She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu glanced at Xi Shuangcheng silently.

"I have a very strong sixth sense, and I have an instinctive resistance to her getting close to me."

"Does that count?"

"Okay." Xi Shuangcheng nodded. "Want some watermelon?"

"Forget it, I won't eat. Military training will be over soon anyway, and I can eat whatever I want when I return to school."

Manshu spat out the grape skins. He was too lazy to eat the watermelon because he didn't want to get water all over the place.

"That's fine." Xi Shuangcheng nodded. "Is your sixth sense really that accurate?"

He was a little curious.

"I don't think it's a girl's sixth sense, but some people are more sensitive. I just can't like her."

"I'll check her out again, and you can help me keep an eye out for her as well."

Manshu nodded to indicate yes.

"By the way, since something is wrong with her, you should also be careful not to fall into her trap."

"She approached you for no reason. Who knows what she was after?"

Manshu was stunned: "Okay."

If Tian Ya approached her with her as the target, she would not have been exposed now.

But if the target is not her, why should I approach her?

Isn't this a contradiction?

The military training is over and the disciplinary decisions for those students have been made.

The school still wanted to protect these troublesome students as much as possible and only gave them a serious punishment.

But before I returned, the school had already made the announcement.

Obviously, they were also expressing dissatisfaction with the fact that this military training for freshmen caused such a big mess.

When Manshu and his companions left, the instructor saw them off to the car, and everyone sang the last military song in the car to bid farewell to the instructor.

Some instructors waved to them with a smile on their faces, but started wiping away tears as the car drove away.

The students in the car were crying.

"Manshu, do you think Instructor Zhang will remember us in the future?"

Everyone's cell phones were distributed today, and many people added the instructor's chat tool account as soon as possible.

But what's the use?

The instructors are training all day long, when would they ever play with their cell phones?

Lin Nan was also wiping away tears. Manshu sat next to her, handing her a napkin with an expressionless face.

Lin Nan sniffed: "Why don't you cry? You will never see Instructor Zhang again. Aren't you sad?"

"You can't see him even if you cry. What's there to cry about? Didn't you call him the devil instructor before?"

Manshu laughed.

Although she felt that she had developed feelings for him after spending a month together, she was probably more looking forward to college life.

There are also unknown dangers that always accompany her.

There are so many different kinds of people on Manshu’s path to growth.

"Before, I said he was a devil, but he can be very nice sometimes." Lin Nan sobbed, "I sprained my ankle while running before, and he carried me to the infirmary. His back is pretty good..."

Lin Nan's face turned red as he spoke.

"Very manly, right?" Manshu completed it for her.

Lin Nan nodded shyly: "Although he is usually very strict with us, he occasionally secretly takes care of us."

I heard that some instructors don’t allow girls who are on their menstrual period to ask for leave, but their instructors still gave them two days off.

Although they have to help in the kitchen these two days, the work in the kitchen seems to be designed to cook for them.

"Look, I'm not the only one crying. Mina hated the instructor so much before, isn't she also wiping tears now?"

Manshu followed her finger and looked at Mina.

The two men stared at Mina, and Mina just wiped her tears and met their eyes.

She glared at the two men fiercely: "Why are you peeking at me?"

Lin Nan was caught and felt a little embarrassed, but Manshu was calm and composed.

"If you don't look at us, how do you know we are looking at you?"