It was just a coincidence that Jiang Xuan gave Lin Zimao the sedative spray.
Lin Zimao contacted He Ling, and the sedative spray was the medicine prepared by the school.
In previous years, many freshmen suffered severe sunburn due to insufficient preparation. Moreover, most of the freshmen came from other planets and showed signs of acclimatization. He Ling was also afraid that something might happen to the class she was in charge of.
She was very responsible. When she heard Lin Zimao said he was sunburned, she immediately prepared to give him medicine. But before delivering the medicine, she had a severe stomachache and she had to rest for a night because of her period. So she gave the medicine to Jiang Xuan and also mentioned buying sunscreen for Lin Zimao.
When a classmate was unwell, Jiang Xuan had no reason to refuse.
However, he really didn't expect that Lin Zimao didn't even prepare sunscreen, but when he thought about how he didn't even remember to bring cold medicine, it seemed natural that he didn't bring sunscreen. It was rare for someone to be so careless about him.
So there was the incident of Jiang Xuan giving Lin Zimao the spray.
In addition to the explanations in documentaries and the rumbling sounds in war footage, there were also the sounds of freshmen talking in low voices below.
Lin Zimao deliberately sat at the outermost edge. He took off the outer packaging of the spray and was about to ask Wang Yi to spray him. But when he found that Jiang Xuan had not left yet, he gave up the idea and handed the spray to him.
He pointed to his neck and whispered, "Senior, I can't see. Can you be a good person?"
Looking closely at Lin Zimao, Jiang Xuan found that his eyes were very bright. He took the spray and said, "Turn around and lower your head."
Lin Zimao turned around obediently and lowered his head to reveal his sunburned neck. Jiang Xuan gently pressed the spray and sprayed it on his slender neck.
The white spray slowly dripped onto Lin Zimao's neck. He only felt his neck was very cool, no longer itchy or painful, and it felt very comfortable.
After Jiang Xuan finished spraying, he asked him: "Where else?"
Lin Zimao shook his head: "No more, thank you."
Jiang Xuan handed him the spray and left quietly.
Perhaps because the entire playground was dimly lit, no one noticed that Jiang Xuan had been there.
Lin Zimao turned his head to look at his leaving figure, then turned back and continued watching the documentary.
The documentary is passionate but also tragic. It starts with the war, the middle is the explanation, and ends with statistics on casualties and weapon consumption.
The unification of the alliance was not easy. This was the world conquered by our ancestors, and the century of peace was hard-won.
This documentary cannot be found online and contains many unreleased clips.
After returning to the dormitory, Lin Zimao's roommates were still immersed in the tragic atmosphere of the documentary, but soon, the message sent in the class group completely shattered their sentimental emotions.
Jiang Xuan: Students who were involved in the fight today, please remember to write a self-criticism and hand it in to me during training at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Lin Zimao, who started to feel sleepy when he lay on the bed: "…"
I forgot about writing the self-criticism.
They only brought communicators to the military training but no laptops, so they could only write their self-criticisms by hand.
Everyone in their dormitory participated in the fight, so what else can you do but write it
Lin Zimao took out his usual pen and notebook from his bag. He leaned against the wall, placed the notebook on his knees, and wrote slowly.
He felt sleepy after writing for half an hour and only managed to produce two or three hundred words.
It was really difficult to write a self-criticism, so he put his notebook aside and prepared to go to bed.
As soon as I lay down, another notification popped up on the social software on the communicator.
[Jiang Xuan applied to add you as a friend through the Mecha Maintenance Team 2.]
Lin Zimao was so sleepy that tears welled up in his eyes. After clicking to approve his application, he fell asleep with his head tilted while holding the communicator.
Someone's alarm went off and Lin Zimao was woken up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, it was already daylight.
It's almost time for morning jog, and everyone is going to wash up like zombies. Too many things happened yesterday, and the whole body aches, and they can't even lift their legs.
Lin Zimao didn't feel any soreness or pain in his body, and his cold had gotten better a little. However, the back of his sunburned neck began to itch and hurt.
When I touched it, the skin peeled off.
Before going out, he asked Wang Yi to spray a calming spray on his neck. It should help for a while. He would take the spray with him after dinner.
