Zhang Haiyue crossed her chest with one hand and fiddled with the brown belt knot of her windbreaker. She raised her eyebrows. The collar of her uniform stretched her neck straight, and she narrowed her white jade-like eyes with contempt.
"Pick the key points"
Shen Rusong glanced at the carts that were pulling rice noodles not far away, and looked into Zhang Haiyue's eyes. This was the first time he took the initiative to approach Zhang Haiyue. At that time, he felt that the irises of her eyes were almost the same color as her pupils. It is the clear distinction between black and white.
"I apologize to you on behalf of Gao Keming."
Anyway, Gao Keming has been blatantly asking about Zhang Haiyue for almost half a year, so it would be a good idea to use his name as a starting point.
Shen Rusong said: "Da Tou has been very offensive these days. He has made everyone unhappy with his rumors. He is about to leave the army. We will rarely see each other in the future. Da Tou is also a stupid talker. I will stand with you on his behalf."
Wu Zuyong took up the conversation and said, "If there is anything I can do to help in the future, just ask Sister Zhang."
"I just said that Gao Keming is a toad who wants to eat swan meat, but you are brothers and come to punish him." The girl with a flat face said sarcastically.
Thanks to Gao Keming's gossip in the dormitory every day, Shen Rusong knew that the girl with a flat face was called Chen Zhinuo even without looking at the list, so he apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry for that."
"I accept the apology." Zhang Haiyue said expressionlessly, pointing to the intersection.
"Tell him to keep his mouth shut from now on, and you can leave."
Sure enough, there is a cost in making false statements. Shen Rusong took out two whole boards of ration tickets and said sincerely:
"A little apology."
Zhang Haiyue put her hands into the pockets of her windbreaker. You could see the veins and blood vessels under her fair face carefully. She still said coldly:
"No, just keep it. We have nothing to say between us."
No wonder this woman looks down on the big head and thinks she is too small. Shen Rusong cursed in his heart, "You come here if you have nothing to say." He winked at Wu Zuyong, who understood and took out four stamped beer tickets.
"I'm really sorry, sorry..."
"Humph, I guess you are interested." Chen Zhinuo took away the "apology", changed hands and divided one piece between each of them.
Zhang Haiyue was not much shorter than Shen Rusong, who was 1.8 meters tall. She looked straight at him and said:
"Go back and tell that gossip, don't think about finding opportunities to get close during the training week. I don't want to get my hands dirty and teach him a lesson myself."
"Yes Yes Yes."
"The most important thing in being a human being is to have self-awareness. Don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with. Just give way when you need to. I agree, and my family doesn't agree either. Just save your worries and go out with classmates. It depends on the situation."
"I understand what Sister Zhang means."
"It's best if you understand. See you at the training ground later."
After saying this, Zhang Haiyue walked back to the cafeteria without any hesitation and refused to let Shen Rusong talk to her again.
Shen Rusong sighed, held up his hair with his hands and said as he walked:
"Things are difficult to handle. I hope it's not what I guessed."
"What did you guess?" Four beer tickets were almost a month's alcohol ration, and Wu Zuyong felt a little stuffy.
The black hair leaking out between his fingers was like tough nameless weeds on the black soil. No matter how he pulled it, it would stick straight up. He lit a cigarette and lit a fire. The mist was spicy. Shen Rusong turned his head and glanced in the direction of the training ground. Among the people who were generally five stories high In the factory barracks, the training building built to match the pre-war skyscrapers is extremely eye-catching. Its purpose is very simple, a simulation exercise in ruins.
"I'm afraid Zhou Kenlong and the four are not the only ones who can't make it to the mobile brigade."
"I'm afraid there are ten more people who won't be able to go."
The gravel road is full of soldiers walking in a hurry. The few who look more relaxed this season are all civilians. Even if they are military students who do not have to face life and death for the time being, they are stingy in greeting when they meet. Instead, they are irrelevant friends. Neighboring soldiers will greet each other with a smile.
The cadets of the Infantry Academy were left behind by Shen Rusong, and they walked straight towards the dormitory with huge strides.
On the way back, Shen Rusong was naturally very worried. He was extremely upset when he thought about the mobile brigade. Because the current distribution system is very strange. Instead of selecting people based on complete units, people from military academies compete for positions. No one wants to be assigned to chemical defense units with low allowances, poor treatment, and high risks, etc. This also resulted in very fierce competition in the training matches before leaving the deployment base.
Sometimes Shen Rusong wonders, is the reason for setting up such a system to teach people in advance the cruelty of the earth's surface?
Shen Rusong waved his hand and motioned to the people around him to go back first. Wu Zuyong and others didn't say much, knowing that they needed to give Shen Rusong some time to think of countermeasures. Shen Rusong moved to the nearest military store and bought a pack of the cheapest White Bird cigarettes, trying to anesthetize his senses with the powerful cigarettes.
Nicotine is indeed useful. In the smoke, Shen Rusong squinted and saw the girl named "Mai Qiu" who had rescued him during the day. She was passing by with her female companion, talking and laughing. Shen Rusong wondered why it was always such a coincidence. He hid himself in the shadows and watched Mai Qiu walking by gracefully, her lips looking red because of the juice from the preserved fruits.
What are you thinking about? Shen Rusong patted himself lightly.
