The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 452 - 371

"The steamed crab is ready for you, but Bai Kafei secretly ate a little. Maybe he wanted to try it for you, or he might be thinking of you."

The voice paused here, followed by a gentle and playful chuckle from the receiver, "I mean, both the cat and I miss you very much."

The reason a routine can win people’s hearts is because no matter how many times it’s said, it always makes hearts flutter.

Or maybe it’s because of the person who’s saying it.

Rong Zhi hurriedly stopped the voice message but accidentally pressed replay and listened to it all over again. Even worse, because she didn’t have it near her ear, the system automatically recognized it as needing to be played out loud.

Bai Su’s deep and soothing voice echoed in the cafeteria.

She could only cough heavily twice to cover up.

But unfortunately, Song Yue, being close, still heard it.

He turned his head toward Rong Zhi, who rarely showed a trace of embarrassment, like discovering a new world, "You actually get shy?"

Rong Zhi: "..."

Where did he see that she was shy??

Yet Song Yue felt that her gaze was an admission, and he chuckled lightly, "No worries, I’m not judging you. Being shy is normal for girls, I understand."

Rong Zhi was expressionless, "...You’re overthinking."

"Have a boyfriend, huh?" The head instructor suddenly joined in, teasingly saying, "I thought you broke up a long time ago. I was considering introducing someone to you."

So who exactly is spreading rumors about her breakup outside?

Rong Zhi put her phone back in her pocket, raised an eyebrow with unclear intent, and clicked her tongue, "No need, my guy’s great."

Song Yue seemed to remember something, abruptly turning his head toward the hanging roast duck, "I was wondering why there suddenly appeared so many roast ducks. Could it be Mr. Bai who bought them?"

Rong Zhi curled her lips but said nothing.

Song Yue found himself speechless; it was the first time he had been used by someone without being able to refute, especially since the roast duck was genuinely delicious. Even the head instructor guessed it upon hearing but still didn’t issue punishment, huh.

Who can resist the lure of good food.

"Envious," the head instructor grumbled, taking a bite of the duck leg, savoring the flavor, and mumbled, "I miss my wife. Her duck sauce is amazing. I’ll bring some for you all to try when there’s a chance."

But that’s just talk; after military training, they would part ways, and seeing each other again across vast distances would be uncertain.

Rong Zhi had the cafeteria auntie distribute the roast ducks to the students, while she returned to the dorm with a carton of milk. Her roommates, who hadn’t seen food like that in half a month, eyed the milk like starving wolves spotting prey.

Each person gulped down two bottles, swiftly finishing half, while Rong Zhi hadn’t touched hers at all. She waited until everyone lay content on the floor, then said leisurely, "Tomorrow’s the military training parade."

"Right," Shang Qiqi sprang up, letting out a loud burp, "Zhi Zhi, are you worried?"

In truth, there were many voices among students skeptical of their class. Without formal drill instructor training, every session left them too exhausted to move, leading many to see their class as lifeless and insignificant.

Rong Zhi sat on the bedside, as she was sleeping on the upper bunk, one long leg on the ladder like she intended to jump down. Su Shaoguang, who was in the lower bunk, instinctively moved aside for her.

"Not worried." She easily jumped to the lower bunk.

Su Shaoguang: "Are you really confident in us?"

Rong Zhi’s gaze seemed thoughtful, contemplating as she said, "Sort of."

Su Shaoguang: "..."

Your gaze tells me that’s not true.

No matter if they worried or not, the military training parade had to go on.

This was the annual competition marking the end of military training, with all classes assembling in formation at the playground. The head instructor surveyed from atop a high platform, then picked up the whistle hanging from his chest, blowing a loud, clear signal.

"Bring out all your training results from this period, but remember, friendship first, competition second! Now, I announce the start of the 156th Freshmen Military Training Parade!"

Classes not scheduled for this turn waited on the side, chatting as two classes stood unrestrainedly together.

"Hey, what do you think, after this class, it’ll be Rong Zhi’s class. Do you think they can get an A?"

The military training parade used a grading system from A to F, rated by five instructors.

"Probably, but only one. Rong Zhi leading at the front wouldn’t result in zero A grades. But as for the others, forget about it."

"The others are a drag. Yesterday, I saw them resting during breaks. Under such circumstances, dreaming of double As? Impossible."

The one asking agreed with a nod, and soon the topic drifted elsewhere.

After all, it was a settled matter, not worth wasting discussion time on.

When Mechanical Engineering Class Six achieved four As and descended to rest, the classmates joyfully hugged, their excitement contagious to everyone present, with envy visible in their eyes.

They almost clinched five As, and unsurprisingly, Mechanical Engineering would claim the first-place honor in this military training parade.

Once the excitement subsided, the audience became much more apathetic toward the next class, looking less attentive than before.

"March!"

A crisp, bright female voice rang out amid whispers, resounding clearly.

Next to Rong Zhi stood another girl, the one who had called the slogan just now.

Rong Zhi’s throat was injured from training the team from day one, so she made arrangements with Shang Qiqi to assist her by shouting the slogans.

With the neuro-surgical Class Two’s classmates responding to the order and marching to the center, their moves were impressively coordinated.

The head instructor, almost dozing off, suddenly perked up and brightened his eyes, intensely watching the team in front.

Shang Qiqi loudly announced the class, then the formal exercises began, transitioning from basic tasks to combat techniques and further to shooting; not a single mishap occurred, as if they truly formed a trained army with honed skills.

After the drill concluded, the head instructor was the first to stand and applaud.

With him setting the example, the other four instructors naturally had to get up, so during score assessment, seeing those brilliant five As, the students were not at all surprised.

This drill, winning unanimous instructor recognition and awe from students, earned their heartfelt respect while leaving them flush with excitement.

No one dared to call Rong Zhi’s class a disorganized bunch anymore.

The neuro-surgical Class Two received five As from the military training instructors and became the only class on the field to achieve all As, naturally securing first place in the competition after tallying scores.

This was the first collective honor for their class.

The classmates were overjoyed, lifting each other and spinning around. When it was Rong Zhi’s turn, they lacked the nerve but eagerly looked at her.

Rong Zhi calmly stepped back, pointing at Song Yue, "Throw him instead."

Song Yue, ready to enjoy the show, was suddenly the focus: "???"

The clown is me?!

"Third Young Master, I think your approach isn’t fair. We’re all about to part ways—wait, wait, slow down, am I not heavy enough! Don’t throw, don’t throw!"

Rong Zhi crossed her arms, watching Song Yue being tossed up and caught again, feeling her decision to reject this celebration method was quite wise.