In My Dream ,He Ran Towards Me With Roses

On the second day after the freshman ceremony, the physical training began.

I thought that the training ground was quite far away from his building, so I would not meet him again during this period of time if there was no accident.

However, when I looked up, I was face to face with him.

He had become our instructor.

It was said that in addition to his agility, his sports skills were also very strong. He had been a soldier for a period of time and had excellent grades. In addition, he used to train in this training team before, so he was directly selected as an instructor.

I lowered my head silently as I looked at his overly cold face.

Our fate must have been welded with steel bars.

How could I run into him everywhere?

Probably because I was a little absent-minded, the person who was talking suddenly looked at me.

"Nicole, step forward!"

I couldn't stand being frightened. After being provoked by his words, my damn burp sounded again.

Listening to me burping again and again, he stood with his back to the sun. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was still calm and emotionless.

"Nicole, you'd better eat less, or I'll think you burp because you're nervous."

"What the hell..."

I didn't expect that he was actually good at teasing.

He was also good at punishment.

"Now, show us your quickstep."

I wondered if all instructors were fierce. Anyway, his image at this time was completely different from that in my dream.

His voice, coupled with his unusually serious face, scared me so much that I trembled all over.

I walked in sync.

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

There was a burst of laughter on the sports ground, which made me feel ashamed and annoyed. Just as I was about to fight back, I heard his deep voice overshadow everyone's noise.

"Those who laugh, step forward. Hug your head and squat down 500 times."

He was quite fair.

I decided that when I saw the same face in the evening, I would punish him for walking in sync for an hour.

After almost half a day of training, everyone seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin. When we heard "rest for ten minutes on the spot", no one cared about the image and sat down on the ground.

"Nicole, drink some water."

Just as Grace was about to hand me a bottle of mineral water, I heard a burst of cheers.

I looked sideways and saw a gentle-looking girl in a white dress walking over with a bottle of water.

"Lucas, you must be tired. This is for you."

Lucas did not take it. Instead, he glanced at us onlookers with a serious expression.

"Sorry, my girlfriend had a bad temper. She will be angry with me if I accept other girls' gifts."

The girl looked a little awkward.

"When did Lucas have a girlfriend? Why didn't I know?"

"Oh, she hasn't agreed yet."

Maybe it was because he was too self-righteous or because this kind of obvious excuse was too novel, except for the girl who was crying alone, everyone else burst into laughter and secretly took a video.

After the training, the news spread all over the campus.

[Lucas will teach you how to reject the pursuit.]

[I have an ill-tempered girlfriend/boyfriend.]

[She/he hasn't agreed yet.]

[The subtext: Don't pursue me.]

Staring at the cold face on the campus confession wall, I suspected him again.

Was the man in the dream really the man in the real world?

I had to ask him tonight!