Before arriving at the dormitory building, Shen Rusong heard the noise coming from the corridor.
What are you doing? Shen Rusong thought it was a normal quarrel at first, but after listening to a few words, it was obvious that the tone did not sound like a quarrel, but was developing in the direction of a fight. He grabbed the eaves of the window and took a look inside, and found that it was someone from another team.
Damn, are you here to find trouble in advance?
Shen Rusong opened the door. The sound of the door immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Shen Rusong glanced at everyone with a somewhat majestic look and said, "What are you going to do? Fight?"
"If I dare to fight with your class, I'm just coming here to compare notes."
Shen Rusong looked at the person who spoke. He was not very familiar. He could barely remember his name. He was Wang Ruxing. His grades were high enough to go to the mobile brigade. He usually fought in the school. He was able to go under Shen Rusong's hands a few times. He has some ability, but not a lot.
So Shen Rusongpi smiled, folded his arms and said, "I don't want to compete with anyone at the moment."
"What, are you scared?" Wang Ruxing asked.
"When it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, you have to keep your real skills."
Shen Rusong crossed his fingers, cracking his knuckles, and said, "You don't need to do much to move me."
Shen Rusong's figure was already slightly arched, as if he was ready to attack.
Wang Ruxing also knew Shen Rusong's ability. After all, in the extremely competitive cadet school, every cadet had competed against each other. The last few cadets every month had to be kicked out to other lower-ranking classes. However, the high-ranking ones succeeded in the challenge. The improvement in ranking is also huge.
As if being choked by Shen Rusong's words, Wang Ruxing raised his hand and said, "Lianlian?"
"I trained you hard enough before. You don't need me. Old Wu, why don't you train with him?" Shen Rusong said to Wu Clan Yong.
There was a circle of people in the dormitory. Wu Zuyong was naturally a capable general. He suppressed Wang Ruxing with his first move and kneeled him several times, causing him to almost fall down. However, Wang Ruxing was not easy to deal with. He gritted his teeth and held on, using the corner to stop him. Sustaining his decline, he immediately exerted force on his lower back and pushed Wu Zuyong away. He then pulled back with his backhand and used his palm as a knife to slash towards the neck.
This blow was solid, and it was able to intimidate Wu Zuyong to some extent. Unfortunately, he turned his head to avoid it and let his palm hit his shoulder. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked back firmly to the side, and was directly kicked away by Wang Ruxing.
After several rounds of fighting, both sides were losing some points. If the winner really wanted to be decided, it would probably take a while. Shen Rusong believed that there was no need to force both sides to death, so he stepped in to separate and shouted: "Okay! Save your energy for the training match later."
Shen Rusong had enough prestige. At this moment, both sides dispersed. Wu Zuyong spat and said, "Your skills are good. I will kill you first next time."
"When you lift your feet, I will destroy your crotch."
In the standard stage of trash-talking each other, Shen Rusong allowed the two of them to curse a few words to relieve their hatred, put down his hands to get rid of today's bad thing, and said: "If there is something, let's fight at the training ground! If the private fight gets too big, we will have to suffer!" "
Before he finished speaking, Wang Ruxing, who had been accumulating strength in the crowd, suddenly rushed over, clenched his fists, and suddenly punched Shen Rusong, who had lowered his guard, hitting him on the back of the head!
Shen Rusong subconsciously moved to hide, but still slowed down. There was a "bang" sound, and Shen Rusong's head shook violently, and blood dripped from his forehead. Shen Rusong felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back to the wall. , support the wall so as not to collapse.
"Brother Shen!" Seeing that Shen Rusong suffered such cruelty for nothing, someone in the battle circle shouted angrily.
"Pine nuts!" Yang Quan, who was surrounded in the center, riding on someone else's chest and shooting from left to right, immediately became red-eyed. He picked up the water bottle at hand and smashed the person's head into it. He protected his own head with both arms and was hit hard on the back, like a cannonball. After being knocked out of the battle circle, he flew up and kicked Shen Rusong's shirtless body into the wall before bouncing back.
It's okay if there's no blood in a fight, but if there's blood there's no scruples. How much mercy can an eighteen or nineteen-year-old student soldier say? I picked up water bottles, boots, helmets, and even cans, using them for whatever they had. The grappling skills and boxing skills I usually learned came in handy. On the other hand, Shen Rusong was sitting in the corner, covering his forehead with stars in his eyes. Yang Nian was jumping up and down anxiously, tearing open his shirt and wrapping the injured area first, shouting at Gao Keming to go get a fucking doctor, and yelling at the others. How can you be beaten for no reason if you want to regain your face?
Shen Rusong's temples were twitching, and he was a little out of breath. He grabbed Yang Bao's trousers who was about to stand up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stop, stop, don't... fight."
Yang Nian's legs were so long that Shen Rusong couldn't hold him back. He saw Yang Nian rushing into the battle group with two sticks. Shen Rusong endured the pain in his head, staggered to his feet, gathered enough energy, and roared:
"Stop fucking fighting! Get the instructor and you'll all be screwed!"
Everyone who was enjoying the fight obviously didn't care what Shen Rusong was yelling about. Shen Rusong took a deep breath, closed the dormitory door first, picked up a kettle, smashed the bed rail, and yelled with all his strength: "Don't do it." Hit! Instructor! Instructor!"
