Black Charcoal Mo Jingchun

After all the companies retreated in an orderly fashion according to sequence, they left the training ground and everyone dispersed.

The instructors left, and no one knew when they left. Perhaps... it was probably when they heard that neat sound of running.

In just half a month, the figures of the instructors were already deeply etched in their minds: lovable, serious, and unwavering...

In Mo Jingchun's opinion, the instructors were a group of lovable people, just like them, the students, because the instructors were also a group of teenagers under twenty, just like them.

The maturity on the instructors' faces, if it weren't for the fact that the instructor said he was only eighteen during break time, Mo Jingchun and the others would never have been able to tell or even imagine it.

Without goodbyes or farewells, a group of lovable people silently returned to the barracks. Next, what awaited them was the retirement of the old soldiers.

In the words of the instructor, "Before retiring, I can still be a company commander, leading a whole company of new recruits. This life was worth it."

Without any surprises, it was almost impossible for all the students to meet their respective instructors again, even if they were in the same city!

As for meeting by chance a few years later, by then, who would still recognize whom?

Even if they saw a stranger who might have been their university new student military training instructor, who would go and ask under uncertain circumstances?

Mo Jingchun took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, and then walked with a smile towards Senior Zhang Huizhen and Senior Yang Wenzhao, who were standing not far away.

Zhang Huizhen held Candy's little hand and waved it at Mo Jingchun, who was walking over, muttering:

"Candy, look who that is?"

Mo Jingchun clapped his hands and opened his arms, inviting his sister Candy into his embrace.

Candy, who was originally drinking milk, forgot to put the bottle she was holding in her right hand into her mouth after seeing Mo Jingchun, who had taken off his hat.

The little fellow stretched her neck, looking left and right, her eyes still a little uncertain.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, Mo Jingchun."

"Your sister is starting to doubt if you're her brother."

"I told you a long time ago to buy some sunscreen and apply it, but you didn't listen. Now look, after military training, the fair-skinned boy has turned into Bao Qingtian."

Beside them, the taciturn Yang Wenzhao also grinned when he heard Bao Qingtian.

He had to admit, if he had a crescent moon, he would really look like a special edition Bao Qingtian.

Mo Jingchun rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't expect it to be this serious."

Saying that, Mo Jingchun frowned, "It's not a big deal to be a little darker, it's a healthy color, but I don't know why, the skin on my arms and neck has started to peel off. I can pull off large pieces, and after pulling it off, that area looks particularly white in contrast to the black skin next to it."

"Look," Mo Jingchun extended his right arm, and there was a very obvious white patch on his elbow.

Yang Wenzhao glanced at it and said calmly, "It's normal, just dead skin. Some people's bodies are like this. Several people in our class had the same situation after military training."

Mo Jingchun breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. I was originally planning to go to the hospital for a check-up. I thought it was..."

"It's vitiligo."

Mo Jingchun nodded awkwardly.

Yang Wenzhao hummed, "It does look a bit like it. Those guys in our class thought the same thing back then. Although they felt the possibility of getting vitiligo at the same time was almost zero, they still went to the hospital together for a check-up. The result was meaningless, it was just dead skin."

Candy, who had been looking for a long time, finally confirmed who it was after hearing Mo Jingchun's voice and smelling the familiar scent.

Mo Jingchun didn't need to reach out; the little one bent down herself, wanting Mo Jingchun to hold her.

Holding his sister Candy, Mo Jingchun put the bottle in her mouth, then thanked the substitute Senior Zhang Huizhen and substitute Senior Yang Wenzhao, saying, "Seniors, thank you for the past half month. Thank you for taking care of my sister for so long."

"The day after tomorrow is Saturday. I don't know if you're free, but I'd like to treat you and Na Jie to a meal. Yes, I'll cook it myself."

Zhang Huizhen was originally going to refuse. Mo Jingchun wanting to treat her, Yang Wenzhao, and Na Jie to a meal outside would cost at least two or three hundred yuan. However, when she heard Mo Jingchun say he would cook it himself, Zhang Huizhen's eyes lit up.

He could cook, and he dared to treat them, which at least showed he was confident in his cooking.

A treasure of a boy!!!

"Okay, okay, if Junior is treating, we must have time!" After saying that, Zhang Huizhen gave Yang Wenzhao, who was standing there indifferent, a threatening look, as if to say, "If you dare to refuse, you're finished."

"I'm also free on Saturday," Yang Wenzhao said with a slight twitch of his mouth, nodding.

"That's great, it's settled then. I'll go back and ask Na Jie if she's free on Saturday noon or Saturday evening, and I'll QQ you to let you know whether it's noon or evening."

"Okay, no problem."

After parting ways with Senior Yang Wenzhao and Senior Zhang Huizhen, Mo Jingchun happily carried his sister back to the apartment building. Along the way, his sister Candy kept looking at his face from time to time, and even used her little hand to touch the areas where his skin color was different.

The little one's mind was full of big question marks.

Candy: ?????

After the military training ended, the school gave them a day off, plus the normal weekend rest on Saturday and Sunday, making a total of three days of short holiday.

By evening, when Mo Jingchun took his sister out for a stroll, there were almost no people wearing military training uniforms on campus. However, walking around campus, you could tell at a glance whether someone was a new student who had just enrolled this year.

Because all the new students, like Mo Jingchun, had a different skin color than the seniors – healthy black.

Don't look at how many girls, and even boys, applied sunscreen, but it still couldn't resist the scorching sun.

It was just that Mo Jingchun, who hadn't taken any measures, looked even darker compared to them.

Mo Jingchun had checked on his phone. Under normal circumstances, the tan from new student military training like theirs would fade back to white in one to two months, depending on the degree of tanning.

Along the way, Mo Jingchun found that most of the people he met were new students. There were fewer seniors than new students.

However, Mo Jingchun glanced at the brightly lit library not far away, and the answer was already obvious.

The learning atmosphere is really important, and it's also contagious. If you find that the people around you are working hard and studying, you'll find that you'll also become like them, starting to calm down and put your mind into studying.

Conversely, if you stay in an environment without any learning atmosphere, unless you are very self-disciplined, you will also become one of them.

Wanting to be like a lotus, emerging from the mud unstained, is not that simple.