Mr Gu's First Doting Marriage-Chapter 217 - 218: Hey, Classmate...

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Chapter 217: Chapter 218: Hey, Classmate…

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Gu Zhaohan remembers, the first time he heard the name Xia Yangyang.

It was on the third day of the university’s military training upon admission.

At that time, he had just returned to his country a few days ago, unaccustomed to the local food and water, and still hadn’t adjusted to the time difference.

Scorching summer days, high-intensity military training. 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝔴𝖊𝖇𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑.𝖈𝖔𝖒

Worse, they encountered a military officer who was so severe and harsh it was almost sadistic.

At that time, the military training was not divided by faculties or classes.

It was randomly assigned, sixty people in one class, coming from different faculties, different classes.

At that time, to train their endurance.

Every day before lunch, under the blazing sun, the instructor would have them stand under the burning sun for half an hour.

Those few days, he was already feeling unwell, but he held on.

Just when he felt he could no longer hold on, his vision gradually dimming.

Someone next to him suddenly handed him a bottle of mineral water.

The person’s voice clear and pleasant: “Hey, classmate, this is for you.”

He barely forced his eyes open to look sideways, it was a face so pure it made his heart flutter.

She handed him a bottle of mineral water, her voice very low: “Quick, drink it and don’t let the instructor catch you.”

Gu Zhaohan took the mineral water, it had obviously been sipped by her.

He was a clean freak who disliked using other people’s things, even more so, water that had been drunk by others.

But oddly, at that time, he didn’t feel even a bit of aversion.

Twisting open the cap and gulping down two mouthfuls, everything in front of him began to have distinct shades of black and white.

From that day on, he started to notice this girl.

It’s a pity that they didn’t get the chance to talk, because they were shuffled into different training groups due to classroom reassignments, they were far apart.

But he would often see her.

For instance, during breaks, she liked to sit with a bunch of friends under the basketball hoop in the sports field, chatting and laughing, sometimes sneak­eating snacks.

That summer, the temperatures were unusually high.

The one-month-long military training had everyone looking like a dark monkey.

But she seemed to be favored by the heavens, still as pure as a lotus.

When everyone was in a terrible state, barely able to move after the training.

He would always see her holding bottles of water, distributing one by one to those around her.

When everyone was dripping in sweat, she was refreshing and sweat-free, except for those forever rosy cheeks, making one think of the peach blossoms under the sun.

He was not social.

But he still managed to find out her name from other people.

Xia Yangyang —

Middle of summer, rouge sinking, slim like the snow, night sky with endless stars!

That summer was long, boring, tough, and suffocatingly hot.

But that name was like an ice cube in the summer, melting all bad moods. Every time he thought of it, it felt refreshing and soothing.

In the following years, he hardly ever spoke to Xia Yangyang.

But he knew everything about her.

She was a journalism student. She preferred to eat in the school’s second canteen. Every weekend, she spent most of her time in the library. At nine- thirty in the evening, before she went to bed, she would take a run around the track…

And… that her boyfriend was named Lu Haotian.

He quietly observed everything about this girl, but she didn’t even know he existed.

His uncle once said that if you feel a jolt of electricity running through your body and tremble involuntarily at the first sight of a girl, then she is surely your true love.

But, when he realized this, she had become his aunt by marriage.

But his memory was still stuck in that summer.

That pale wrist laying before him and her voice, clear as a lark: “Hey, Classmate…”