Jiang Xuan was not there in the morning. Only Teacher Yu, who had dark circles under his eyes and looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep, and Senior Sister He Ling was not there either.
During the morning training, everyone in Guo Xingwei's dormitory was late and was punished by the instructor to run an extra lap.
Lin Zimao looked very comfortable.
The plaster I applied yesterday was very effective. A scab formed on the injured corner of Lin Zimao’s mouth and it didn’t swell up anymore, so he can have a good breakfast now.
After breakfast, he went back to the dormitory to get a water cup and spray, and also applied Wang Yi's sunscreen.
Wang Yi was biting the tip of his pen and asked others in distress: "Have you finished writing your self-criticisms?"
The four students with the highest number nodded in unison.
Number One Su Ran said, "I finished writing it last night."
Wang Yi asked him for a self-criticism and then copied it. He didn't like writing essays.
After finally compiling a thousand words, Wang Yi asked Lin Zimao, who was sitting on a chair with a calm face, "Have you finished writing? I saw that you went to bed very early last night."
Lin Zimao shrugged and said, "I haven't finished it yet."
Wang Yi asked him, "Then why don't you write?"
Lin Zimao said as a matter of course: "Isn't he asleep?"
Wang Yi urged him: "There are still 20 minutes before the training starts. You have to hand it over to Senior Jiang later. Why don't you finish it quickly?"
Lin Zimao nodded: "You are right, I should write a few more lines."
I saw him take out his notebook again, write and draw on it, then tear off a page of paper, fold it in half, and put it in his training suit.
Wang Yi wanted to see what he wrote, but he didn't see a single word.
The sun was high in the sky again, indicating that the training for the next morning had officially begun.
The school student union is very busy today and has been busy on the playground since early morning.
Half an hour before the military training started, the instructors were already in place and helped the student union students set up the parasols.
When the freshmen arrived at the playground, they found that there was a parasol in front of each class. Under each parasol there was a table, several chairs, and a water dispenser.
The freshmen now have a place to put their water cups, they don’t have to leave them on the ground, and they don’t have to run far to get water.
Jiang Xuan came on time at nine o'clock to collect the self-criticisms. When Lin Zimao handed him the folded paper, he spread it out and took a glance. He was the one who wrote the least.
Director Liang obviously did not forget this incident. During every break, he would call out everyone's name one by one and ask them to read their self-criticisms in front of the radio.
Guo Xingwei was the first one.
Wang Yi complained to Lin Zimao while drinking water: "The director's move is too cruel. No one dared to laugh during training. He chose the break time to let everyone laugh at us. I don't want to go up and read the script. It's so embarrassing."
Boys aged eighteen or nineteen are at the age when they need to save face. Director Liang is trying to intimidate them. He will not give face to anyone who does not give him face. They are still fighting even though they are in college!
Lin Zimao patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Don't worry, you'll be famous after you finish your studies. Are you still worried about not being able to find a girlfriend in the future?"
Wang Yi thought for a moment and said, "What you said seems to make sense." Suddenly he became interested in reading his self-criticism.
Wang Yi was the second to last to go up. Everyone's self-criticisms were similar, and their attitudes of admitting mistakes were good. The laughter gradually became less and less.
Lin Zimao was the last one in line. He stood in front of the black microphone and cleared his throat.
"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Zimao. It's a beautiful day in autumn. I'm glad you're all sitting here and listening to me read my self-criticism. I know fighting is wrong. Now I'm deeply aware of the seriousness of fighting. I will never make the same mistake again. I will definitely change it next time and switch to an activity that is beneficial to my physical and mental health, such as..."
Someone jokingly asked, "Like what, dating?"
Lin Zimao smiled softly: "Good idea."
The person below asked again: "Do you mind if I become your boyfriend?"
Lin Zimao said bluntly: "You are not among my options."
The person asking the question blushed, how embarrassing!
The freshmen who were listening to the review out of boredom suddenly burst into laughter!
Director Liang felt something was not right the more he listened. Wasn't this a self-criticism? This wasn't a news conference for making friends!
"Someone, please take him off the stage. What is the point of reading a self-criticism?"
But the freshmen were all laughing so hard, as if all the fatigue brought by the military training had been swept away. Teacher Yu personally went to take Lin Zimao away.
