The next day was the ninth day of military training for Teikyo University freshmen.

Seeing that the military training time is almost over, everyone has gone through more than a week of basic training and has almost mastered the basic skills.

Therefore, the commander-in-chief of military training, Instructor Liu, decided to divide into different square formations for training starting today. At the same time, he was also preparing for the teacher-student martial arts competition on the last day.

This year’s events are the same as last year’s and are roughly divided into six square formations: dance, dagger attack, sand combat, military boxing and letters.

The temporary trainers on the teachers' square had just announced that they were disbanded, and everyone rushed up, chattering, and discussing the formation just now.

"Xiao Lingxi, what project did you choose just now?" Wang Ziwei asked curiously.

Bian Lingxi stuffed a mouthful of rice, dug out a small piece of lion's head with a small spoon, chewed it a few times, and replied slowly, "Dance."

When Wang Ziwei heard this, she immediately stopped.

No surprise...

well……

"I thought you would choose a field sniper competition. It's boring."

Bian Lingxi didn't take it seriously and continued to eat his lunch.

"I remember you played shooting when you were in the junior class. Why do you want to dance this time?"

"I just want to go!" Bian Lingxi would not admit that she wanted to be a lady again, her tone was casual and a little arrogant.

"Forget it, I've convinced you. But I can still watch you dance."

"Just for viewing?" Bian Lingxi was a little speechless. Did this girl have any misunderstanding about the level of the national dance competition?

She was the Latin dance champion back then!

"Okay, it's beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! That's it!" Wang Ziwei said honestly, "Xiao Lingxi, I finally understand why you have fewer friends."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't give your friend a way to survive!" Wang Ziwei looked filled with indignation, her eyes filled with fire, as if she wanted to burn her up.

"Look, what do you know? Count carefully, how many are there!" Wang Ziwei didn't even want to think about it. She had witnessed no less than ten championships with her own eyes.

"Not only are there a few taekwondo champions, Latin dance champions, but also Chinese painting, table tennis, badminton, and some advanced yoga..." Bian Lingxi Jing Wang Ziwei reminded her, and she actually counted her glorious achievements.

Neither of them noticed that the woman opposite him looked more and more broken.

After a long time, Wang Ziwei couldn't bear it anymore and stopped her, "I am also a champion! How about a competition!"

She is not convinced!

"Ahem... pay attention to your appearance." Wang Ziwei likes to stand up with her hands on her hips to talk when she gets excited. Before Bian Lingxi could hold her hand, he flew away.

Wang Ziwei didn't care whether Bian Lingxi answered or not, she directly showed her record, "I am the champion of college student computer competition."

"You are in the non-professional group!"

"Then you are only the table tennis champion in Imperial Capital, and you haven't made it to the national team."

"Then Teacher Yu dislikes your calligraphy very much."

"Then you won't hold art exhibitions when you grow up, you childish devil!"

The two women talked more and more energetically, their voices became louder and louder, and more and more people gathered around them. Until the light was completely blocked, Bian Lingxi took Wang Ziwei's hand and said, "Ziwei, someone...

…”

Cough cough cough...

Really...

Wang Ziwei quickly covered her face, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

"You guys keep going!"

"Yes, I also want to hear what other skills you have besides the skills just now!"

"Instructor Liu, we were wrong." Bian Lingxi and Wang Ziwei said in unison.

Instructor Liu had no expression on his face, "Oh? What's wrong?"

"We shouldn't disturb you and your comrades while eating." Bian Lingxi calmed down and answered seriously.

"Don't bother me. It just makes me, an old man, suddenly understand what it means that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach." For some reason, Bian Lingxi heard the helplessness and grievance in Instructor Liu's tone.

Forehead……

How should she answer this?

The army has strict rules. This is the highest policy that instructor Liu had mentioned before entering. Bian Lingxi did not forget it, and for some reason just now, he suddenly became hypocritical.

The air is a little quiet, lunch time has passed for a while, and there are basically only a few instructors and teachers on the second floor.

Just as Bian Lingxi and Wang Ziwei were racking their brains to think about how to avoid receiving less punishment, instructor Liu suddenly asked, "I just heard you two say that you know Chinese painting and calligraphy?"

"Yes, I can calligraphy, and Xiao Lingxi's paintings have been held in art exhibitions. Now the auction price of one of her paintings is 10 million yuan." Wang Ziwei is a bit naive, and she can show off her here.

"That's right." Instructor Liu finally showed a smile on his face. He paused and said, "You two, Liu has a gracious favor."

"Can you please collaborate on a painting and calligraphy work together? Liu would like to give it to an old comrade as a birthday gift."

This...is not good...

Bian Lingxi was not easy to refuse, so she finally agreed. Wang Ziwei saw that she agreed, and she was also very interested, so of course she had no objections.

Instructor Liu: "There is no limit to the theme of the calligraphy and painting works, but I would like to remind you that the recipient of the gift is a collector, and he usually likes to play with flowers, plants, and ink."

Do you like to play with flowers and plants, like to collect, and also like to write and write?

Bian Lingxi immediately thought of that person...

"Instructor Liu is talking about Mr. Zhou from the Zhou Group?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhou has been a good friend of mine for many years." Instructor Liu answered her question as usual, not noticing Bian Lingxi's face gradually turning pale.

Now it's a big deal, her boyfriend's grandfather is celebrating his birthday, and she doesn't even know.

Bian Lingxi was a little slack on the way back to the dormitory, and she kept worrying about what to give her.

During her nap, Bian Lingxi was lying on the bed tossing and turning. When she looked up and saw Wang Ziwei on the opposite bed, she was still playing with her mobile phone. "Ziwei, what do you think we should give our elders as gifts for their birthdays?"

"Huh? Uncle Bian's birthday?" Wang Ziwei thought for a few seconds and then denied, "No, Uncle Bian's birthday is at the end of the year, in December. Why do you think so early?"

"It's not my dad, it's another elder, someone I've never met."

Bian Lingxi thought about it carefully and it didn't seem right. After all, she had met Mr. Zhou once when she and her father attended a charity dinner.

"Then give something regular?" Wang Ziwei was not sure, "What does the gentleman receiving the gift like?"

"I'm not sure either." The two highly intelligent people discussed the matter for a long time with no result. They seemed to have something in common, so they decided to ask their boyfriend when they got the phone.

After training all morning, Bian Lingxi was a little tired and gradually fell asleep. She seemed to hear a sentence in a daze, "Who are you giving a gift to?"

Unfortunately, I never received an answer from the person on the bed.
Chapter completed!