I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

We all got up earlier this morning than usual, in order to have more time to stack this tofu block.

Before going to bed last night, we also took the time to practice a few times, for fear that we would forget everything when we opened our eyes the next day.

After tidying up the housework, we went to the training ground to gather and train.

Director Nan didn't come to the training ground this morning. When we arrived, only the chief officer was there. He said that Director Nan helped to check the internal affairs together.

After the simple morning exercise, Instructor Zhang announced the dismissal, and we all went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together.

I took a freshly prepared meal and looked for a seat to sit down. When I looked up, I saw Director Nan sitting across from him at a table not far away.

The moment our eyes met, he seemed to give me a slight smile.

I froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond, so he got up and left with the tray.

So I lowered my head and started to eat. I took the opportunity to look at the direction he left when I was eating steamed buns, and I could barely see his back in the crowd. After a few seconds, he turned a corner and was completely blocked by the wall. I bowed my head and seized the time to continue eating.

After breakfast, we walked back to the training ground to gather.

After reporting the number, Instructor Zhang asked us to practice walking in unison, saying that we had just finished breakfast and let us digest and digest, so as not to feel upset when we ran for a while.

While thanking the instructor for his "great kindness and virtue", we complained in our hearts that we didn't know how many kilometers we had to run.

"Go into battle lightly, be content with yourself." Instructor Zhang seemed to see through what we were thinking, he sneered, and said gloatingly, "When you start running with heavy loads, you will know how happy your life is now."

We had about half an hour of warm-up training before Instructor Zhang spoke.

"Let's just run three kilometers this morning, and I won't make things difficult for you." He was kind enough to us and said in pity.

With Nan's guidance, everyone completed the three kilometers together, and no one was left behind.

"Good performance!" Instructor Zhang said, "I hope you will be able to relax like this in the next five kilometers!"

"That's probably a bit difficult." I was thinking in my heart, but someone said it out, which shocked me.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Director Nan, who was laughing and teasing us with Instructor Zhang.

Director Nan turned his head with a smile. I was looking at him and couldn't avoid it. When our eyes met, his smile seemed to deepen.

Director Nan has already smiled at me twice this morning. I think there must be some reason for this, but I don't want to ask rashly.

First rule out the possibility that he likes or appreciates me, and secondly rule out the possibility that I am funny.

Then the only possibility is that I did something that made him feel funny, but after thinking about it, I can't seem to find any reason.

After lunch, we all went back to the dormitory and prepared for lunch break.

I changed my shoes and went to the bed to find a note on my quilt.

"The quilt is placed at the wrong angle, there are wrinkles on the bed sheet, and there is a stain on the floor under the bed. I will write an inspection report and hand it in within two days - Nan."

This is the first time I have seen the handwriting written by Director Nan. Although the handwriting is a bit sloppy, the feeling of flowing water and the imposing strokes can be seen from practice, and I even have the illusion of seeing friends at first sight.

I suddenly understood why Director Nan smiled at me in the morning. It turned out that it wasn't that I did something that made him feel funny, but that he did something to me that made him happy.

I looked around and they didn't seem to have received similar note warnings, and no one talked about them.I folded the note and put it away, and then I lay back on the bed and took a nap.

I just finished the last inspection and haven't handed it in yet. I have to find a time to hand it in today, or it will be overtime.I closed my eyes, thought about it, and fell asleep.

In the afternoon I put the check in my pocket and took it to training.

During the break, I found Director Nan and handed over the inspection to him.

Director Nan took the inspection, bowed his head and began to review.His gaze moved from the first line, and I was already starting to feel nervous.

His reading speed is fast, but I can feel that he really reads carefully.

Watching and watching, Director Nan suddenly smiled lightly, and I felt like a mang on my back. I didn't know what he saw was funny, and I started to think back quickly in my mind, wondering if I had written anything that made people laugh .

However, I couldn't remember what I wrote, my mind went blank, and I only had the smile on Director Nan's face in my eyes.

He seems to be really good-looking, not my first illusion, and it has nothing to do with the evaluation of other students. Under such a close observation, he is still very good-looking. You can see the traces of sweat on his fair side face , his skin looks tender...

"What are you looking at? You're so preoccupied." Director Nan looked up at me and asked.

"It's nothing, instructor." I replied hastily.

Director Nan didn't ask any more questions. He shook the paper in his hand, looked at me and said, "I didn't expect your writing to be quite profound." He smiled slightly.

I didn't answer, mainly because I didn't know what to say.

Director Nan rolled up my self-criticism and poked my chest twice. He seemed a little unhappy, and the expression on his face was that of a child with no adults to play with him. "Why are you so cold?"

His complaint, coupled with the expression on his face at the moment, is really...a bit cute.

This made me even more at a loss. How should I answer the conversation? I really don't know how to do it.Just when I was in trouble, he suddenly raised his head and leaned in front of my face. I was startled, and when he saw me frightened, he laughed softly, and then moved away a little.

"Are you kidding, are you thinking so seriously?" Director Nan said with a smile.

"..." I scratched my head, raised my eyelids to look at Director Nan, and quickly lowered my gaze.

"Okay, let's go back to the team, remember there is an inspection to be handed in the day after tomorrow." Director Nan reminded.

"Yes." I replied right away.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to write it on the note in the morning," Director Nan smiled, and said leisurely, "From tomorrow on, you and I will inspect the internal affairs and study hard."

I opened my eyes slightly.

Director Nan folded the inspection and put it in the pocket of his jacket. He straightened his waist and looked at me with a very oppressive gaze. Opinion?"

"Report to the instructor, I have no comment." I stood at attention and saluted.

Only then did Director Nan smile in satisfaction, but he no longer had the approachable look just now, but was a little alienated, "Go back, don't forget."

"Yes, instructor." After I finished speaking, I turned and walked into the team.

I sit back on the ground and rest and be lazy with everyone.

"Yan Minqi, why did you go to Director Nan just now?" A classmate asked me.

"Hand in the previous inspection." I replied.

"Did Director Nan tell you anything?" The students came over curiously.

I glanced at them, smiled, and thought that there was too much to say, "I didn't say anything, just say that I wrote fairly seriously." I said on my lips.

"Oh—" The students nodded in disappointment, feeling so boring.

I looked at them disappointed and returned, and I felt a little funny in my heart.But when I think of Director Nan's words and smiles just now, I feel a little concerned. I really can't figure it out. It's impossible not to care about his hot and cold attitude towards me.

But he asked me to check the internal affairs with him in the future, I still have some expectations.