Xueba, don't look at me, look at the question!

Mu Nanyu closed the page expressionlessly, and uninstalled the Baidu app by the way.

What a joke, if brother Yu wants to take revenge on others, he still needs to rely on beauty tricks?

Nanyang University's military training is notoriously harsh, and every year there are freshmen who suffer from heat stroke and faint and are sent to the school hospital.

Looking at Bai Jingtan's slender arms and legs, and his delicate and fair face, it is estimated that he will peel off his skin without fainting in the military training tomorrow, and there is no need for him to take revenge.

Early the next morning, Mu Nanyu left the dormitory at seven o'clock on time to go to the swimming pool to participate in the morning training of the provincial team.

It was already ten o'clock when the training ended, and he only had time to wash off, before rushing to the playground with his wet black hair to lead the military training uniform.

The sky in September is fickle. Near noon, the golden-red sun evaporated the cold water brought by the heavy rain last night.

The air was scorching hot, and Mu Nanyu had only taken two steps before fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

When he arrived at the playground, a dozen or so instructors had already arranged the queues for each class.

Pieces of square formations were neatly stacked on the playground, and only Mu Nanyu, who was a latecomer, was still wandering on the runway looking for the queue he should go to.

A boy in a crisp white T-shirt and black trousers, with a slender figure, his fair skin was slightly rosy from the sun, but his lips were red and his teeth were whiter.

The soft almond eyes are full of a lazy ruffian, the ink hair is still wet, and the whole person is eye-catching.

Every time he passed a phalanx, there would be a low whisper from that phalanx.

"That boy is so handsome!"

"I remembered him when I saw the good news posted at the school gate yesterday when school started. It seemed that he belonged to the provincial swimming team. He was very good..."

"Handsome sports guy, it's a pity that the military training doesn't allow you to use your mobile phone, and you can't take pictures..."

"That classmate, do you know that you are late? Are you participating in military training, or are you shopping on the street?!"

The chief instructor standing in the front row of the phalanx glared at the signs of chaos in the newly organized team.

As soon as the thick voice came out through the loudspeaker, the entire playground fell silent, and even the students who hadn't seen Mu Nanyu subconsciously cast their eyes on him.

Mu Nanyu stopped in her tracks.

The chief instructor with a loudspeaker had a square face with Chinese characters, dark skin, and walked towards Mu Nanyu with a stern face.

"It's ten past five, don't you know where your queue is?"

The instructor was worried that he would not be able to give this group of proud sons from prestigious universities a good start, so he caught Mu Nanyu and started to find fault.

"And your hair is still dripping. Why, you can't wash your hair in the morning and then dry it. It's interesting to be handsome?!"

The military training phalanx is divided according to majors, and the phalanx of Mu Nanyu's sports science major is far away in the innermost side of the playground. It's really not that he wants to walk in front of each phalanx like a catwalk.

But late is late, and a few minutes late is late.

Mu Nanyu was too lazy to explain his swimming training in front of so many people.

Simply and neatly: "Report to the instructor, I accept the punishment."

It's nothing more than dozens of push-ups and a few laps, a piece of cake——

"Report to the instructor, he belongs to the provincial swimming team, and he has a prescribed training task in the morning, and the training will end at ten o'clock."

The deep and indifferent voice with a slight nasal sound was clear and organized, blocking the unspoken words of Mu Nanyu and the instructor in his throat.

Mu Nanyu subconsciously glanced at the queue beside him, and sure enough, through the overlapping faces, he saw Bai Jingtan standing in the last row.

At least 1.8 meters tall, with superior shoulder width and long legs, and a handsome face with three-dimensional facial features, he stands out from the crowd of thin "students" majoring in law.

The instructor's gloomy, dripping face softened for a moment, and he asked suspiciously, "Who said just now that he is from the provincial swimming team?"

Bai Jingtan answered "report" lightly, stepped out of the queue, and walked slowly to Mu Nanyu.

The handsome and indifferent face and the thin-rimmed black-rimmed glasses did not add a trace of bookishness to him, but instead he had the awe-inspiring and upright manner of a lawyer who "killed all sides" in court.

The freshmen who were staring closely at the situation here whispered again, even several times louder than the previous one.

Two handsome guys stand together, who doesn't like to watch? !

The instructor's eyelids twitched, and he raised the loudspeaker and said, "Quiet!"

Then he turned around and asked Mu Nanyu again: "Are you really late for swimming training?"

Mu Nanyu glanced at Bai Jingtan, and said "Yes".

"Even if there is a reason for the incident, isn't it written in the handbook sent to you before the military training that you need to write a note for personal leave and hand it in after the school stamps it?"

Manual, what manual?

Mu Nanyu's dark almond eyes flashed a trace of blankness, and he recalled for a while, a little unsure whether he used that manual to wipe the table or to fold paper airplanes.

Just as he was about to tell the truth, the hem of the clothes on the back was suddenly pulled lightly.

Bai Jingtan took advantage of Mu Nanyu's busy turning his back to beat him, not in the mood to talk nonsense, and opened his mouth to answer for others.

"Report to the instructor, it's done. Mu Nanyu asked me to apply for a leave note for him, but I forgot."

In a word, choose Mu Nanyu completely.

"Since this is the case, you will receive the penalty for being late for him, thirty push-ups plus a one-kilometer run, do you have any objections?"

"No."

"Have!"

With great difficulty, Mu Nanyu knocked off Bai Jingtan's hand that was pulling at the hem of his clothes calmly, and just about to complain about why this person is so childish, he heard Bai Jingtan's nonsense.

When did he ask Bai Jingtan to help him apply for a leave note?

He glanced at the cold-skinned person beside him with distaste, and gave a soft "tsk" in his heart.

I'm afraid I have a cold, my head is sick and I'm stupid.

It doesn't matter if he is sick and stupid, if Bai Jingtan is really allowed to receive the punishment for him, he will probably faint on the playground.

And let a little boy take the punishment, where will brother Yu's face be put?

He really wanted to see Bai Jingtan make a fool of himself in the military training, but it wasn't like this.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of the little girls in the queue, the way Bai Jingtan accepted the punishment lightly and calmly made A explode.

"What's your problem?"

"I didn't let—"

Bai Jingtan raised his eyebrows, his amber phoenix eyes narrowed, and a faint smile of unknown meaning flashed across.

The next moment, he lowered his head slightly, and his thin lips were right next to Mu Nanyu's ear.

The sound of air that was so light that only the two of them could hear it hit Mu Nanyu's ear, making the roots of his ears feel hot.

"Your leg hurts."

Mu Nanyu was stunned for a moment, and just realized that the "leg injury" referred to the bruise on his calf, when he saw Bai Jingtan put his hands on the ground and simply did push-ups.

The action is pretty standard.

The instructor stared at him coldly: "What did you just say?"

Mu Nanyu moved his bruised calf slightly, and exhaled: "Report to the instructor, it's nothing."

All right, count him as a favor owed to Bai Jingtan.

At worst, Bai Jingtan fainted after a while, and he carried him to the school hospital.