Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

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The free time after registration was short-lived, and military training was just around the corner.

The night before military training, at 8:30 p.m., Wang Zhe strolled into the campus supermarket. He went straight to the back of the supermarket, to the section for daily necessities.

More accurately, it's the women's products section.

Standing in front of the dazzling array of shelves, facing various Sofy, Always, and Seven Degrees brands in pink, purple, and blue packaging, Wang Zhe remained calm and composed.

"Daytime use is too thin, I need nighttime use, the thicker the better... I've got it, this will do."

He reached down to the bottom shelf and picked up a dark purple package of "Sofy Extra Long Night Use".

This is good stuff.

With a length sufficient to cover the entire sole of the foot, moderate thickness, and excellent sweat absorption, these insoles feature built-in adhesive to prevent slipping. In an era where athletic insoles are still relatively hard to find, this is undoubtedly a must-have for military training.

To ensure he could comfortably get through the two-week military training, Wang Zhe decided to stock up on more supplies.

If you change two cards every half day, that's four cards a day, so you'd need... for five days of military training.

Considering he might share some with his roommate, he simply took ten packs, held them in his arms, and prepared to pay the bill.

"Why?"

But just as he turned around, a surprised voice rang out from beside him.

Wang Zhe looked down.

A petite girl with a single ponytail was standing next to him, staring at him with wide, round almond-shaped eyes in disbelief... and at the pile of dark purple sanitary napkins in his arms.

It's Su Xiaocheng.

This young woman, a legitimate student majoring in oil painting, was obviously also there to buy supplies, but she never expected to run into her barbecue buddy from two days ago in such an awkward place.

"Wang Zhe?"

Su Xiaocheng pointed to the things in his arms, her expression shifting from surprise to a subtle gossip, "Did you buy this for your girlfriend?"

If it's for a girlfriend, that's quite thoughtful, and it should be that Song Zhiyi... Su Xiaocheng thought to herself.

However, Wang Zhe shook his head and said matter-of-factly, "No. I bought this for myself."

"ha?"

Su Xiaocheng's CPU burned out instantly.

Buy it for yourself?

She glanced at Wang Zhe's lower body subconsciously, her expression becoming increasingly subtle.

Seeing her increasingly distracted gaze, Wang Zhe sighed, "What are you thinking about? This is for military training."

"For military training?" Su Xiaocheng was even more confused. "For wiping sweat?"

That's too extravagant!

Wang Zhe explained, "No, they're for foot pads. You got those military training rubber shoes from the school, right? The soles are as thin as paper and hard. Standing at attention for half an hour or more, sometimes even several hours, can break the soles of your feet. And those shoes aren't breathable at all; you could practically raise fish in your feet after a day."

Su Xiaocheng suddenly realized: "So you're going to use this as an insole?"

Wang Zhe patted the sanitary napkin in his arms: "Yes, this thing is very soft and absorbent, and it has adhesive backing to hold it in place. Stick it to the sole of your shoe, and it's both soft and sweat-absorbent. Walking on it feels like walking on clouds. These are experiences shared with me by some seniors who participated in military training."

Su Xiaocheng was stunned.

She looked down at the pack of sanitary napkins, then thought about the pair of stiff rubber shoes.

Logically, it seems to make perfect sense, but...

"Does this really work?" Su Xiaocheng was still somewhat skeptical, and had a bit of a psychological barrier to it. "Besides, don't you guys feel weird stepping on this?"

"Comfort is for yourself," Wang Zhe said calmly. "You'll thank this brilliant idea when everyone else has blisters on their feet tomorrow afternoon. Okay, believe it or not. I'm going to pay the bill now."

After he finished speaking, Wang Zhe noticed that Su Xiaocheng's eyes were wandering over the shelves, as if she wanted to take something but was too embarrassed to reach out.

Wang Zhe, being an experienced person, understood the situation immediately.

This girl probably really needed to buy this, and for normal physiological purposes, but she was too embarrassed to take it because there was a guy she knew standing next to her.

"If you want to buy it too, just take it. It's perfectly normal, be open and aboveboard." Wang Zhe wasn't embarrassed at all.

"I..." Su Xiaocheng blushed, "I was just looking."

"What are you looking at? This isn't an exhibit. But let's get this straight, I'm not treating you. You'll have to pay for it yourself." Wang Zhe's tone remained relaxed.

Su Xiaocheng couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Who needs your payment! I have my own money!"

However, Wang Zhe's relaxed and natural tone dissipated a lot of the girl's shame about "buying intimate items in front of a boy".

She realized that the boy in front of her was indeed different.

Unlike other boys who would shy away from sanitary napkins or make a lewd or obnoxious face when they saw them, he treated it as a perfectly normal thing, as natural as buying toothpaste and toothbrushes.

This maturity and sense of propriety make people feel very comfortable and safe.

"Well... I'll buy two packs to keep on hand."

Su Xiaocheng found a way to save face, quickly reached out and grabbed two packs of Girl Space from the shelf, holding them in her arms.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After paying, the two left the supermarket.

Wang Zhe was carrying a transparent plastic bag filled with his military training supplies.

Wang Zhe stopped by a bench by the roadside.

"Come on, practice makes perfect."

He placed the bag on the chair, opened one of the packets inside, and took out two thick sanitary napkins.

Su Xiaocheng looked around.

This is under the streetlights, where people come and go.

"Here?" she asked hesitantly.

"What are you afraid of? Just take off your shoes and try it on. Peel off the sticker on the back of the sanitary napkin and stick it on the insole." Wang Zhe said, handing the sanitary napkin to Su Xiaocheng.

Su Xiaocheng looked at the soft, squishy thing in her hand, gritted her teeth, and, driven by curiosity, took off one of her sneakers.

Tear off the adhesive backing, insert it, and flatten it.

Then I put on my shoes and stepped on them.

In that instant, Su Xiaocheng's eyes lit up.

The originally hard soles suddenly became incredibly soft. The feeling of being enveloped and the rebound were indeed, as Wang Zhe said, like walking on cotton.

"Wow..." Su Xiaocheng exclaimed, bouncing twice on the spot, "It really is! It's so soft! It feels like my feet are being supported!"

"Right?" Wang Zhe raised his eyebrows smugly. "It's not just that it seems to work, it's that it actually works. This is a trick that has been proven in practice by our predecessors."

Su Xiaocheng put the other shoe in place, took a couple of steps, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you for sharing! It seems I'm saved from this military training." She smiled at Wang Zhe, her eyes filled with sincerity.

After these two encounters, Su Xiaocheng's impression of Wang Zhe improved dramatically.

He speaks and acts maturely, without being greasy, knows how to behave appropriately, and possesses this strange but very practical wisdom for life.

Although she still has no plans to date, she feels that having a friend like this is really great.

Su Xiaocheng took out her phone and said, "By the way, we haven't exchanged contact information yet, have we?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.