Qiao Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Am I going too?"
Qin Shaonan, "Don't want to go?"
Qiao Qiao, "I really want to!"
Qin Shaonan, "Pack a few changes of clothes, and things girls need, someone will come to pick you up later."
"Got it."
Qiao Qiao hung up the phone, left the crowd gossiping in their dorm, and quietly packed her things.
Her roommate during the field exercise, Wang Yan, looked at Qiao Qiao, walked over, sat next to her, and whispered, "Remember to take a few photos for me, lifestyle shots of the male idol."
Qiao Qiao didn't know whether she was laughing or twitching, "Sure!"
Wang Yan, "Good girl, don't worry, I'll just keep them private, won't send them out."
Qiao Qiao nodded, continuing to pack.
Wang Yan, "Let me help you."
Qiao Qiao looked at Wang Yan, "There's nothing to help with, you should go chat."
...
Half an hour later, a female patrol soldier came to Qiao Qiao's dorm, "Who treated Lieutenant Qin's wound?"
Qiao Qiao stepped forward, "It was me."
