She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Gaining Good Friends

“Thank you!” Sheng Ning clenched her fists tightly, feeling incredibly fortunate to have met these friends.

“Hong Mei!” She looked towards Zhang Hongmei, who had remained silent.

When Zhang heard her name, she hung her head and kept quiet.

Zhang Hongmei, accustomed to farm work at home, was in great shape and had impressive endurance after running for so long.

A tinge of melancholy flickered in Sheng Ning’s eyes. She slowly unclenched her fists and continued running without saying anything.

Chen Huaying and Liu Yilan exchanged glances, sharing an unspoken smile.

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Wu Youli, frowning, also called out softly; despite the quietness of her voice, Zhang Hongmei promptly raised her head and smiled back at her.

In an instant, Youli’s eyes became tearful, and she felt a complex mixture of emotions watching Sheng Ning running into the distance.

They didn’t hold grudges in their hearts, but Hong Mei, who placed so much value on performance and results, must have been upset about losing five points this time.

For the members of the War Wolf Rescue Team, running twenty-five laps was a piece of cake, something they could do in the time it took to smoke a cigarette. But for the female comrades, every one of them was exhausted like dogs, struggling to breathe after only twenty laps.

As they finished, the distance between the remaining runners grew larger and larger, but Sheng Ning’s performance was very steady. She consciously controlled her breathing rhythm. Though her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat, her eyes shone brightly, and she carried an unstoppable aura.

From sunset to midnight, a waxing crescent moon hung overhead. By then, no one was around to watch the spectacle on the training field.

The supervising officer, perhaps having previously received an order, announced that the punishment was over after everyone had run twenty laps, and they could return.

Qin Cuifen, exhausted to the point of seeing stars, looked at Sheng Ning with eyes as sharp as poisoned daggers. She couldn’t help but think back to the last party where she had secretly thrown soybeans to trap her, only for Sheng Ning to end up pulling her skirt down. It dawned on her that Sheng Ning might no longer be the same foolish and clumsy person she once knew.

Her dress must have been deliberately torn off by her.

This realization made Cuifen shiver all over, nearly unable to walk.

“Let’s break it up, break it up!” Chen Huaying leaned limply on Wu Youli, and they stumbled back to their dormitory, pulling and tugging at each other.

Liu Yilan snorted coldly, leaving with an air of arrogance.

“Let’s go, Sheng Ning! Let’s hurry back and sleep,” said Youli, who was being dragged by Huaying, looking back as she walked. She had intended to call out to Zhang Hongmei, but when she turned around, she saw that Zhang had already silently returned.

Then she hurriedly called out to Sheng Ning.

“You guys go ahead, I want to stay here alone for a while,” Sheng Ning said, tugging at the corners of her mouth, trying to make her expression less stiff.

Once everyone had left, she continued to run alone on the training field. The moonlight, along with the solitary lights on the field, cast her slender shadow long.

The more Sheng Ning ran, the more clear-headed she became, reflecting on her behavior and thoughts since her rebirth. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

When had she unwittingly started to act and interact with others with a sense of superiority that came from being a reincarnator? This definitely wasn’t right.

She was acutely aware that rebirth was a gift from heaven, but it was definitely not a golden ticket to rely on for survival.

She needed to work doubly hard.

Unanticipatedly, Sheng Ning collided with a rigid wall. As she fell backward from the force, a strong arm suddenly caught her wrist and smoothly pulled her in. Her world spun, and she landed in a broad embrace.

“Do you intend to outperform all of my people?” Xu Qigang’s teasing voice sounded overhead. His eyes, normally serious and sharp during the day, took on a heart-fluttering, intense hue under the moonlight.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Are you too tired to talk after running thirty laps?” Xu Qigang’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.

His helplessness wasn’t directed at her, but at himself. He had already gone to bed, but Liu Chun’s words had made him use counter-surveillance tactics just because he couldn’t rest easy.