Chapter 455: Good Guy Card (ask for monthly ticket support!)

The military training has entered its fifth day.

In the girls' dormitory of the northwest building, although there was a lot of noise outside due to the military training, with loud songs such as "Returning from Target Practice" or "We Are Soldiers" being heard from time to time, Zhao Yihan lay in the bed, humming for a long time before she climbed up with difficulty, eyes dazed.

She received a note saying she didn't have to attend military training and could sleep in.

Last night, after she returned to the dormitory, her roommates were very curious and surrounded her to ask where she had been with her lame leg. Zhao Yihan didn't dare to tell her roommates that she had gone out to eat with the boys, otherwise they would force her to tell them everything about Zhang Yunqi's registered place of residence, height, age, weight, family situation, and even political status.

She won't be able to sleep all night.

Right now, Zhao Yihan just wants to treat Zhang Yunqi as a good friend, the kind that he can hide and not let anyone know about for the time being.

Speaking of which, that guy always makes her angry, of course she is not really angry. But last night, Zhang Yunqi made her view change a little bit. This boy is different from other boys in school. He is like an adult who can tolerate many things. He is very calm. His way of dealing with problems is simple but effective. He looks at things accurately and thought-provokingly. He is also a little humorous and always makes people laugh.

Zhao Yihan had a smile on his face when he changed into his pajamas.

Boys like this should be good friends, right? Zhao Yihan couldn't help thinking as she changed her clothes, then smiled and moved her little head, revealing a pair of dimples on her cheeks, looking cute and adorable.

Zhao Yihan got out of bed, supported himself on one foot, and hopped to the bathroom to wash up. Then he returned to his desk, opened the textbook he had bought, and began to study seriously.

At around 11:40 in the morning, Zhao Yihan stretched herself. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and she suddenly felt hungry.

She didn't know why her appetite was always so good and she didn't gain weight. Her friends were envious, but they never thought about how a foodie felt when she was hungry. For example, at this moment, although the training was about to end, her roommates could only pack food for her after they finished eating in the cafeteria. It was estimated that she would not have lunch until 12: at the earliest.

Zhao Yihan felt a little regretful that he went out with Zhang Yunqi yesterday and forgot to buy snacks.

Thinking of this, the dormitory manager suddenly walked in.

She was holding a cardboard box with a bag on top, and she spoke in a loud voice: "Girl, a woman came downstairs and said she brought you lunch and some snacks. Your legs and feet are not in good condition, so I brought them up to you."

Zhao Yihan was stunned.

After she came to her senses, she limped over, took the bag from the dormitory manager, and said thank you several times in a sweet voice to the dormitory manager who put the cardboard box on the ground.

After the dormitory manager left with a smile, Zhao Yihan reached out and opened the paper box. Inside the box were milk, chocolate, some biscuits, and a bunch of spicy snacks such as small fish and Lingwu duck labeled "Longjingyuan".

Zhao Yihan was a little confused. She couldn't figure out who sent these snacks. Curiously, she reached out and opened the exquisite bag on the table, took out a square box from it, and opened the lid. There were four exquisite and fragrant dishes inside: spicy chicken, Dongpo pork, shrimps in tomato sauce, and a small portion of Sichuan pickles made of radish tops, green vegetable stems, cucumbers, and beans.

Zhao Yihan loves to eat kimchi from his hometown the most.

She couldn't hold back her saliva and it came out all of a sudden.

There were also two thermos bottles, one containing rice and the other containing cuttlefish and pork ribs soup, which was steaming and had a rich aroma.

Although Zhao Yihan was confused, she knew, no matter how dumb she was, that judging from the appearance and packaging, this lunch box was either ordered from a big hotel or made in a luxury restaurant; it couldn't have come from a school cafeteria.

But who sent these things?
I heard from the dormitory manager that the person who delivered the meal was a girl.

The problem was that Zhao Yihan didn't know any girl in Lijin who was so generous, and the only people who knew that her foot was injured were her classmates, roommates and Zhang Yunqi.

Was it sent by Zhang Yunqi?

Zhao Yihan has automatically ignored her classmates and roommates because she knows that Zhang Yunqi has another characteristic: his attentiveness that is calm and yet inexplicably touching.

Only Zhang Yunqi remembered that she was from Chengdu from a casual remark she made. The dishes were the same as the one Zhang Yunqi treated her to that night, mostly Sichuan cuisine. The problem was that Zhang Yunqi also had military training? Did he ask another girl to send it? And was Zhang Yunqi so rich?

Zhao Yihan's mind gradually became a mess.

She never liked to think about such questions. She felt so uncomfortable that she shook her head and her eyes fell on the fragrant food and she couldn't move them away.

What about eating?

Or not eat it?
My stomach is growling...

Never mind her!
People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. Zhao Yihan, a foodie, was already very hungry. She picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the food into her mouth. It tasted delicious! She picked up the food and rice, and her little mouth was filled with food. She couldn't stop eating anymore.

In the afternoon, the dormitory manager brought another meal. The next day at noon and in the afternoon, half an hour before the end of the military training, the dormitory manager would come to deliver meals on time. The dishes were different every day, but they tasted just as good.

