Chapter 279
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When Ye Chien received the notice, it was the day before Gao Yiyang left for Australia.
To him, she was the Cinnabar Mole in his heart, but to Ye Chien... they were just classmates, not even friends.
Ye Ying was the only one in the village who knew that Gao Yiyang had visited. She even called him the day before he left. Ye Ying wanted to salvage her image, but Gao Yiyang still treated her coldly.
At this time, Ye Ying realized that not everyone could forgive her mistakes. Even Gao Yiyang, who used to like her a lot, would not let himself get to know her again just because she lowered herself and took the initiative to contact him.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Ying threw all the clothes in her wardrobe onto the floor and the bed as if she had gone crazy. She no longer screamed or roared like before. Instead, she vented her anger in silence.
"Ye Chien! Ye Chien! " Every time she threw a piece of clothing, she hated Ye Chien. It was as if she treated the clothes as Ye Chien for her to vent her anger on.
Every time she went crazy, she seemed to become gentler. In addition, Ye Zhifan did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to send her to the province to participate in all kinds of training. This made her temperament even more refined. Ye Ying, who was about to become a high school freshman, became slender and elegant. She gave off a refreshing feeling like a lotus flower.
She constantly pretended to be a noble person in the south, while Ye Chien underwent dangerous and arduous training in the north.
Ye Chien never knew that a person's potential was so limitless. He also did not know that after this summer vacation, her willpower had been tempered to be as strong as steel.
From the south to the north, crossing more than half of the motherland, Ye Jian came to this plateau where there were herds of wild horses. Less than ten days after coming here, Ye Jian felt so tired that she felt like she had shed a layer of skin. She was tired both physically and mentally.
After climbing into the herdsman's carriage, Ye Chien collapsed on the thick grass. He was so tired that he could not even lift a finger.
Principal Chen chatted happily with the herdsmen. He spoke Tibetan very fluently, as if he had returned to his hometown.
The moment he entered the Tibetan area, he was completely different from before. It was as if … he was a native Tibetan!
Ye Chien did not understand this language, which sounded like a paradise to him. He only knew that he wanted to rest, but his cerebral cortex was exceptionally excited.
That was because in today's confrontation, her shooting speed was faster than Principal Chen's by about two seconds and she hit the target.
This was the first round of dynamic training, and he was faster than Principal Chen! No matter how tired he was, he was still excited.
In July, the Tibetan area was as beautiful as a painting. During the day, the green grass, snow mountains, and blue sky were connected. At night, the sky was full of stars. Every star was shining with the brightest light, like a diamond that could be picked at any time.
When the sky gradually darkened, the herdsmen began to sing. Their deep voices were powerful and high-spirited. Even if they did not understand the meaning of the simple melody, they could feel the passion for life and hear their happiness.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ye Chien and Principal Chen disassembled their two sniper rifles and put them in their bags after every training session. They only carried a pistol with 12 bullets. From the south to the north, not a single bullet had been fired.
"Miss Jian, we can sleep in the tent tonight." In front of them, Principal Chen, who was chatting with the herdsmen until he seemed to have forgotten about Ye Chien, turned his head and said to her, "You are sleeping with Uncle Cizha's daughter, Yang Jin. You are about the same age, so you can communicate."
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