Ten-Year Loyal Dog’s Road to Chasing Her Wife (GL) - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

The reporting performance took place in the morning. By the time the leaders finished their closing remarks, the instructors had long since vanished to who-knows-where. The instructors’ own superior was the last to leave, instructing them to pack their military uniforms and return them to the designated location. After that, they could go back to pack their belongings and leave in batches after lunch.

This was excellent news; when they had first arrived, the students couldn’t wait to hear these words, but now they weren’t quite so happy.

They were a bit reluctant to part with those “drama queen” instructors.

But leaving was inevitable.

“Wan’er, are you going to return the clothes?” For some reason, Qiao Mei returned to the dormitory later than everyone else. By the time she got back, the others had already showered and changed into their own clothes. The military uniforms were taken off, with the clean ones put in one bag and the dirty ones in another. Everything had to be returned that day, and there was no time to wash them, but the base said that after they were returned, the base would use washing machines to clean them.

The students only needed to mark which bag was clean and which was dirty when returning them.

Qiao Mei’s belongings were recognized by the whole dormitory as the fewest, basically just one bag and one bucket. Qiao Wan’s, however, were many, though no one knew if her bag was Doraemon’s pocket or something else; her things were always very tidy and basically never messy, so naturally, packing was very convenient.

Thus, the others watched helplessly as the two Qiao sisters went out carrying two bags of clothes, leaving them behind to tidy up the room.

The small house for returning uniforms, according to the instructor, was at the top of the back mountain, quite close to the shooting range. If they really couldn’t find it, they just had to walk a circle around the back mountain, passing the small house where they once had their tools course, and the place to return uniforms was not far away.

Finding it wasn’t difficult at all.

The back mountain was considered the best-landscaped area of the military training base, with lush green trees covering the slopes, reminding one of Longting No. 1 High School a high school with a great sense of history, also full of trees. In the summer, one could even walk across the campus without an umbrella and not get tanned at all, unless you specifically went to the football field.

The football field was outdoors.

That was the only place where one could feel the sensation of being “slapped in the face” by Grandpa Sun.

“We’ll be able to go back soon.” Qiao Mei touched the trees beside her and pointed to the small house with a blue roof at the foot of the mountain, saying to Qiao Wan: “Look, the shooting range.”

Qiao Wan squinted her eyes and looked in the direction she pointed. The shooting range was a hollow structure with a large open space in the middle; one side had a blue roof, and on the other side, the targets were visible. Seeing it always brought back memories of that time she hit a seven, and how the later “taking students to learn knowledge they can’t learn at school” evolved into “two childish instructors abandoning the students to compete in shooting because they looked down on each other.”

Impressive, very flashy.

“In the end, our instructor lost,” Qiao Wan said blankly.

Qiao Mei reached out to pat her head and said: “That’s because, didn’t you hear the instructor say? Instructor Lotus is a sniper. We don’t compete with him in that; as long as we were better than their Class 12, it’s fine.”

“Mm,” Qiao Wan responded softly, her voice carrying no clear emotion. She slowly retracted her gaze and continued walking forward: “Let’s go return the clothes; military training is over. The instructors have all left.”

The person in charge of registration was a young man. After the Qiao sisters returned their clothes, he suddenly sat back with his legs crossed, smiling and saying: “Have a safe trip. Don’t leave anything behind.”

This soft-voiced reminder inevitably reminded one of Instructor Lotus from the morning.

Qiao Wan gave an “mm,” turned around, tugged at Qiao Mei’s clothes, and walked away quickly.

Qiao Mei didn’t refuse at all. Only after the two had moved far away from the small house did Qiao Wan begin to slow her pace.

“Sad?” Qiao Mei tilted her head.

“No.” Qiao Wan sniffled. After a while, seeing that Qiao Mei had no intention of letting her off, she could only let it out: “Just a little bit.”

Perhaps it was because that young junior instructor’s words sounded too much like Instructor Lotus.

Anyway, as soon as she thought of Instructor Lotus, she thought of her own childish instructor who was always bickering with Lotus.

It inevitably added a touch of sadness. “To think we only have him as our instructor, yet he has so many students; I feel it’s a bit unfair.”

“Even though there are many students, every student is special to him.” Qiao Mei leaned close to her side as they walked toward the dormitory together. “So to each other, we are all special.”

“It’s not the same. What if the words he said to us were exactly what he said to the previous batch of students?”

Qiao Mei asked back: “Are the words you say to me the same ones you said to your previous deskmate?”

“Of course not! The things we encounter are different, why would I say exactly the same words! I’m not an NPC in a game with a pre-set program who can only say those few lines…” Qiao Wan got a bit angry, but in the blink of an eye, she saw that Qiao Mei still had that calm, unruffled face. “Then that’s it. We are unique to each other; the things we experienced together are different, we look different, our hobbies are different no one can replace anyone else.

Even if the instructor can’t remember us, so what? We still have the memories. Besides, we will meet other instructors. It’s best if we can be remembered, but if we really aren’t, then as long as we can still laugh when we look back at this experience, that’s enough. Many things don’t care about equality, such as the feelings between students and instructors, the interactions between deskmates, or the status within love”

Qiao Mei’s gaze was soft yet firm. “They don’t care about equality. I won’t treat you poorly just because you treat me poorly. Likewise, in love, it’s not that if someone is good to you, you must be good to them. This has to follow your own heart. If you don’t love that person, then it’s better for both parties if you let them out of that dream sooner.”

The distance wasn’t very far, and by now they had reached the bottom of the dormitory building. More and more people from the same class were around. Qiao Wan was being led by Qiao Mei, like an older sister leading her younger sister who was still in junior high. The people they met were all tittering and greeting them. Qiao Wan didn’t notice, but Qiao Mei did; while speaking softly to Qiao Wan, she also reservedly returned the greetings of her classmates: “You must remember, with feelings, there is never such a thing as an equal exchange. Someone might thrust feelings you’re unwilling to accept into your hands based entirely on their own will; at that time, you can also refuse according to your own will. There is no room for negotiation in this matter.”

Qiao Wan, like a studious primary school student, obediently held her hand and nodded, completely forgetting that what she had been thinking about was not the same issue Qiao Mei was talking about. Suddenly, she heard Qiao Mei say with a smile: “One, two, three, lift your foot.”

Qiao Wan: “????”

Qiao Wan: “…” Looking at the stairs in front of her, she fell into deep thought. Finally, she looked at Qiao Mei with a complex expression and said: “I have eyes, I’m not blind.”

“But you were clearly dazing out just now.” Qiao Mei was equally self-righteous, looking at her with a beaming smile and saying: “To avoid you falling to your death and having the internet say ‘School’s ugly girl falls School Beauty to death out of jealousy,’ I can only wrong myself and act as a guide dog for once.”

Qiao Wan stared at her blankly: “You’re a dog?” (Zodiac)

“1998, Tiger.”

“Then why isn’t it a guide tiger?” Qiao Wan still had a face of confusion.

“…” That actually seemed to make some sense.