After picking up a system

The next day, two weeks of military training began.

A complete day of military training starts at eight in the morning and ends at nine in the evening.

Ling Han’s own sunscreen was bought together with Ms. An in high school. She didn’t notice it at first, but after using it for a few days, she found that it was not sweat-proof and would sweat down her face, leaving a pool of white.

The sun was very strong, and Ling Han's neck, which had no sunscreen, felt burning, as did his ears.

Ling Han thought that once he earned a little more money, he could buy a new cell phone and some other things.

But during the military training, she really didn't have the energy to do anything else.

Even the orders that had already been scheduled had to be delivered later. She basically spent her days running to the cafeteria, lying in bed, and taking a shower.

It rained heavily over the weekend and everyone got wet to some extent. The afternoon training was cancelled and we were able to wear our own clothes for military training in the evening.

The military training was about to end, and the school asked them to take pictures!

Jiumin, he's turned as black as coal!

Ling Han's neck is two shades different from his face.

So I followed others and wore my short-sleeved shirts inside out, trying to cover as much as possible.

At noon, on an equally hot afternoon, the military training came to an end.

Ling Han removed Ms. An from the blacklist one week after the formal classes started.

Before the call was connected, she was afraid, entangled, and regretful... She didn't know how Ms. An would react. If she was verbally abusive, she might cry, but that didn't matter. Of course, it would be best if it wasn't.

Ms. An should have finished her meal at this time, but I don’t know if she is taking a nap.

While dialing, Ling Han nervously wanted to go to the toilet, but the toilet was occupied. She fiddled with the things on the table with trembling hands.

When the call was connected, Ms. An started with her usual opening line: "Hello."

Ling Han felt his throat was a little dry and itchy: "Mom."

The silence didn't last long. Ms. An asked, "Is school over? Have you eaten yet?"

Ling Han: “Yes, I ate it.”

Ms. An: "Do you need any money? I'll transfer one thousand to you."

Ling Han: "Yes, I called you to let you know I'm safe."

Ms. An: “How is your study?”

Ling Han: “Not bad.”

Ms. An: "Are you going home for the National Day holiday?"

Ling Han: “No.”

Ms. An: "Okay, I'm going to sweep the floor and then go to bed. You should also take a nap."

Ling Han: "Okay, bye."

The call was over in less than five minutes. It was as if the confrontation had never happened. But if it wasn't like this, what else could it be?

Ling Han's life became stable. She remembered not only her roommate's name, but also the names of all fifty people in the class except her. It was just that some of them still didn't match up with people. It didn't matter. It wasn't like she would have any intersection with everyone.

The National Day is coming, and only Ling Han and Shang Nan are left in the dormitory. Most of the windows in the cafeteria are closed, and the remaining ones are mostly noodle shops. There is also a not-so-delicious food selection area.

Ling Han's phone was getting slower and slower, and the battery was running out faster and faster, so Ling Han decisively ordered a new phone with a good price/performance ratio. After making her first phone call to Ms. An after arriving at the school, Ms. An transferred a thousand yuan to her.

Ling Han accepted it and had a little extra money. He submitted a few more manuscripts, and even though he spent 2,300 yuan to buy a mobile phone, he still had enough living expenses for October.

Ling Han was afraid that her old phone would be scrapped before the new one arrived, because now the battery is basically consumed a lot of the time after it is fully charged. So when she handed the article she wrote for her master, she asked her master to do her a favor and write her a leave note if she didn't log in to the platform for two or three consecutive days. In order to consider her own food, she charged 300 yuan to her school card.

Yes, the school card is recharged on the phone, and she has now mastered some functions on the phone. But there is still a big generation gap between information and information.

She had never used something and still didn't know about it, even though it was a well-known function to others.

Dormitory partnerships are a mess, which is probably a common trait among college students. After entering college, apart from the people in the dormitory, there is basically no one you are particularly familiar with.

Anyway, Ling Han has only been familiar with the people in his dormitory so far.