Part Three, Chapter 55: Chase 12

ark. 。"What's wrong" she asked with concern. 。He shook his head, refusing to speak, but he looked at her earnestly, his eyes filled with love and guilt. 。Shu Tinglan was such a sensitive person. Just...Finally, I managed to climb onto the third layer of the wooden platform and stood up slowly. I was no longer forced to crawl around like I had during the day.

Just as she stood steady, she suddenly saw a figure standing below. Startled, she instantly lost her balance and fell straight down.

The safety ropes on her body could only ensure safety, and couldn't reduce any sense of weightlessness. Terrified, she fell directly into the arms of the figure below.

Right by my ear was a familiar voice, carrying the quietness of the night: "Did you do anything productive this afternoon"

There is no air of authority from the instructors at this moment.

Chen Ning's blood rushed to her face, her heart pounding. To hide her racing heartbeat, she pretended to complain: "My partner disappeared this afternoon, so no one came with me to practice."

Song Jingye: "Well, the partner wasn't really up to par. Now your instructor will train with you."

It's a good thing it was night, so you couldn't see how red her face was.

Song Jingye had already let go of her and went straight to the third layer platform, standing there. He knew Chen Ning would be fine returning to this third layer.

Chen Ling responded with a burst of energy and climbed up. When she reached the third floor, with an extra person, she swayed violently, very unsteady. She was on the verge of falling again when Song Jingye reached out and grabbed her waist. His arms were more secure than the safety rope, and his body was as stable as a pine tree. As she leaned against him, all her weight rested on him, and she instantly stopped swaying.

"Thank you, uncle," she blurted out, her gratitude coming after a moment of calm.

Song Jingye let out a cold snort. "You can still call me Instructor Song."

He held her waist in his hands, steadied her and said, "Let go and see if you can stand."

"Okay." Chen Ling's reply came instantly, yet her tone was stiff again.

Song Jingye first loosened one hand and instructed.

To balance, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and lower your center of gravity slightly. Remember how your legs are working now, and next time stand feeling the same way.

Chen Ling's reply seems to be standing firm.

"Can I"

"Okay." With his guidance, she knew how to engage her leg muscles, so she stood very steadily.

"Now, try reaching your hands up and grab the round log above." He was much more patient than during the day, teaching her step-by-step.

But this layer is almost 1.8 meters apart, she can reach it, wanting to jump up, that's definitely impossible.

She hung her hands on the round log above, looking sideways at Song Jingye, "Uncle, how do you climb up" She asked sincerely, she wasn't a superhero, how could she get up

And in private, she would call him Captain Song with utmost seriousness, unable to utter his name.

Song Jingye didn't argue with her anymore. Just like during the day, he let her stand on his knee for leverage.

“Did I step on it” she said.

"It's not like I haven't stepped on it before."

Chen Ning returned the favor by stepping on his knee and with a slight push, climbed up to the next level.

Every layer after that was like this: she climbed higher and higher with Song Jingye's help. At each level, when she almost fell, Song Jingye would wrap his arms around her waist and hold her securely against him.

At first, Song Jingye didn't think too much of it. He just saw her practicing here, swaying and stumbling clumsily, so he came over to give her some guidance.

But whenever he hugged her waist, his palms would get hot, and by the top level, his palms would almost sweat.

When they reached the upper levels, to exercise her balance, he would occasionally deliberately shake the log she stood on with a large amplitude, causing her to stumble and fall into him.

in one's arms.

By then, he couldn't tell if he was trying to improve her balance or just wanted to hold her waist.

Chen Ling, upon completing her first task, climbed to the top and stood 12 meters in the air. Her heart pounded with fear; it was terrifying.

She realized belatedly, "Uncle, how do we get down"

They haven't trained to this point yet, so Instructor Zhang didn't explain how to proceed this afternoon.

Song Jingye remained calm. "I'll take you down."

He pulled her close, then, using the safety rope, descended vertically from 12 meters high with her.

Chen Ling was frightened and instinctively hugged him tightly with both hands, burying her head in his chest. In that moment of weightlessness, she let out a muffled cry. Then, just as quickly, her feet touched the ground.

Standing on solid ground gives a sense of security.

Song Jingye had one hand around her waist and the other around her back. When they reached the ground, he didn't immediately let go. It was as if, after all this time, the frustration he had been carrying had lessened considerably.

He had a few vague thoughts flitting through his mind, uncertain and jumbled.

Two years ago, his mother set him up on several blind dates. He wasn't satisfied with any of them and didn't feel a connection. His mother asked him, "What kind of person are you actually looking for"

He replied at the time, "You always have to find someone you want to hug and kiss as soon as you see them. Isn't that the most basic thing about being a couple If you don't even have those thoughts about your significant other, how can it work."

He wondered, was this love, or sex

In Chen Ning's arms, she felt him holding on tighter than usual. She wrapped her hand around his and didn't let go either, a small flame flickering in her heart.

This little ember has always burned in her heart, never fading. It just needs a little wind to fan it into a roaring fire that will consume her.

Having thought this through, she let go of his hand, pushed him away to stand straight, cleared her throat, and forced a relaxed tone: "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Instructor Song. I guess I'll be the first one to pass this assessment again."

Efforts will lead to increasing confidence, she has never lacked the courage to face challenges.

Oh, no, it's lacking in emotional connection because the other person has their own will and won't change because of her efforts.

Song Jingye came back to his senses, looking at her confident appearance, he thought it was good, and smiled: "Well, you're the best. Get some rest early."

Two people walked toward the dormitory building under the dim lights of the training ground.

Without a word, Song Jingye's heart lifted from its previous gloom. He felt lighter. After sending her to the dormitory building, he turned and left.

The next day, we continued training on the giant ladder project. Several students had grasped the technique and were able to climb to the top layer, albeit clumsily.

And Song Jingye today also broke new ground by not disappearing, staying on the field with Chen Ling to practice, but being much stricter than last night. If she wasn't standing steady, he would tug her arm at most and immediately let go. He was very protective of his public image outside.

The two worked together seamlessly and soon reached the top. Chen Ling thought back, she was going to descend vertically like last night. She glanced at Song Jingye's particularly reassuring chest, thinking that she should take it easy today and not lean on him as closely as last night.

Then, she saw Xu Haocheng and Tao Kaiyan, who were training on the other giant ladder, at the top. After they reached the top, Zhang Jiao, their instructor, was using a megaphone to shout from below: "There's a slide beside you, come down from the slide."

Chen Ning also glanced at the giant slide next to her, where she was standing.

Therefore

There is no need to fall vertically using a safety belt.

Song Jingye remained impassive: "All sorts of possibilities for failure exist. I let you experience it beforehand last night."peaking."Yao Yao" Gu Ruandong's voice came, at first it sounded normal, gentle and affectionate, but Lu Yaoyao could hear the slight impatience hidden in his tone.The sour feeling I had just suppresse...