CHAPTER 240: CHAPTERS 241-243

——Now, she completely understood.

At the same time——

Mia Ginger’s military training life had also completely ended.

On October 4th, all the instructors left Cloud Capital University.

It was a sunny day.

The autumn air was crisp, and the sunlight was bright.

At eleven in the morning, many students said their final goodbyes to the instructors below the dormitory building.

Of course, Mia Ginger was there too.

She and a few other girls bought a bouquet of lilies, which she held, ready to give to Dallas Taylor before he got in the car.

Thinking about his departure made her somewhat sentimental. Quite surprising!

Mia Ginger shrugged and lowered her head with a soft smile before looking up to see Dallas Taylor emerging with the instructors.

He was still wearing camo and was walking at the front.

Tall and upright like a tower, or like a rifle.

The stern, rigid look on his face had softened, revealing a slight smile and sigh.

Tall and long-legged, he quickly reached Mia Ginger.

He looked down at her from above with lowered eyes.

For the first time, he did not start the conversation, just stood silently with a slight smile, seemingly waiting for her to speak.

"Finally leaving, huh." Mia Ginger looked at him, after a moment, shrugged lightly with a truly heartfelt smile.

Her tone had a hint of reluctance, but very subtle.

Among the over three hundred students in the School of Journalism and Communication, she was the most favored by the instructors.

Among forty girls, she was the most valued by Dallas Taylor.

The list of outstanding students in military training had been reported; she was the first, having earned five credits even before the semester started.

If initially, there had been resistance, defiance, and hostility toward Dallas Taylor, now, all negative emotions had already dissipated.

What’s left was only gratitude.

Gratitude for his rigorous training and instruction, gratitude for the twenty-eight days of strict demands, gratitude to him for helping her develop a stronger heart, making it easier to understand many things.

He was the first teacher she met since starting university.

A drill instructor.

And also a friend.

As Mia Ginger contemplated, the smile on her face deepened.

Dallas Taylor examined her for a while, then with a hearty laugh, sighed and said, "Yes indeed, finally leaving. I’m so happy to leap for joy! Honestly, do you think I enjoy instructing you, I’ve never trained such a lousy bunch."

"..." Mia Ginger looked at him, somewhat at a loss for words.

So instead, she handed over the bouquet of lilies, "For you, the heartfelt wishes from the girls of the ninth platoon."

"Oh?" Dallas Taylor looked down at the bouquet of lilies.

The gentle fragrance lingered at his nose, making him feel slightly intoxicated.

For a moment, he was dazed.

He couldn’t quite tell whether this fragrance came from the pure flowers or from the beautiful young girl in front of him.

The emotion of reluctance came suddenly.

He stood straight, looking at Mia Ginger, and almost wanted to call out, "Little Ginger."

Ultimately, he held back.

With a wave, he smiled and said, "There’s a rule; I’m not allowed to accept anything."

"Ah?" Mia Ginger widened her eyes in surprise, "Who’s so unkind as to set such a rigid rule?"

Dallas Taylor’s expression became curious.

Suddenly, he leaned closer and chuckled, "Who else, King Yama set it, of course."

"Pfft!"

The girls nearby couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

They hadn’t expected the instructors to know the nickname they secretly gave Dallas Taylor.

Dallas Taylor wasn’t upset, he spread his hands and said, "I must lead by example."

"Ah!"

The girls instantaneously expressed dissatisfaction, shouted, "It’s just a bouquet."

Dallas Taylor smiled and shook his head.

A hint of regret showed on Mia Ginger’s face.

Dallas Taylor naturally noticed it and suddenly felt that this bit of regret was so precious.

Thinking briefly, he reached out and plucked a small flower from the edge of the bouquet, saying to Mia Ginger, "Just a gesture, I’ll take a flower."

Mia Ginger smiled, "Um, a flower is good."