, our Brother Jun’s sister Qin Ke.”

“Get out of the way.”

Qiao Jin shrugged his shoulders, bent down and walked around the parallel bars, and huddled together with Qiao Yu on the other side, whispering and laughing.

Huo Jun pushed off the single bar and jumped down.

The corner of the young man’s clothes brought the wind. The sunlight entwined the fresh mint and soapnut scent together, fermenting a long aftertaste in the wind.

By the time Qin Ke came back to her senses, Huo Jun was already standing in front of her, looking down from above. Those dark pupils were as oppressive as their owner’s height.

Qin Ke retreated half a step without a trace.

The bag in her hand was lifted, “Thank you.”

“..…”

Huo Jun’s eyelids drooped, and his gaze swept lightly.

That white, smooth hand was exposed under the intense sunlight, making people worry that it would be sunburned.

After a pause of two seconds, he still reached out and took it, pulling out the thing in the bag.

A black thin jacket.

Huo Jun’s mouth twitched slightly.

Before the summer vacation at the bar, he had noticed that this piece of clothing had been taken away by the girl in her panic.

He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

“I thought this piece of clothing would be thrown directly into a trash can by you.”

Before, when Qiao Jin and Qiao Yu saw the bag, they were also curious to come over and look. Seeing the jacket that Huo Jun had picked up in his hand, Qiao Jin teased.

“Don’t tell me it was thrown into the trash can and then picked up again? Brother Jun is quite a clean freak.”

“.…”

Qin Ke felt a strange tightness in her heart.

Speaking of being a clean freak, Huo Zhonglou was also…

She shook her head, shaking off the unreliable thought that had surfaced in her mind again, and Qin Ke forced herself to calm down. “The clothes have been washed.”

Huo Jun was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, “Did you wash it?”

“…Yes.”

“By hand?”

With his words, Huo Jun’s deep gaze fell, sticking to the girl’s slender, onion-white fingers.

Qin Ke: “…”

The direction of this topic seemed a bit confusing, and her intuition told her it would be better to change the subject as soon as possible.