Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The rain in Longting came unexpectedly. It was as if the weather forecast had only just mentioned a possibility of rain in the morning before large-scale precipitation began in the afternoon.

This downpour lasted for three or four consecutive days. The instructors struggled at first, gathering them to attend some indoor classes, but indoor lessons are limited after all; most training should be outdoors, including physical labor like pulling weeds, which naturally couldn’t be done now that it was raining.

It wasn’t that there was no “Wind and Rain Playground” (indoor gym), but the capacity of such a playground was limited and could not accommodate so many people.

Gradually, the instructors gave up on “treatment” (trying to fix the situation) and let them play in the dorms or write reports. The fan in Xia Hanyin’s dormitory still hadn’t been fixed, so they had grown accustomed to going to the Qiao sisters’ Room 202 to “rub” (mooch) the fan. It wasn’t a big deal, so the residents of 202 turned a blind eye, pretending they didn’t know their dormitory had turned into a twelve-person room.

It should have been sixteen people, as both were eight-person rooms, but space was limited and could only fit four extras, so the remaining four went to Room 203.

Thanks to this heavy rain, the students collectively “let themselves fly” (cut loose). What else could they do? It was incredibly boring in the dorm anyway, basically just playing and sleeping, then going down to the cafeteria to eat when the time came. What was supposed to be an experience of hardship had turned into a vacation. The occasional clearing of the weather usually wouldn’t last more than five minutes; the instructors had basically given up and “fallen” (degenerated) along with them.

Such heavy rain made it impossible for anyone to harbor any other special thoughts.

“Wow, so boring.” Xia Hanyin took her newly finished drawing and held it up to the fan to blow on it though she had used a pencil and there was absolutely no need to blow on it.

“I feel a bit cold,” Qiao Wan said after a moment of consideration.

The continuous heavy rain had caused the temperature to drop successfully. When not wearing the military jacket in the dorm, one’s arms even felt a bit chilly. “If we were training right now, it would be very comfortable,” Xia Hanyin said, smacking her lips.

An Xiaolei sneered: “I wonder who was saying just a few days ago that military training was exhausting and how happy they’d be if they didn’t have to do it? Now here you are, nagging about wanting to train.”

Xia Hanyin blushed slightly: “Isn’t it a very normal psychological state to want school to end when you’re in class, but then feel bored after playing for a few days of vacation and wish for school to start? Besides, the instructors are really fun.” They had a basketful of “saucy talk” (witty banter) that made one miss them.

Xiaolei smiled and didn’t speak further, but Ao Manshan finished her sentence for her: “She’s saying, aren’t you just missing Yuan Tianci?”

“Who said that!” Xia Hanyin argued with a red face. “It’s not like that at all, don’t talk nonsense. I’m telling you, I’m really angry now.”

The two Qiao sisters watched them from the side like a play, listening to them jab back and forth. Since there were no charging outlets or entertainment tools in the dorm, watching this drama was quite nice. “…Eh.” Xia Hanyin suddenly looked up at Qiao Wan, who was nestled in the upper bunk. “Does the Great School Beauty Qiao really have no feelings for Yuan Tianci at all?”

Qiao Wan shook her head with an innocent face. “I really don’t have any thoughts about him. Please don’t be influenced by school rumors. In fact, even if we look very well-matched, as long as we have no feelings for each other, family background won’t become a reason for us to date.” After a pause, she added, “After all, it’s a new era now, isn’t it? It’s no longer the age of ‘parents’ orders and matchmakers’ words.'”

She didn’t tell Xia Hanyin that the Qiao and Yuan parents knew each other and very much intended to set her and Yuan Tianci up. “Read fewer unrealistic novels.”

Xia Hanyin argued with a red face: “I’m not having Cinderella dreams because of novels.”

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: “That’s not what I meant. What I wanted to say was, the princess who is supposed to be paired with the prince isn’t necessarily your rival what if the princess can’t wait for you to take the prince away?”

Wouldn’t that make her an “assist”?

“The so-called ‘matching doors and windows’ (equal status), while family background and assets are important since people from different backgrounds have different horizons it’s not the most important thing. More important than that should be the hearts of the two people. If the distance between two hearts is very far, then no matter how well-matched the family backgrounds are, it’s useless. There are people who get rich overnight, people who start from nothing, and even people who fall from being princes and noble grandsons to beggars and thugs on the street overnight… Life has its great ups and downs; anything can happen. What matters is whether the two people are always together. Whether you are wealthy or poor, he always loves you.

I don’t have much ambition; I like the kind of love that ‘flows long like thin water’ (steady and enduring) Yuan Tianci isn’t suitable for me,” Qiao Wan said with a slight smile. “So I won’t accept him. At least for now, even if he confessed to me, I would reject him cleanly and crisply.”

