bestfiction Chapter 243 The Letter-Sending Master!
Chapter 243 The Letter-Sending Master!
"Your stamina is quite impressive!"
Zhang Haiyang said:
"You did a five-kilometer cross-country run with weights with ease, and you even carried the luggage for Li Yuanchao and the others. After five kilometers, everyone else was exhausted, but I saw that you looked rosy-cheeked and were only panting a few times. It seems like you haven't run enough yet. Your physique is really impressive."
"ocean!"
Zhong Yuemin said:
"If you were like Mantun, getting up at five every morning to chop firewood and cut pig feed, working in the fields during the day, working from sunrise to sunset, you could do it too."
As you know, Zheng Tong was a weak scholar back in Beijing. He was no match for any tough woman and would always be the first to run away in a fight. He spent more than two years in northern Shaanxi, where the reservoir was under major repair. He could carry a load of over 100 pounds up to the top of the dam in one go. He was trained to do all that.
Ning Wei, when you have free time, you could learn some martial arts from Man Tun. It would be good for you.
"Brother Zhong, can I learn from Deputy Squad Leader Wu?"
"What, you look down on Deputy Squad Leader Wu?" Zhong Yuemin stopped what he was doing, put his arm around Wu's shoulder.
Do you know what you lack most right now?
Ning Wei shook his head.
"You've been learning Iron Ox Kung Fu from our master. You're very talented; you learn everything quickly and have a strong understanding. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you a martial arts prodigy."
Zhong Yuemin said:
"However, that's too one-dimensional. Now that we've joined the army, even though there's no war right now, we have to be prepared to go to the battlefield at any time. The battlefield is no child's play or pretend play; it's either you or me who dies. So, mastering more skills will give you a better chance of self-preservation on the battlefield. As the ancients said, 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me.' Be humble, learn more, and you can't go wrong, understand?"
Ning Wei nodded, "Brother Zhong, I'll listen to you," and turned to Wu Mantun beside him, saying:
“Deputy Squad Leader Wu, I will learn martial arts from you from now on. Please teach me more.”
Bow!
"I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Wu Mantun quickly reached out to help him up, forgetting all about the broom.
"I wouldn't say I'm teaching you, but I'll definitely tell you everything I know; I won't hold back anything."
Although Haiyang and Ningwei were there, military life was still monotonous. Every day was scheduled at fixed times: when to train, when to eat, and when to sleep, down to the second.
With nothing else to do, I found myself writing letters to Xiaobai more often. While in northern Shaanxi, I'd only send one or two a month, but in the army, I'd send one or two a week, each over a thousand words long.
A torrent of inspiration!
Zhou Xiaobai, a student at the Military Medical University in Shaanxi Province, far away in the Northwest, did the same thing at night. After the dormitory lights were turned off, she would hide under her blankets, take a flashlight, and read the letters her sweetheart had written to her. She received one almost every week now. Yuemin's enthusiasm made her overjoyed, but the content was just too explicit...
such as,
"Xiaobai, how I long for you to sleep beside me every night, to run my long, slender fingers over your smooth body, to explore the warmth and height of your high ground..."
"Xiaobai, do you still remember that night you spent at my house? Your high-pitched and melodious singing was so moving and gentle, so captivating, so dreamlike, so enchanting. How I long to hear your 'high-pitched singing' again!"
It's all like this; at first glance, there's nothing wrong, but upon closer examination, it's clear that she and Yuemin have spent a lot of time together, and she understands many things instantly—you could say they have a tacit understanding.
She pouted and whispered a reproachful complaint.
"That bastard, it's all your fault..."
Her body was burning hot. "What...what am I supposed to do?!"