The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 315 Searching in the Rainy Night

Most of the wind and rain in the mountains are long and mighty. In the middle of the night in the sleeping bag, Song Ye can still faintly hear the wailing of the trees outside, which sounds a little penetrating in the dark rainy night.

Before he was half asleep and half awake, Song Ye suddenly heard other movements outside, accompanied by one or two exclamations, and then quickly drowned in the sound of rain.

She got out of her sleeping bag and listened attentively. She was sure that someone was calling. There are few people in this remote mountain and field, and the voice was most likely a student.

Now that she heard it, she naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

Putting on her raincoat, she walked out of the cave and followed the sound to the source of the sound.

"Is anyone here? Is there anyone here?" Hurrah, in the torrential rain, a cry came from the pitch-black slope, with anxiety and helplessness mixed in the voice.

Song Ye turned on the miniature flashlight, stood on the hillside and looked down, and vaguely saw a vague voice lying down, soaked by the heavy rain, very embarrassed.

"Who's up there? Help me!" Seemingly sensing a light source, the voice below continued to call out, for fear that the figure on the hillside would leave.

When Song Ye turned around to go to the cave to get the climbing rope, he could still hear hoarse shouts down the hillside, until his voice became hoarse.

"Don't shout, I'll put the rope down and pull you up." Song Ye thought the man was making too much noise, so he had to say something, then let the rope down until the person below grabbed it, and pulled it lightly twice .

"I, my hand is injured." Song Ye was waiting to get the person up, but after a long time, the people below came down with this sentence in frustration.

Song Ye's face was blackened immediately, and he said again, "Tie the rope around your waist." This rich man's son from a rich family has negative survival skills.

After tossing for a long time, the people below finally got it right. Song Ye was too lazy to use the suction of space to pull up the rope until she could see the face on the bottom of the slope clearly, and the two people's eyes met. Eyes, the atmosphere feels weird.

The person who fell down the hill was Mencius Heng.

"Go back first." Song Ye put away the rope, said something lightly, turned around and wanted to leave.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. When I looked back, I saw Meng Ziheng standing there in a mess. He said in embarrassment, "My foot is broken."

Song Ye looked at his left foot, which was awkwardly hidden behind him, and had to go back again to put his arm on his shoulder and help him to transfer.

The dry fire in the cave is as warm as ever, the sleeping bag firewood, and the comfortable hay cushion, just like a primitive appearance of daily life.

Song Ye took off his raincoat and saw that Meng Ziheng was covered in mud and was in a mess, so he showed kindness and gave him a towel, "Wipe dry and take off his clothes."

"What?" Meng Ziheng hadn't recovered from the other party's comfortable living environment when he heard this sentence suddenly, and he didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

"Bake the clothes, and fix the wound." Song Ye found two straight branches from the firewood pile, and took gauze from the backpack.

"...Mmm." Meng Ziheng nodded awkwardly, almost misunderstood the other party just now.

Song Ye is stacking firewood here, and Mencius Heng has finally pulled off his school uniform with rustling noises. Summer clothes are thin, and when he takes off his school uniform, he is basically naked. Fortunately, Mencius has inherited the restraint of the ancients. He was still wearing a vest and shorts, so he wouldn't show his chest and back in front of others right now.

Song Ye glanced at the white arms and long legs, and didn't even move his brows. It's not that Meng Ziheng's figure is not good. Compared with the young man, his figure is slender, and he is strong and eye-catching, but he is not as good as Qin Zhan. It's a far cry from the physique.

She went straight to fix the branch on the wound, turned around and helped him get the clothes to bake.

Mencius leaned against the mountain wall in a daze, watching Song Ye skillfully bandage the wound, put on a rope to bake clothes on the mountain wall, and handled everything in an orderly manner, as if he was born to live here.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, "Don't you want to know why I came here?"

"Huh?" Song Ye leaned against the sleeping bag, and only after hearing this did he turn his gaze.

"I came to ask you to return to the team, I didn't expect..." Meng Ziheng smiled wryly, a little self-deprecating.

Song Ye didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Song Ye probably guessed the other party's thoughts. Most likely, this person was worried that he would be in danger alone, so he came to him, but...she glanced at the other party's injured arm and calf, secretly answered I'm afraid it will be a little more burden to come down.

As a teammate of the same team, Song Ye is not too desperate to save him. Perhaps it would be good to carry him to complete the mission and get a ranking.

"Rest early, we have to go on the road tomorrow." Song Ye confessed, getting into the sleeping bag and continuing to catch up on sleep.

Meng Ziheng's voice suddenly came again, low, with a trace of doubt, "Tell me, is there anyone living in this deep mountain?"

Song Ye almost didn't have to think about it, and concluded that there was no such thing, because along the way, there was no trace of human habitation in this jungle, and it should be a newly developed area, but she didn't answer, but asked instead: "What's the matter?" ?”

"Well... I feel like I fell because there was a trap on the hillside, and the soil under my feet collapsed softly for no reason." After thinking about it, Meng Ziheng gave the answer.

Song Ye was silent, but he didn't think he was being suspicious. Although the heavy rain in the mountains would make the soil soft, the place where she was standing just now was clearly hard soil.

Could it be that someone tampered with it secretly?
Thinking of this possibility, Song Ye's heart sank, but he didn't say anything to scare Meng Ziheng.

Early the next morning, Meng Ziheng still had a fever unavoidably, exhausted and injured, coupled with the rain, his delicate body collapsed in an instant.

Song Ye looked at the road map, and without saying a word, he helped the person to continue on the road. On the way, he went through several small traps, all of which were barely avoided by Song Ye, but it made her feel puzzled.

The sun was high in the sky, and the two of them sat by the river to rest. Meng Ziheng lost his backpack, and he didn't care about the obsessive cleanliness at this time. He plunged into the river and drank it. Song Ye took the biscuit and chewed it slowly.

In just two days, Song Ye couldn't help admiring the wonderful training methods of the instructors after tossing a young master from an aristocratic family into such a state.

In the middle of eating, Meng Ziheng suddenly stared at the food in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Song Ye, are you really not sent by the Meng family or the Bai family to test me?"

Song Ye's hands paused, and his eyes didn't turn away either. He just asked indifferently, "I said, do you believe it?"

Mencius held the biscuit and said without hesitation, "I believe it."

(End of this chapter)