1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

Chapter 487 Stealing the limelight

After a week of arduous military training, the freshmen who had just entered the school seemed to have shed a layer of skin and were all exhausted.

Every day, before the sky turns light, the sharp wake-up whistle sounds like a sharp blade, abruptly breaking the silence and urging the students to struggle out of their sleep.

After quickly tidying up and washing up, everyone has to rush to the playground to start a whole day of high-intensity training.

On the training ground, the scorching sun baked the earth so hot that it seemed to melt the soles of shoes.

As everyone stood at attention, sweat kept dripping from their foreheads and cheeks, dripping onto the hot ground and evaporating instantly, but no one dared to move at all.

They marched in step, over and over again, lifting their legs and swinging their arms until their muscles were sore and numb, just for the neat and uniform steps that the coach talked about.

After training every night, everyone was exhausted. They returned to the dormitory, washed up simply, and fell asleep. The snoring sounds came one after another, as if telling of the hard work of the week.

We finally made it to Sunday, and this day was extremely precious to the students.

Li Weiguo woke up early that morning.

He was thinking about his family at home, so he dressed and washed carefully early in the morning, trying not to make any noise, for fear of disturbing his roommates' rare good sleep.

However, he suddenly remembered that Wang Yong and Liu Fusheng had mentioned before that they wanted to go out for a walk on Sunday.

He walked to their bedside, gently pushed them, and asked softly: "Wang Yong, Liu Fusheng, wake up. Today is Sunday. Didn't you say you wanted to go out for a walk? How about coming home with me and I'll take you around?"

Wang Yong poked his head out from under the quilt sleepily, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.

He looked tired and said weakly, "Weiguo, my body feels like it's falling apart. I really don't have the strength to go out. Let's wait until next week. We can go together next week."

Liu Fusheng also echoed, raised his head slightly, and pulled a bitter smile on his face: "Yeah, I just want to have a good sleep now, I don't want to move at all, let's defend the country next week!"

Li Weiguo looked at his roommates' tired appearance, his heart full of understanding and care, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, then you have a good rest, and tell me when you want to go."

Then he looked around and asked softly, "Is there anything you need me to bring?"

At this time, Zhang Jianguo, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, poked his head out, rubbed his eyes, yawned and said, "Weiguo, no need, I don't need anything urgently, so I won't bother you to make a trip. Please be careful on the way."

Su Jincheng, who was sleeping in the lower bunk, replied in a muffled voice, "That's right, Weiguo, we are all grown men, how can we not handle such a small matter? You can go home without any worries, and don't worry about us."

Seeing this, Li Weiguo began to pack his backpack and prepare to go home.

In this dormitory, he and Yang Qiming are both locals and can go home on weekends.

At this time, Yang Qiming had also packed up and was preparing to go out.

Zhao Shuheng also woke up. He pushed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, looked at the two people who were busy, and asked curiously: "Weiguo, Qiming, how are you two going to get home?"

Before Li Weiguo could speak, Yang Qiming said with a look of superiority: "I'll take the bus back. Weiguo, how about we go together? Although it's a bit crowded, it's still convenient."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

It turned out that Yang Qiming grew up in the old city and had a wealthy family.

He thinks that being able to take public transportation frequently is something worth showing off, as if it represents his uniqueness.

Li Weiguo's mind instantly flashed to the suffocating scene in the bus filled with all kinds of sweat and odor. He couldn't help but frowned, smiled and shook his head: "No, Qiming, I'd better walk back."

In fact, he had his own "secret weapon", which was why he didn't want to squeeze on the bus with Yang Qiming.

He thought that riding a bike could avoid the unpleasant smell, was fast, and he could also enjoy the scenery along the way. Why not?

After hearing what Li Weiguo said, Yang Qiming's face flashed with surprise, and then he immediately concluded in his heart that Li Weiguo's family was not well off and he was reluctant to spend money on the bus.

He curled his lips and muttered quietly, "It's so tiring to walk back. The bus is more convenient. I just can't bear to spend the two cents on the fare."

Although the sound was small, the dormitory was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone heard it clearly.

Li Weiguo understood the meaning of his words, but he was not angry and just smiled faintly.

Although we had lived in the same dormitory for a week, we only introduced ourselves briefly. After all, the time we had known each other was short, so no one talked in depth about family details.

Li Weiguo felt that there was no need to explain such a small matter. There was a long time to come, and after getting along for a long time, everyone would naturally know what kind of people each other was. There was no need to argue over such a trivial matter.

He put on his backpack, turned to his roommates and said, "I'm leaving first. Everyone have a good rest. See you on Monday morning." After that, he walked out of the dormitory with brisk steps.

Yang Qiming watched Li Weiguo's departing back, still wondering in his heart, "Has Li Weiguo eaten himself into poverty? He has a car but doesn't want to take it, but has to walk on his own."

When he packed his things and walked slowly to the bus stop to wait for the bus, he saw Li Weiguo riding a brand new bicycle passing by from afar.

The shiny body of the bicycle shone brightly in the sun. Li Weiguo stood tall with a smile on his face, and his riding speed was no less than that of the bus.

Yang Qiming couldn't help but stand there in a daze, his face turning pale and red.

Only then did he realize how narrow-minded his thinking was.

Li Weiguo didn't take the bus with him, not because of his poor family background, but because he had a bicycle and didn't have to squeeze into the bus like him.

Fortunately, no other students saw it, otherwise his roommates would definitely look at him strangely.

Since the beginning of the school year, Li Weiguo has really stolen the limelight in the class. He just can't stand Li Weiguo being so high-profile.

Isn't Li Weiguo just taller and more handsome than him? In other aspects, he is not as good as Li Weiguo.

Don't be fooled by Li Weiguo's arrogant look during military training. He might just be a muscular, simple-minded and reckless man.

When school starts to learn professional knowledge, he must perform well in front of the teacher.

He wanted to use his strength to tell his classmates that he, Yang Qiming, was the best one in Class Three.

By then, Li Weiguo's position as squad leader will definitely fall on him. Whenever he thinks of that scene, he feels very proud.

It’s just that Li Weiguo was riding a new bicycle just now, which made him very jealous.

His family is well-off and his parents are both workers in a machine repair factory. They are one of the best families in the compound, but there are many brothers and sisters in the family, and his parents are reluctant to buy him a new bicycle.

What are the conditions at Li Weiguo's home? Are they better than his?