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Hu Jiao'er supported her chin with one hand, slowly tracing a small circle around Liuying's earlobe with her fingers, while the other hand patted her own chest. Imitating the accent from the Jiangnan region, she exaggeratedly spoke in a coy tone, her face displaying an exaggerated expression.
"Hey, you dare to provoke me!" Liuying quickly seized Hu Jiao'er's hands, skillfully twisting them behind her back and pinning her down on the desk.
"Oh no, Liuying, how are you so strong? I guess I've brought this upon myself, willingly walking into a trap and asking for trouble," Hu Jiao'er exclaimed.
At this point, instead of pleading desperately, Hu Jiao'er’s words made it seem as if Liuying was the one bullying her.
"Alright, Hu Jiao'er, you've finally achieved your goal. The dormitory is no longer dull; it's filled with your cries," Qinglan comfortably leaned against her pillow, watching them with a cold gaze.
"Come on, Liuying, just let Jiao'er go this time. It's all my fault; I'll apologize to you," Shen Xiaomeng shyly approached and pried Liuying's hand away, speaking sweetly.
"Hey! Shen Xiaomeng, can you not talk like that? My cells are dancing! Sister Xiang isn't even spicy; it's really boring. Plus, she stole my Jiangnan girl’s spotlight," Liuying released Hu Jiao'er and clapped her hands.
Hu Jiao'er twisted her neck. "Did you learn martial arts or something?"
"Nope, just Taekwondo," Liuying replied arrogantly, lifting her chin.
"Ah, you learned Taekwondo?" Her already large eyes widened even more.
"Wow, Qinglan, did you hear that? Liuying knows Taekwondo," Shen Xiaomeng's delicate voice reached Qinglan's ears.
Qinglan took off her headphones and smiled slightly at Shen Xiaomeng. "If she said she came from Wudang Mountain or Shaolin Temple, I wouldn't be surprised because I felt a chivalrous aura from her at first glance."
"Huh? How come I didn't notice that?" Hu Jiao'er seemed to have been awakened and scrutinized Liuying again.
"No need to look; with that kind of gaze of yours, you just got into trouble," Qinglan set down the book in her hands and straightened up on the bed. "You just said Liuying doesn't look like a girl from Jiangnan? Take another careful look; don’t be fooled by her cold demeanor. She is still charming at heart, and that charm is inherent."
"Inherent? How do you see that?" Hu Jiao'er wanted to reach out and pinch Liuying's hand but quickly withdrew due to the lingering pain in her wrist. "But you just said she's a heroine!" Hu Jiao'er still seemed unconvinced.
Shen Xiaomeng had been quietly observing the playful banter among Hu Jiao'er, Qinglan, and Liuying with a gentle smile.
"What’s wrong with being a heroine? There are heroines from Jiangnan too—delicate yet formidable! Tsk tsk, can’t you see? This is the essence of the cold beauty that is Liuying."
"Wow, 'cold beauty' really suits Liuying! How about this: let's each give ourselves a nickname based on our characteristics in our dormitory. From now on, we can just use those names. What do you think? Liuying will be called 'cold beauty,'" Hu Jiao'er clapped her hands and walked back and forth in the middle of the dormitory, excited about her idea.
Before Qinglan could even speak, she burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Liuying, Shen Xiaomeng, and Hu Jiao'er asked almost simultaneously.
Qinglan laughed even harder, leaving the other three confused as they looked at her.
"Hu Jiao'er, I've thought of a nickname for you," Qinglan said, still catching her breath despite stopping her laughter.
"What nickname?" Hu Jiao'er rushed to Qinglan's bedside, eager to know.
"Chubby girl, how does that sound?" At the moment she said it, Qinglan stopped laughing.
Shen Xiaomeng and Liuying were in stitches.
Hu Jiao'er lunged at Qinglan like a wolf, and they rolled around on the bed, wrestling until they finally stopped.
Later, it was unclear whether it was Qinglan or Hu Jiao'er who said something that drew Liuying and Shen Xiaomeng into the fray, and soon all four were tangled up on Qinglan's bed, knocking over bottles and books from the desk beside the bed.
"Alright, I officially declare tonight's show closed. Turn off the lights and go to sleep," Qinglan said as she sat on the bed, trying to fix her messy hair.
"Yes, boss," Hu Jiao'er was always the first to speak up.
By bedtime, their nicknames were basically settled: Ice Beauty for Liuying, Chubby Girl for Hu Jiao'er, Boss for Qinglan, and Water Fairy for Shen Xiaomeng.
The next day marked the beginning of a month-long Military Training.
Initially, among the four girls, they thought that the one who would struggle the most with the intensity of the Military Training would be the delicate-looking Shen Xiaomeng. However, to their surprise, it turned out to be the tall and sturdy Hu Jiao'er who disappointed them during the training.
First of all, the instructor always pointed out Hu Jiao'er's improper movements, repeatedly calling her name and making her step out to demonstrate her incorrect actions, which caused laughter among all the classmates.
"Hey, Hu Jiao'er, is it because your legs are all muscle and no bones that you can't straighten them?" a mischievous boy in line shouted with a laugh.
"If your heart is all muscle too and has no bones, does that mean your heart isn't straight either?" Hu Jiao'er replied calmly to the playful boy.
All the students burst into laughter.
The instructor glared angrily and shouted, "Be serious, don't laugh."
Just a short while after returning to formation, Hu Jiao'er encountered another issue and was called out.
"Hu Jiao'er, turn right," the instructor suddenly commanded.
Standing opposite the instructor, Hu Jiao'er clearly turned left!
Various snickers erupted from the ranks.
"Hu Jiao'er, that's not your left side," the instructor said, looking helplessly at Hu Jiao'er's fair and delicate face, shaking his head in resignation. "The hand you use to eat with chopsticks is your right hand. Turning right means turning towards the direction of the hand you use to hold the chopsticks, understand?"
"Report, instructor, I didn't turn the wrong way. I turned towards the direction of my chopsticks hand," Hu Jiao'er raised her left hand high and said, "I use this hand to eat with chopsticks. If you don't believe me, ask Qinglan; she can testify as we are in the same dormitory."
"Haha..."
"Haha..."
The entire class was almost laughing uncontrollably, leaving the instructor blushing with embarrassment; his handsome face immediately darkened. "Get down, get down," he waved his hand. After that, no matter how well Jiao'er performed her movements, the instructor never called her out again.
On the night when military training ended, the freshmen held a singing competition where instructors led their teams in a singing contest. After one side sang a song, the other side had to sing a song that not only surpassed or matched the lyrics and meaning but also outperformed in terms of momentum and vocal strength.
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