Yan Xianjue had no idea that Lin Shi was truly arranging everything in Shenzhen with the mindset of settling his affairs.
At that moment, he stood on the training field, staring speechlessly at the fact that only half the class had shown up for military training.
And nearly all of that half were his former high school classmates.
Wasn't that ratio a little too lopsided?
Even though Yan Xianjue had never studied probability, he knew it shouldn't have turned out like this.
As for why he said nearly all of them, Qi Tianchou was mixed in there too. Yan Xianjue was as precise with his wording as ever.
Yan Xianjue quietly asked Zhou Ye, "Where is everyone?"
Zhou Ye replied indifferently, "Sick leave."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Yan Xianjue frowned, unable to understand. "They're all sick?"
Zhou Ye leaned over and muttered with amusement, "Did you seriously not look into our major beforehand?"
He shook his head, wearing a profoundly mysterious expression. "They'll come this afternoon."
Yan Xianjue said, "Get your riddle-spewing ass out of Shenzhen."
"Pfft." The boy standing beside them failed to hold back his laughter.
Before the instructor noticed, he immediately swallowed it back down.
It was not until they were dismissed for a break that Yan Xianjue caught the ice cream Zhou Ye tossed him, tore open the wrapper, and took a bite. "What exactly is going on?"
Zhou Ye tugged part of his jacket out from beneath Yan Xianjue's butt and plopped down on it himself.
He complained, "Your eldest brother may have chosen this major for you, but you could at least have looked into it yourself."
"Hardly anyone from our major ever attends military training. Everyone has a sick leave note."
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Yan Xianjue carefully recalled how, at the dinner table, Yan