Chapter 39: Confinement Treatment

  Song Jing Shi laughed with glee.

  "You're still talking tough, listen to what you're saying!"

  Don't worry, our books are well-written and have a good moral compass, how could they possibly be corrupted by the decadent ideology of capitalism?

  "Go to sleep, stop thinking about useless things all day."

  Zhang Yunping carefully thought of her little son's appearance and indeed there was no abnormal sign, only then did she feel relieved.

  ……

  On the other side, Song Jingzhu hung up the phone and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Song Shuyu's mother said that girl might be her son's designated daughter-in-law, and told me to take good care of her."

  "So you mean - it has nothing to do with her?"

  "This has really become a hot potato! The gate still needs to be closed, but necessary attention is also needed. You take care of it." He then casually kicked the ball back into Liu Daoyi's hands.

  "Then I'm off."

  Liu Daoyi felt extremely depressed after hearing his superior's words. If it was really the girl that Song Shuyu had taken a liking to, and she was locked up by him like this, he knew that Song would definitely be furious with him.

  He immediately hurriedly walked towards the large courtyard of the isolation room.

  The sentinel on duty was depressed, it's almost eleven o'clock, why did the leader come to inspect personally?

  Liu Daoyi beckoned him over and asked a question in a low voice before being directly led to the door of the isolation room.

  He waved his hand, signaling the sentry to retreat, and glanced at Ouyang Mengmeng's confinement room. The girl was wrapped in a quilt, sleeping soundly with steady and long breathing.

  He shook his head in astonishment. This was indeed the style of a young lady, and she could really sleep soundly after causing such a big disturbance, and still be able to sleep with a clear conscience!

  He shook his head, turned around and walked two more steps, it was the isolation cell where Sang Hong was being held. He hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and looked through the small window on the door of the isolation cell - he couldn't bear to do so anymore.

  That tender and delicate little girl suffered such a great grievance, I'm afraid she's crying now!

  Suddenly, he stared with wide eyes, the thin quilt facing the door was neatly stacked, and there wasn't even a shadow of anyone!

  How is it possible?

  He shifted his body slightly and looked again under the light of the corridor lamp, and indeed there was no one!

  Who has the guts to release that girl privately?

  It's just a little while ago that Song Shuyu could reach here with his hand, it's unlikely.

  In the room, just that little bit of space, his eyes scanned suspiciously and saw a pair of eyes emitting a faint glow staring back at him from the base of the wall opposite him.

  What a thing!

  He suddenly jumped in fright, blinked his eyes, composed himself and took a closer look, only to see that it was a slender figure standing upside down.

  He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief - what on earth is going on here?

  This girl not only didn't cry, but was actually practicing handstands!

  "San Hong, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?" he asked in a low voice.

  Xiang Hong thought it was a sentry checking the post and was being stared at uncomfortably, but when she heard that warm voice of the school leader who had the power to dispose of them, she quickly flipped over, stood up, stood upright, and saluted.

  "Reporting for duty, self-reflection complete, now taking a rest!"

  This voice is full of vigor and vitality, crisply conveying a state of high spirits.

  Liu Daoyi watched the series of neat and standard military salute movements, heard this sound that made people feel comfortable, and the stone pressed at the bottom of his heart suddenly became not so heavy.

  This mental state is far from the appearance of a young girl who has been hurt.

  He couldn't help but laugh and became a bit more interested, saying: "Then tell me, what did you reflect on that made you realize where you were wrong?"

  "Reporting to the leader, I shouldn't have shown off in front of all my classmates, causing a bad influence;"

  However, the senior sister and I are comrades-in-arms, we may still fight in the same trench in the future. I don't want the conflict to escalate too much. You can handle it impartially and give punishment, I have no complaints."

  The sound of the mulberry was clear and melodious, and Liu Daoyi felt a thousand emotions.

  "Publicly telling lies" is said to be "showing off one's cleverness", and the subtlety of it shows craftsmanship, admitting fault to him while not giving others a chance to criticize.

  Liu Daoyi felt more and more relieved as he listened, wondering where Song Shuyu had found such a clever and cute little girl. If he really cultivated her as his girlfriend, it would be his great fortune. Even if that guy was a thousand-year-old iron tree, he should bloom when he met such an adorable little girl.

  "Good, growth requires constant reflection. You can understand the root of the problem so quickly, with time, I believe you will definitely become an excellent soldier."

  "Thank you, leader." Xiang Hong received affirmation, her spirit lifted, and she gave a solemn military salute.

  Liu Daoyi raised his hand to his ear and returned the courtesy: "Get some rest early."

  "Yes!"

  Liu Daoyi turned around and said to the sentry, "It's cold at night, and the bedding in the detention room is still for summer. Send another quilt to those two girls."

  The sentinel saluted and watched him leave, feeling extremely depressed. Is this what it means to be confined? Look at the way I'm being treated!

  What made him even more shocked was yet to come!

  The next morning, the principal's attendant came over and wanted to take Sang Hong away for a talk.

  It's just a fight between two little girls, but it actually alarmed the principal?

  That girl obviously had breakfast with the principal, and when she came back, her face was red and puffy, excited to the point where her eyes were shining brightly.

  She had just sat down in the isolation room for a short while when Liu Daoyi's men came over, saying they wanted to clarify the case. After being taken away, Fang Hong didn't return until after lunchtime, and it was clear that she had eaten too much, even walking slowly.

  What's even more frightening is that after Liu Director took her away, a female leader came over to look for Sang Hong with an arrogant expression. Not seeing him, she poked her head into the simple confinement room and scolded him severely. Finally, she handed him a neatly packaged lunchbox and ordered him to deliver it to Sang Hong before storming off to find the principal.

  The scene was not just the sentinel being confused, even Ouyang Mengmeng looked a bit dazed.

  What's going on with this Xiang Hong, she still doesn't know that she was locked up in solitary confinement, and people from the outside can still come to visit her.

  This coming and going, where is the closure?

  Especially looking at the cold mantou in her hand and the cooled-down dishes, she was so depressed that she felt like vomiting blood.

  What's even more infuriating is that Sang Hong came back, and when faced with the guard's probing questions, she didn't let slip a single word. Instead, she had the guard deliver the lunch to Ouyang Mengmeng, saying maybe it was someone from her family who sent the wrong meal by mistake.

  Holding a delicate dish from Liu's restaurant in her hand, she gazed at it with saliva dripping, but how could she swallow it?

  Her family members would pass by her door, ignoring her pitiful gaze and even giving her the cold shoulder.

  What's even more absurd is that at 3 pm, San Hong's roommate came to visit with a note from the military training instructor, saying that new students' military training cannot be absent, and it was half a day ahead of schedule that San Hong was released from solitary confinement.

  However, this made Ouyang Mengmeng more balanced. Although it was September and the nights were cold, but at noon, the big sun was still poisonous. Thinking of that thin little girl being sunburned or trained to the point where her legs went soft, Ouyang Mengmeng felt refreshed.

  She didn't think that the punch she got yesterday was because of Sang Hong's good skills, but rather thought that the girl was just lucky, and she herself had a big fire in autumn, with weak Qi and dry lungs, so she accidentally spat out a little bit of blood.

  To think that such a young girl could be punched until she spat blood, it's like something out of a fantasy novel!