Lin Zimao's self-criticism consisted of less than a hundred words, and it just so happened that he had written very little.
The freshmen all knew that Lin Zimao's speech on the stage was a joke, and no one took it seriously.
When Lin Zimao came back, he received a lot of applause from his classmates, who all thought he was quite funny.
The serious military training brought a moment of relaxation, breaking the dullness of their class over the past two days, and the fight was temporarily put aside.
When Lin Zimao passed by Jiang Xuan, he glanced at him, but Jiang Xuan said nothing.
It is worth mentioning that Jiang Xuan’s clothes today were not stained with cat hair.
He Ling smiled and said to Jiang Xuan: "This junior is quite cute."
Jiang Xuan unscrewed his kettle and drank water. How could he be cute? He was just a troublemaker.
Then, he took out a tube of sunscreen from his bag and handed it to He Ling: "Give it to him."
He Ling said, "Thank you. I was going to buy it, but I didn't expect to bother you again. I'll ask my junior to transfer the money to you."
Jiang Xuan said, "No need, don't say I bought it."
He Ling thought that Jiang Xuan might not want to be misunderstood by his junior and was afraid of getting into trouble with his romantic partners, so she agreed.
Then Jiang Xuan fell silent and looked down at his social media messages.
It was sent by Cheng Chen. It was probably during his break, so he still had time to send him a message.
Cheng Chen:
[Brother Jiang Xuan, are you free tonight? I want to talk to you about something.]
Jiang Xuan:
[What's up?]
Cheng Chen:
[It’s not convenient to say on social media, but I’ll be waiting for you under the crooked ginkgo tree in the small building at 8:30 pm. It’s very important.]
Jiang Xuan:
[All right.]
After the morning training, Lin Zimao received the sunscreen bought by He Ling. He wanted to transfer the money to her immediately, but He Ling said that it was not necessary and it was not worth much money, so she just regarded it as a gift to her junior.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lin Zimao had to say that he would treat her to a meal next time, and He Ling agreed.
The military training in the morning almost drained Lin Zimao’s life. He fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed without even taking a shower.
Training continued in the afternoon and the freshmen were exhausted.
However, Wang Yi was in high spirits. During the break, he quietly asked Lin Zimao, "Can you go somewhere with me tonight?"
Lin Zimao was not very interested: "Where, what are you going to do?"
Wang Yi said shyly, "I just read a self-criticism today and someone added me on social media and wanted to date me."
Lin Zimao didn't understand: "They asked you out, and you went? Be reserved, boy."
Wang Yi said excitedly: "This is not important. What's important is to know who asked me out. Why should I be so reserved at this time?"
Lin Zimao glanced at him: "I don't want to delay my bedtime." He didn't want to go.
Wang Yi said: "Come with me, it's the first time in my life, it's a big deal!"
Lin Zimao was shocked by the strong man's coquettishness: "No, I'm tired."
Wang Yi shook his arm and said, "Go ahead."
Lin Zimao was shocked again and shook off his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you. Where is it?"
Wang Yi was afraid that others would know, so he whispered, "There is a crooked ginkgo tree behind the smallest building. It's 8:30 in the evening, just when the evening activities are over."
Lin Zimao wasn't very interested and just said "oh" perfunctorily.
Because Wang Yi was too excited, he performed well during the afternoon military training and was even pulled out by the instructor to demonstrate.
Lin Zimao raised his legs lazily with very non-standard movements, so he was pulled out by the instructor as a negative example.
Someone laughed at Lin Zimao, and was then pulled out by the instructor to serve as Lin Zimao's sparring partner.
Lin Zimao retorted to the other party.
That’s right, the person who laughed at Lin Zimao was Guo Xingwei.
The two of them taunted each other as they practiced.
Jiang Xuan went out for a small meeting, and when he came back he saw Lin Zimao and Guo Xingwei practicing marching.
We finally made it through the afternoon training, and then the one-hour class singing time in the evening.
Lin Zimao was about to sneak back to the dormitory, but was grabbed by Wang Yi: "Brother Zimao, under the ginkgo tree, under the ginkgo tree!"
Lin Zimao who was being dragged away: What does your love affair have to do with me