Reborn Girl: Prince Charming's Hot Wife

When we got to the classroom, everyone was very excited, except for some girls who were worried about the tan.    

    

Gong Suhe had never been troubled by this. Now she already had self-made sunscreen. Although it was not guaranteed that it was not dark at all, the effect was much better than ordinary sunscreen.    

    

Furthermore, she did not seem to care about her appearance that much.    

    

At this moment, Teacher Hu walked into the classroom and said to all the students, "Eight o'clock, all seven of our classes will depart together. Everyone, get ready. Those who need to go to the washroom, hurry up and go. We have to drive for two and a half hours on the road. We will not stop midway!"    

    

When some of the students heard this, they smiled and added, "Teacher Hu, don't worry. We are young and have good kidneys. We don't need to go to the washroom all the time!"    

    

After he said that, many boys laughed as well.    

    

Teacher Hu's face darkened. These brats, are they trying to say that he had to go to the toilet when he was old?! Fifteen or sixteen years old, full of vigor. He was also in his second year of middle school.    

    

Gong Suhe realized that two boys who were supposed to go to the toilet quietly went back because of this sentence.    

    

She found it funny, but she could not help but think of the matter with Di Xingchen that day.    

    

The military training required everyone to participate, and the military training required everyone to participate. Zhai Xingchen's situation... Gong Suhe was still young after all. Curiosity drove her to look back.    

    

Then, she saw the young man sitting in the wheelchair.    

    

He was wearing a camouflage outfit. His hat was placed to the side, and his fair and delicate face looked more determined than usual due to his iron-blooded appearance.    

    

However, his temperament was still gloomy and cold. He sat there quietly, thinking about something.    

    

Gong Suhe suddenly felt that Zhai Xingchen's parents definitely did not care about him.    

    

After all, as parents, they should know what kind of situation their son was in.    

    

The military training for the first year of high school was basically all about taking the right steps, taking the right path, shooting targets, and off-road activities. It was simply not suitable for a person who walked with obstacles.    

    

Actually, as long as Zhai Xingchen's parents went to school to communicate with the teachers, it would be completely fine. Now that it was like this, what was the meaning of him going to the military training?    

    

Although Teacher Hu was the form teacher, his responsibilities were only to listen to the school's arrangements and manage the students well. Naturally, he could not make decisions for Zhai Xingchen on his own.    

    

When Gong Suhe thought of this, she retracted her gaze.    

    

As a descendant of the Gong Family, although she was a girl, she still had basic training and self-defense training since she was young, so she was not worried about the military training for the next week.    

    

Listening to Lin Qi and her classmates' chattering, Gong Suhe began to wander around the world, thinking about the formula assignment that Helian Qing gave her last night.    

    

Very soon, it was eight o'clock. Starting from Grade One Class one, each class queued up and went to the school gate to get on the bus.    

    

Gong Suhe and the others were Class Three, and they were closer to the front.    

    

Everyone carried their luggage and walked out one by one.    

    

Gong Suhe stood up and saw from the corner of her eye that a boy in the front row of Zhai Xingchen turned his head and asked Zhai Xingchen something.    

    

However, Zhai Xingchen did not respond. One of his hands was controlling the wheelchair while the other was carrying a black suitcase.    

    

Gong Suhe was secretly surprised. She did not expect that Zhai Xingchen looked thin and seemed to be quite strong.    

    

Everyone went out one after another. Zhai Xingchen was the last one hanging.    

    

He was the last student in the class, so naturally, he would follow the students from Class Four.    

    

Some students deliberately maintained a distance of two meters from him. They whispered softly, as if they were saying, "Look, that's the person in the wheelchair from Class Three."    

    

However, Zhai Xingchen seemed to be accustomed to such a situation. He continued to quietly turn the wheelchair and carry his luggage as he followed the group.