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Meanwhile, in another class half a playground away, Yao Mingyue was also sitting on the grass at this moment.

Her phoenix eyes seemed to lack some luster as she searched the crowd for that familiar figure.

"Ming Yue, is it uncomfortable sitting on the grass? Why don\'t you sit on my clothes?"

At this moment, a boy approached her.

It was Chen Guangnian, who had been splashed in the face with mung bean smoothie last time and had gone back angry for a while.

In the end, he still wiped his face, saying that the goddess still cared for him, knew it was hot, and specifically gave him a face mask to cool down.

Chen Guangnian had also heard about Yao Mingyue\'s situation with that boy, and although it made him feel quite annoyed,

he still always felt that he had a chance.

Moreover, a girl who had just experienced a setback in love was in a vulnerable state—now was the best time to make a move.

At this moment, he was holding his military training jacket and bringing it over to Yao Mingyue.

However, Yao Mingyue didn\'t even look at him properly, glancing at it before continuing to look into the distance.

"It\'s okay, I have to wash my clothes when I get back anyway; feel free to sit on it," Chen Guangnian continued to say eagerly, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over Yao Mingyue\'s curves that were clearly ahead of girls her age.

Yao Mingyue frowned with impatience and said, "I\'m not sitting on your clothes because they\'re dirty!"

Chen Guangnian: ...

...

"Come on, does anyone in the class have a talent to perform? Let\'s compete with the class opposite!"

The instructor called out, half-jokingly saying, "Don\'t be shy, put yourselves forward. If no one comes up, we\'ll go back to standing in military posture!"

Upon hearing this, the class started shouting out.

"Report! Ji Boxiao says he can drink a bottle of water in one second!"

"Instructor, Bu Chijiu can do push-ups with three fingers!"

"Wang Yanyan can dance, let her go for it!"

Classes around them were also starting to showcase their talents.

Actually, most college students\' talent performances were singing or dancing.

Those showier ones would bring a guitar or some other instrument to play.

After a week of repressed military training life, today was finally an opportunity to express themselves.

Slowly, more people started to muster the courage to go up.

It wasn\'t about how good or bad the talent was, as long as someone was brave enough to perform, the classmates all gave the warmest applause.

"Instructor, I\'ll do it," Lin Daiyu suddenly said at this moment.

She stood up and walked to the center of the circle formed by the class.

Lin Daiyu was quite good-looking, probably a seven or eight out of ten, which was considered attractive by most standards.

Even though she was a bit short, her body proportions were quite nice and she was very eye-catching in the crowd.

Classes nearby couldn\'t help but turn to look at her.

Lin Daiyu took a deep breath, her gaze landing briefly on Xu Musen among the crowd.

"I\'m going to perform the classical dance \'Jian Jia.\'"

With a smile on her lips, she started dancing to the applause from her classmates.

The dance of traditional Chinese style showcased the enchanting grace of the dancer, rather than just flaunting sexy figures.

Even in a camouflage uniform, that distinct atmospheric feeling of a lady from the south of the Yangtze River was truly antique and picturesque.

The poem "Jian Jia" itself, is about a woman\'s ardent pursuit of the man she admires.

The words were beautifully ornate but there always seemed to be an underlying sense of unfulfillment and helplessness.

A feeling of love that couldn\'t be attained, of withering and sprouting.

Lin Daiyu displayed a beautiful dance, repeatedly glancing at Xu Musen.

The classmates, who knew about the situation between the two, all had expressions of ambiguity and empathy.

"What a pity, Lin Daiyu is clearly beautiful and outstanding, but her competition is just too extraordinary..."

"Dammit, Xu Musen has become the one she can\'t let go of—why couldn\'t it be me?"

Xu Musen was watching silently, and as Lin Daiyu slightly bowed, the surrounding applause and cheers grew louder.

Xu Musen also clapped his hands.

The commotion in the class drew the attention of many others, and from a dozen meters away, Yao Mingyue\'s class also had many discussing.

"This girl is pretty good too; her dance makes me not want to do morning exercises anymore."

"Feels like she still falls a bit short compared to Yao Mingyue. If Yao Mingyue danced, it would definitely be better."

"Be satisfied; a girl like her would never dance for us to watch like this."

Yao Mingyue\'s presence had raised the bar for the boys in her class.

Yao Mingyue, when she saw Lin Daiyu, also had her sights locked immediately.

Of course, not on Lin Daiyu, but on Xu Musen from her class.

For two or three days now, the two of them had almost no contact and had not seen each other.

Yao Mingyue could fall asleep only by looking at Xu Musen\'s photo every night.

Her body was sorely lacking the "Xu Musen" element now.

Her gaze was intense, looking at Xu Musen as if she was a wild beast that had been starving for a long time.

Right now, she desperately wanted to go over to him, lie in his arms, and take a deep breath where the "Musen scent" was strongest!

But remembering what she had told her mother, she still felt she should hold back a little longer, just a little longer...

After finishing her dance, Lin Daiyu naturally sat down next to Xu Musen.

Another boy volunteered to perform and sing with his guitar.

Lin Daiyu then whispered to Xu Musen, "How was my dance just now?"

"My hands are almost sore from clapping," Xu Musen replied with a smile.

Lin Daiyu chuckled, then her expression turned a bit wistful and resigned: "Actually, I had quite a fondness for you before, but now I\'ve come to recognize my own limits."