On his way back, Lin Jingzhe was caught by Wang Jun and Lu Xiaojiang. His round belly stuck to Lin Jingzhe’s back, Lu Xiaojiang said enviously, “During lunch, my future girlfriend was always looking at you!” 

“My future girlfriend too!” Wang Jun screamed.

The military training was nearing the end. After being together for so many days, the group of originally unfamiliar young people got well-acquainted with each other. It was easy for boys to form a friendship—after one or two days, when they found out that contrary to what his first impression suggested, Lin Jingzhe was not cold and unapproachable but cursed and was picky about his food like everyone else, they quickly became close.

Pulled and being held onto by these kids, Lin Jingzhe felt his vigilance, raised because of Jiang Qiaqia’s call, rapidly dissipate. He put an arm around Wang Jun’s neck and flung him aside. At the same time, he jumped up and kicked the steel bed frame, making Lu Xiaojiang fall onto the bed, and then sat down on the boy’s stomach.

He slapped the soft belly hard, eliciting a yowl, and said, “Naughty again!”

Laughing, Lu Xiaojiang kicked wildly, trying to get him off. “Where did you learn all these tricks? And how can you be so strong when you’re thin as a stick!”

Wang Jun climbed up from the ground. “Touch his arm, it must be nothing but muscle—he did two hundred push-ups before going to bed yesterday! And after standing for six hours in the sun during the day! Fuck, he’s simply inhuman!”

Lu Xiaojiang pinched Lin Jingzhe’s arm—sure enough, there were hard yet undefined muscles on the deceptively slender limb. Lin Jingzhe shook his paw off and reciprocated in turn.

Lu Xiaojiang’s arm was as thick as three of his, all soft and cold meat, similar to a perfect cooling pillow.

The boy lay compliantly still, letting him pinch to his heart’s content. “If you move more and do push-ups with me every evening, you’ll have much better-looking muscles than me,” Lin Jingzhe exhorted.

In his previous life, he had also been lazy when he was young, but later he started to learn judo because life was too boring. Since then, he never stopped exercising, and his body really became much healthier.

After returning to his youth, many twists and turns kept his attention, leaving him with no spare energy. The military training gave him opportunity to pick up exercising again.

“Forget it—for him, making him exercise is fate worse than death,” Wang Jun said. “Didn’t you see how he screamed he had heat stroke when we were practicing marching the other day?”

Lu Xiaojiang, still not getting up, gave him a thumbs-up. “You sure know me well, buddy.”

Chen Jiankang took a towel out of some cold water, wrung it out, and handed it to Lin Jingzhe with a bashful smile. “Here, to wipe your sweat,” he whispered.

Lin Jingzhe accepted it. “Thank you.”

Wang Jun hadn’t forgotten the topic just now. He clung to Chen Jiankang’s back, put his head on Chen Jiankang’s shoulder, and watched Lin Jingzhe wiping his face. “Some people are killed by flood yet others die because of drought,” he hissed like a resentful old woman.

Young people yearn for love and long for being in a relationship.

…But in fact, very few succeed. Both Wang Jun and Lu Xiaojiang met the girls that caught their interest on the first day of military training. They launched several gentle offensives, considerately bringing them water and teaching them to make the bed according to regulations, but it was all for naught—the goddesses of their hearts grudgingly accepted their help, but had no intentions to accept their pursuit.

However, it wasn’t the same for Lin Jingzhe. Everyone did the same things every day and participated in the same activities, so how come only Lin Jingzhe became a hot topic among the girls? It didn’t make sense!

Chen Jiankang’s innocent and frank reply stabbed Wang Jun straight in the chest: “Maybe it’s because he looks better than you,” he said shyly.

“Ah!!!”

Wang Jun hid his acne-covered face in his hands and ran away, crying.

Lin Jingzhe had also been young and was well aware that boys at this age thought with the lower part of their body. To them, finding a girlfriend may be more important than studying well.

But Lin Jingzhe was different: he had already gone through this phase once. Although he also had fantasies sometimes due to the hormones of this young body, his mind was still clear. Currently, his life was like that of a tumbleweed, and he didn’t have the ability to shoulder any responsibility. At least until his career took off, he would not consider dating as this activity required too much commitment.

This way of thinking could hardly be understood by the boys at his biological age. It was true even for the much more sophisticated Fang Wenhao.