She had to admit that it was so comfortable to eat and drink for free, and to eat and drink luxurious meals for free. Zhao Yihan touched her belly and felt like she was just eating and waiting to die every day. But after each meal, she couldn't help but wonder with some annoyance, who on earth had sent her the food?

This question, like the unsolvable Hodge conjecture, has been lingering in Zhao Yihan's limited mind. After three days in a row, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhao Yihan went downstairs with his left foot, which had gradually become less swollen and less painful, and came to the iron gate outside the northwest building.

The little girl decided to sit back and wait.

The training had not yet ended and there were not many people on campus. At about 11:20, Zhao Yihan saw a black Santana driving over.

Santana stopped outside the iron gate and a girl got out.

The girl was pretty, with long hair draped over her shoulders, high heels, and a slim black dress that covered her hips. She looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, but her mature temperament was far beyond the reach of other girls in her school.

The girl was holding a paper bag.

Zhao Yihan recognized the paper bag at a glance, and it was exactly the same as the paper bag she used to eat lunch in. The girl obviously didn't know Zhao Yihan, and seeing Zhao Yihan's big, blinking eyes staring at her curiously, she smiled politely, then walked past the confused Zhao Yihan and went directly to the dormitory building's gatehouse.

Zhao Yihan saw the girl hand the paper bag to the dormitory aunt through the window. The dormitory aunt said something and pointed in her direction. The girl turned her head to look at her, smiled, and walked over with the paper bag.

Zhao Yihan was a little nervous: "Sister."

The smile on the girl's pretty face was particularly friendly: "Don't be nervous, are you Yihan?"

Zhao Yihan pecked the little head: "Yeah."

The girl said, "You are so beautiful. My last name is Yang, you can call me Sister Yang. This is your lunch. I heard that your foot is injured. Do you want me to help you get up?"

Zhao Yihan quickly said, "Thank you, Sister Yang. My foot is almost healed and I can walk on my own. But I have a question. I don't know you. Why did you bring me food?"

The girl smiled and said, "It's not that I want to bring you food, someone arranged for me to bring you food. But don't think too much, there is no malice, maybe he thinks you are a good classmate and friend, your foot is injured, it is inconvenient to go downstairs to eat, and you need nutrition to recover from the injury. It's a simple friendship."

After saying that, the girl put the paper bag on the bench next to her, turned around, walked out of the iron gate, and got into the Santana.

Zhao Yihan couldn't help asking, "Sister Yang, is it Zhang Yunqi?"

The girl turned her head to glance at her, smiled and waved goodbye, but did not answer. The car window slid up, the driver started the engine, and the black Santana drove away from the northwest building.

Zhao Yihan was dazed until Santana disappeared from her big eyes. Then she carried the bag and went back to her dormitory with a worried look on her face.

Zhao Yihan sat on the bed, holding her chin and looking at the bag. Many questions popped up in her mind. Sister Yang didn't answer, which meant she accepted that it was Zhang Yunqi. But why could Zhang Yunqi command Sister Yang who looked rich in a Santana? Of course, the core question she was most concerned about was why Zhang Yunqi was so nice to her?
why?

why?

why?

Could it be that Zhang Yunqi has fallen in love with me?
Zhao Yihan quickly reached out to cover her chest as her heart was beating faster, but her mind couldn't help but pop up the scene of Zhang Yunqi riding a bicycle and carrying her through the quiet campus that night.

Under the starlight, there was a quiet smile on the boy's face.

She shook her head vigorously, confused! Was she going to fall in love? It happened so fast, she was totally unprepared. Would her roommates laugh at her? Would her parents be angry if they knew? Before reporting to school, she had promised her mother that she would study hard...

Confused thoughts came to his mind, and Zhao Yihan, who had no experience in love, had red eyes.

This innocent and bright little girl doesn't know yet that the feeling of falling in love with someone is just like this: sprinkle a handful of sugar on the tip of your heart, add a little vinegar, squeeze in a few drops of mustard and bitter melon juice, and stir repeatedly until you have tasted all kinds of flavors!

Tasted it all.

Love is gone.

The ignorant little girl was hugging her legs at the moment, feeling panic in her heart, but she suddenly remembered that she had memorized Zhang Yunqi's phone number that night.

She was a girl who couldn't hide her thoughts, and she really wanted to talk to Zhang Yunqi, so she went downstairs again and called Zhang Yunqi at the gatehouse.

The phone kept beeping for a long time until Zhao Yihan's palms were sweating as she held the receiver. She finally answered it and said quickly, "Is that Zhang Yunqi?"

"Yes you are?"

"Zhao Yihan."

"what's up?"

"You brought me food. I know. It's a surprise. It's delicious too."

"As long as it's delicious."

"I have a question now, and I don't know whether I should tell you." Zhao Yihan's voice was soft and cute, and her eyes slowly turned red again: "If I don't tell you, I will feel very uncomfortable."

"You'd better say it."

"Do you like me?" Zhao Yihan's voice trembled a little: "But... I'm not ready to like you yet."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, a voice was heard: "Oh".

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