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"Lanlan, you're amazing! You scored 73 in the 50-meter race. I think you have the best score among all the girls."

"I thought long jump was your only strength, but I didn't expect you were so good at shooting too. You achieved this on your first try. You're pure talent. Are you trying to envy us to death?"

Huo Silan waited in a long line to get his meal, happily enjoying the flattery of his companions.

"I'll go ask that conspicuous guy how many rings he scored. I bet his score isn't even half as high as yours, Lanlan."

"Shooting requires talent, not everyone can do it."

"She's really good at those pull-ups that are pure brute force, haha."

"She doesn't really think it's something to be proud of for a girl to be physically stronger than a boy, does she? What's the difference between boys looking at her and looking at their brothers, haha."

Huo Silan suppressed his smile as he listened to his companions making fun of Wen Li.

At this time, I heard a few girls from the next team saying, "Wen Li is amazing. He even scored 100 rings in the 120-meter race."

"This has to be the most impressive result ever achieved during Kyoto University's military training, right? I even think she can challenge even longer distances."

"As a woman, I was completely controlled by her. I was so happy just thinking about having her for four years in college."

"Who doesn't love the beautiful, cool and outstanding Shenyan sister~"

"Can I apply to go to the same class for military training with her? I want to see this beautiful girl slay me. Our class is so boring!"

One hundred and twenty meters?

One hundred rings?

Upon hearing this, Huo Silan and the others fell silent immediately.

They all had complicated expressions. The few people who had just stepped on Wen Li to lift Huo Silan up looked at Huo Silan unnaturally, and an awkward atmosphere spread in the small group.

Their class was dismissed a few minutes earlier and had no idea that Wen Li had hit the target at 120 meters.

More and more students came to get their meals, and the praise and admiration for Wen Li became more and more frequent. Huo Silan had a sullen face and said nothing.

At this time, she noticed Wen Li holding a tray of food. Seeing Wen Li sitting in the aisle, her eyes darkened.

After the meal, Huo Silan said that he liked the soup, and then poured half of his companion's soup into his own bowl.

Looking at the bowl of seaweed egg drop soup on his plate that was overflowing, Huo Silan thanked his companion without saying a word, then walked straight towards Wen Li.

The bowl of soup in the upper left corner swayed and spilled as he walked. When he walked next to Wen Li, the shaking amplitude suddenly increased. At the same time, Huo Silan pushed the plate even further towards Wen Li.

The seaweed egg drop soup splashed in a long arc in the air, pouring onto Wen Li's plate, splashing a few drops.

Wen Li stopped putting food into his mouth.

Huo Silan's voice drifted over his head, "Sorry, the soup pot is too full."

After that, pat your butt and leave.

After Huo Silan and a few of his companions found a place to sit down, they couldn't help laughing. When they looked up, they saw Wen Li walking towards them with a dinner plate in one hand and the other hand in his trouser pocket, walking slowly.

Huo Silan was not panicked, instead there was a hint of provocation in his eyes. Anyway, she didn't do it on purpose, so at most she would just say a few more embarrassing words.

The instructors were all here. Would she dare to throw it back like she did in the dormitory? Even if she dared, how could the instructors protect her in front of everyone?

Wen Li walked over and threw his soupy plate in front of Huo Silan, then placed it directly on top of Huo Silan's plate.

Huo Silan frowned and was about to explode when a hand suddenly covered the back of her head and pressed her entire face into the food.

The force was quite strong and was accompanied by several exclamations.

The classmates around looked over and saw Wen Li with one hand in his pocket and the other hand pressing the man's head into the plate, his face calm and composed.

Everyone was shocked and stood up to look.

Huo Silan struggled frantically but couldn't break free. Wen Li was so strong that the defenseless Huo Silan soon couldn't breathe.

The girls next to her seemed to be scared silly. They usually played together without distinction, but now no one dared to step forward to rescue her.

"Wen Li! What are you doing?"

Instructor Chai turned around and exclaimed in shock. He strode towards Wen Li and shouted, "Let me go!"

Just when Huo Silan was about to suffocate, the force finally disappeared. She stood up from the plate, with a shiny face, gasping for breath in a panic, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know whether it was because of fear or physiological reasons.

Instructor Chai pushed through the crowd and walked in. Seeing this, he angrily asked, "What's going on? Wen Li, what are you doing?"

Wen Li narrated the story lightly, "She deliberately spilled the soup onto my plate. Food is precious and shouldn't be wasted. I was teaching her how to eat."

"I didn't mean it, and I've already apologized. Wen Li, you're the one who meant it maliciously!" Huo Silan stood up suddenly and yelled at Wen Li like a madman, his voice filled with tears and his whole body shaking.

Wen Li glanced at the surveillance camera overhead without rushing or slowing down: "There's surveillance, we can check whether it was intentional or not."

Huo Silan choked, but said stubbornly: "I said it was not intentional, so don't try to frame me. Even if I did it on purpose, you can do this?!"

She spoke in a loud voice, not feeling that she had done anything wrong at all. She just kept on angrily denouncing Wen Li's vicious behavior.

Pointing at Wen Li, she cried and accused loudly: "Instructor, she just tried to suffocate me to death."

He turned around and said to Wen Li fiercely, "Just wait, I will definitely report this to the school."

Wen Li said disdainfully: "Are you trying to scare your father?"

Instructor Mo hid behind the crowd and didn't want to go in.

He shook his head and thought to himself: Lao Chai, thank you for your hard work.

Instructor Chai's face was sullen, and his sharp eyes swept over the aggressive Huo Silan and the calm Wen Li.

Finally, Instructor Chai spoke with a cold expression: "Each of you two will eat half of this meal! No leftovers! After you finish, you will have to run two kilometers and write a five-thousand-word self-reflection!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, with a sense of military oppression that made people afraid to disobey.

Huo Silan: "Why? I'm the victim, why should I be punished too? Why is her punishment so light?"

Instructor Chai stared at her and said, "This is the military, not the place for you to mess around. I don't care if you do it intentionally or not! If you do it, you will have to bear the consequences. If you don't accept it, pack up and get out!"

"If this happens again, I will report it to the school. If you don't want to be punished severely, just behave yourself!" Instructor Chai looked at everyone.

Huo Silan was frightened by Instructor Chai's aura. She was already feeling guilty and dared not say anything. She sat down and sobbed softly with grievance.

Instructor Chai looked at Wen Li, who was as still as a mountain, and asked, "Are you dissatisfied?"

Wen Li replied, "Nonsense. She started the fight first, and I handled it my way. I don't think I was wrong. She ate the meal, ran the 4,000 meters, and wrote the 10,000-word self-criticism."

This is reasonable.

She finally let go, which was a great favor to everyone.