The Domineering Instructor and His Sweetheart

Thirteen years ago, during military training, he bent down to tie my shoelace, and the gleam of his military badge dazzled me. Thirteen years later, we met again at a badminton club. His smash was so fierce it knocked my racket out of my hand. “Hey, kiddo, your skills have gotten rusty.” As he picked up my racket, his fingertip brushed my palm. Later, I pulled out my middle school diary and showed it to him. “Instructor Qin, I’ve had a crush on you for ten years.” He held my chin and chuckled. “What a coincidence. When I was tying your shoelace back then, I thought…” “Such a delicate little girl. I’ll have to train you myself someday.”