One more step further is the cliff, the abyss.

Fang Qingming clenched Song Xiangran's hand, turned his head, and stared at Song Xiangran warmly.

"No, you guys say it quickly, what other gossip hasn't been told to us?" At that moment, Zheng Yangyang, who spoke, became hideous, and almost roared at Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming.

And Song Xiangran was not to be outdone, and roared angrily: "There is no more gossip after that, what do you want to do?"

Suddenly, Wu Jingjing laughed evilly, approaching Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming, and pressed her knuckles.

At this time, Fang Qingming gently patted Song Xiangran's shoulder, and asked Song Xiangran in an unprecedentedly gentle voice: "Xiangran, there is an abyss ahead, are you willing to jump down with me, even if it is a catastrophe?"

Song Xiangran also looked at Fang Qingming tenderly, nodded firmly, and said, "I am willing, even if the abyss is impossible to recover, I will not hesitate!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qingming pulled Song Xiangran and jumped off the edge of the cliff.

And behind him, there were unwilling voices of Zheng Yangyang and Wu Jingjing.

"Ahh

Wu Jingjing, who was sleeping opposite Song Xiangran, looked at Song Xiangran strangely and said, "What's wrong?"

"I said Xiangran, you are dreaming and yelling, are you having a nightmare?" Bai Xing put on his shoes, stood up from the side of the bed, and looked at Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran didn't know if this dream was a nightmare, but it was definitely a strange dream.

Maybe it's because of the dream, Song Xiangran looked at Wu Jingjing's cute little round face, and now she feels palpitations.

"I dreamed of you, Jingjing. Song Xiangran took a deep breath, then lifted the quilt and began to put on his shoes.

Wu Jingjing, who was named, pointed at herself in disbelief and said, "What are you dreaming of me? How can it be a nightmare, it must be a good dream!"

"No, you and Zheng Yangyang are chasing me......" Song Xiangran wanted to talk about himself and Fang Qingming, but felt that it was better not to say some of the plots of this dream, so he swallowed the name on his lips again, "Shout, Song Xiangran gossip to me!"

Several people in the dormitory laughed out loud after listening to Song Xiangran's description.

"Jingjing, you are really good, chasing gossip and chasing into other people's dreams. White Star said with a smile.

The person concerned, Wu Jingjing, blushed, and said embarrassedly: "What, gossip is just to adjust the usual tense atmosphere, how tiring is military training, isn't it?"

"yes, and then you and Zheng Yangyang forced me to jump off a cliff. Song Xiangran put on her shoes, walked in front of Wu Jingjing, and looked at Wu Jingjing with a vicious expression.

Wu Jingjing trembled with fright.

&;Hmph, don't gossip in the future. Song Xiangran smiled contentedly and gently rubbed Wu Jingjing's head.

After a few people made a fuss, they finally left the dormitory door.

On a new day, military training began again.

Because of the urgency of time, everyone practiced the basic military posture and stepping in the first two days, and on the third day, they had to start the formal formation.

The so-called arrangement of formations means that the two people who will lead the military training show will have to be selected in the next two days.

Everyone trained more and more seriously, and no one dared to shout tired, after all, entering the etiquette team is a recognition of their own hardware facilities. If you add the person who is the leader of the etiquette team, it is basically the face of the school.

&;Have you heard, when the provincial TV station comes, the lead has a three-second shot? &;A tall girl with a double ponytail turned her face sideways to talk to her companion.

When my companion heard this, he was even more surprised than her: &; Really? Three seconds! Then I must work harder!&;

Young, good-looking female college students almost all want to get this opportunity, because it is a very honorable thing to show their faces on TV at any time.

However, in Song Xiangran's opinion, today's Fang Qingming, how strange it is.

The dream from last night has been hovering in Song Xiangran's mind, lingering.

It is difficult for Song Xiangran to remember the past dreams clearly, and he usually forgets them after breakfast. But this time, I don't know why, Song Xiangran remembers every picture very clearly.

Especially Fang Qingming's eyes, and the touch of holding Song Xiangran's hand, Song Xiangran was a little careless, and those pictures would appear in his mind, as if they had really happened.

Not only looking at Wu Jingjing, Song Xiangran now feels a little awkward when he looks at Fang Qingming.

Because he has been thinking crankily, Song Xiangran didn't dare to relax easily, and asked himself to concentrate all the time.

Even when it was time to rest in place, everyone else sat down, and Song Xiangran stood still in a military posture, motionless.

Jin Sha next to him lowered her head and drank her saliva, and found that Song Xiangran was still standing, and felt very strange, so she pushed Song Xiangran's calf with her elbow and said: &; Fight so hard, don't you rest?&;

Hearing Jin Sha's voice, Song Xiangran came back to his senses, looked around, and found that everyone was looking at him, his face was red, and he quickly sat down.

But not long after I sat down, I asked to stand up and continue training.

Song Xiangran thought unconfidently, was Fang Qingming targeting her, otherwise why would he just sit down and let everyone get up and train?

When this training was about to end, Fang Qingming cleared his throat and asked Song Xiangran to come out of the ranks.

&;This classmate, she has been training very hard in the past, everyone can see it, choose her as one of the leaders, do you have any questions?&;Fang Qingming swept the crowd with an expressionless face.

Song Xiangran, who was called out, still didn't understand the situation, and she felt that it was very unreal to stand here.

It is probably because Song Xiangran's interpersonal relationship is not bad on weekdays, and almost no one wants to raise objections. Only a few girls were not very satisfied, but they didn't say much.

So Song Xiangran's position as the leader was decided.

After the disbandment, Song Xiangran was still a little distracted, this time she sped up the speed of packing her things, and when she was about to leave, she accidentally bumped into a strong chest.

Looking up, isn't this the person he dreamed of last night? Song Xiangran's head suddenly buzzed, and he felt that his legs were not his own.

So Song Xiangran ran away.

Fang Qingming, who was standing behind Song Xiangran, the second monk was confused, the person who was hit was obviously him, how could it turn out that Song Xiangran ran away?

Maybe it's a certain seed that feels the light and is quietly germinating.