She spoke so decisively that Xia Hanyin was stunned. In her impression, Yuan Tianci was the School Grass, a god-like figure. If this god were willing to deign to say one word to her, she’d be happy to death. If he confessed in person, Xia Hanyin felt she could die the next second with no regrets but what did the little princess of the Qiao family say?

She didn’t care at all.

Perhaps this was the power of money.

These two were “matched doors.”

These two were a natural pair.

Whatever Yuan Tianci had, Qiao Wan had as well, so she didn’t feel the other party was anything special. Perhaps it was indeed because she was too insecure, so she felt that anyone she took a liking to, others would also like. She didn’t realize that people are different, and their pursuits are naturally different too.

Instead of worrying about others competing, it was better to strengthen one’s own “cultivation.” If Qiao Wan really joined the “Yuan Tianci Struggle” camp, what could she bring out to compete with Qiao Wan? Family background, looks, academics, or conduct? Xia Hanyin pursed her lips and silently set the Qiao sisters as the targets she would chase after.

Qiao Wan’s looks, Qiao Mei’s grades and personality.

That kind of gentle personality of an ancient “Great Family Daughter” (lady).

One could say it was very suitable for marrying into a wealthy family.

While she was quietly looking up to observe Qiao Mei, Qiao Mei fished a seemingly very new long-sleeved shirt out of her clothing trunk and threw it to Qiao Wan on the upper bunk: “Put it on, it’s clean.”

Qiao Wan caught it instantly and asked in surprise: “Wow, how did you know it would get cold?”

“In our area, as long as it rains once, it successfully turns cool,” Qiao Mei said, pursing her lips. “So I brought a long-sleeved shirt.”

The rest of the people: “…”

We who didn’t bring long sleeves… are we perhaps fake Longting people?

But they were also quite surprised. Why did Qiao Wan, who seemed so guarded, not refuse Qiao Mei’s kindness at all? One must know Qiao Wan was a Young Miss; she was used to good food and drink, and the clothes on her body easily cost thousands or tens of thousands. Now, the jacket Qiao Mei threw at her was worth less than two hundred wouldn’t she feel it was “prickly”?

When the weather finally began to clear, the military training was almost over. Because everyone had been nervously preparing programs while it rained, the arts performance was quite successful. Especially the runway show of Class 11, which left a deep impression on many. It was obvious many had practiced. The pair of Yuan Tianci and Xia Hanyin was also quite comedic, but none could compare to the final pair.

The noisy music came to an abrupt halt when this pair came out. Just as the students below were wondering if the military base’s speakers had broken, they heard the sound of rain dripping on the iron shed outside and the long whistle of a train passing in the distance.

And the black and white swans on the stage danced within these hurried sounds, like travelers who had met briefly during their respective journeys, chasing each other’s footsteps through the long time that followed, groping hesitantly yet firmly, walking the paths she had once walked, carefully searching for her traces from the clues she left behind.

That hurried meeting was just an interlude in their journey, yet it was the start of a new journey for them.

The black swan was taller. Although it was clear she didn’t dance as well as the white swan, her figure was enough for the boys to “lick” (admire) height, long legs, and a slender waist that looked very soft. Although her face was covered by a white mask, making her look a bit frightening, like a graceful young master dancing with a mask at a ball it didn’t stop the “saucy youths” present from admiring her figure: “Damn? Who is this black swan? Is there another person in Class 11 besides Qiao Wan who looks this good?”

“I think… it might be the other Qiao sister.”

“Impossible!”

“With the face covered, you can actually look at her figure properly. Qiao Mei actually has a very good figure, like a model’s. It’s a pity about the height not being enough and then the face being ugly,” a boy said. “Honestly, the two Qiao sisters… They look very ‘Yuri-ish,’ the kind that perfectly complements each other. A total match.” As he spoke, he even snapped his fingers.

“Brother, put away your bold thoughts,” the companion beside him looked at him speechlessly. “The revolution has not yet succeeded, and you actually want the School Beauty and the School Bully to be together?”

“…”

And the white swan on stage had now finished the process of the duet. Holding the black swan’s extended leading hand, she softly plunged into the black swan’s embrace.

Like a pair of travelers who, after a long search, finally met.

“We succeeded.” Qiao Wan’s face was flushed. “Listen to the applause for us; it’s more enthusiastic than everyone else’s.”

“Mm.” Qiao Mei carried a slight smile, steadily supporting Qiao Wan’s soft waist. Reflected in her light-colored pupils was Qiao Wan.

And only Qiao Wan.

“You were great,” she said.

“Of course!” Qiao Wan tossed her head proudly. The white feather ornaments on her long hair snuggled against her face, making her truly look like an elf transformed from a swan. Qiao Mei couldn’t resist; she took off the mask from her own face and gently covered Qiao Wan’s face with it.

It was hard to tell if she was unwilling to let others see such a beautiful Qiao Wan.

Except, clearly, the lights had already been turned out now.