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Murong Cheng and Son VS Miss Rose

President Mao and his elders taught us: "The Chinese are not afraid of death, are they afraid of difficulties?"

These words had influenced me since I was a child. I had worked hard to learn to overcome difficulties on my own and knew from experience that things work out better if they are done by yourself.

For that reason, Bai Lin and I found all the tools and equipment, and spent an hour bolting the bedroom door. I rubbed my injured finger and sighed, "I finally feel safe."

Song Qiqi smiled. She checked the latch on the door again and clapped, "Not bad."

Song Qiqi was the smartest girl in our bedroom. She was from the north and was very good at studying. She would always receive the scholarship. Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaotang was the complete opposite of her.

Zhao Xiaotang, in Bai Lin's words "Zhao Xiaotang is not an Earthman." Zhao Xiaotang sometimes had a bit of extreme misophobia, which made her degree of cleanliness beyond our reach.

Recalling the month of enrollment during military training, the school took all the freshmen to a military training ground on the outskirts of City A. That was a place where not even birds would lay eggs. The so-called barracks were nothing more than large sheds, where we could only lie on the ground with the bedding and mats that we carried.

Not to mention taking a bath, you even had to queue for a long time to go to the bathroom. Under the scorching September sun, we did not bathe for a week and did not dare to change our uniforms.

Our counselor, who saw a group of beautiful girls being tortured like this, was greatly distressed. After talking to the instructor, he took us to a town a few miles away, rented a bathhouse, we bathed, we lined up, and then the whole team came back.

While taking a bath, everyone noticed that the military uniform and sweat faded to the skin, and the camouflage green color remained on the body even after it had been washed with hot soapy water.

In the middle of the night, it was Bai Lin and I's turn to guard the night at the barracks gate and we vaguely heard someone washing things nearby. I carried a wooden pistol and walked around to see what happened. She did not expect to see a woman standing by the water channel fetching water. Her hair disheveled, her snow-white skin glowed brightly in the moonlight like a beautiful snake.

Bai Lin's hand trembled. She pulled me up and said, "Forget it, maybe someone drowned here a long time ago."

I was surprised, but also a little scared, but I said boldly: "I am a small person, but I have great guts. I am not afraid."

"That's right, I'll leave it to you then. Xiao Tong, go. I'll pick up your body tomorrow morning." Bai Lin patted me, preparing to return.

"Not!" I grabbed her, "You ... if you go back to being on duty alone, I ... I don't feel comfortable."

So I clenched her fists and slowly approached her as she leaned against the wall. Bai Lin was forced to follow him. When I took a few steps closer, the other party noticed our movement. She turned around and smiled at both of us. She was a beauty, she was not a snake, but she was our roommate, Zhao Xiaotang. This was not the scariest thing. He placed a large basin at her feet, and the basin was filled with freshly washed quilts ...

"Are you washing the bedspread?" I asked in shock.

She smiled at me, "Yeah, the duvet covers and sheets are sweaty, and even the cotton lint inside isn't clean. So I washed them all."

Later that week, Zhao Xiaotang's quilt did not dry out. As a result, she had to sleep next to Song Qiqi. The quilt that she hung from the air vent of the barracks became the story of the entire department. This was the first impression Zhao Xiaotang left on me.