Volume 1 Chapter 69: Training * Strong Training Flower Arrangement

  Song Shuyu felt his teeth itching, the more he looked at him, the more unpleasant it was. He immediately took advantage of the time to relax while drinking tea and gave him a series of orders:

  "Wang Xiaoshuai, go and sort out the files in the archives room over the next few days. Previously they were categorized by time, which is not conducive to searching. Now change them to be categorized by event."

  After finishing, send the video tape back to the entrance of the train station. It cannot damage the integrity of other system data. The train station is a high-risk area for incidents. Where can it be taken for so long without being sent?

  Come back and remember to update the things in the refrigerator, keep them fresh.

  ……”

  Wang Xiaoshuai was stunned and dizzy, when can so many things be done?

  Obviously just to bother him!

  I'm wrong again! Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't hide his disappointment, and he gloomily replied as he walked out.

  On the one hand, it's a never-ending self-examination: being smart for oneself is deserved; being afraid of taking responsibility is also deserved. What's there to fear about taking responsibility for that little girl? Isn't that just indirectly helping the superior share their worries?

  This was buried in a pile of materials in the archives room. Ahhh - he really wanted to give himself two slaps on the ears.

  Song Shuwei looked at him with that appearance, and only then did he feel that the bad air in his heart had been released by half. What should I let you do?

  Who can't drive a car?

  Was it just because you wanted to borrow your eight trigrams mouth and thick skin that I let you go?

  You're actually afraid of Zhao Qiankun's cold face and sharp tongue, leaving Xiao Yatou alone there. You're usually considerate to girls, so why are you being ruthless when it comes to my family's Xiao Yatou?

  Song Shuyu felt unable to understand what was wrong with this guy.

  ……

  Song Shuwei suppressed his urge to rush off and instead worked hard, putting in extra effort, even neglecting to eat a proper lunch, until he finally managed to assign all the necessary tasks to everyone before the main team returned.

  He let out a long sigh, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and stretched his arms to loosen up his muscles.

  The feeling of being carefree and light made him unwilling to wait any longer - he finally had time to accompany that little girl to the boot camp, and as soon as he thought about returning to the intense training ground, his blood began to boil.

  He seemed calm as he drove away, speeding down the main road in the military zone, but the reckless speed of his car betrayed his emotions.

  Wang Xiaoshuai happened to go to the toilet and saw his car tailing out of the team's gate.

  His whole body's cells suddenly became excited, proud and free - haha, the low pressure that had been lingering around him for an entire morning made him afraid that guy would come up with some new devilish idea to mess with him, making him so nervous he was on the verge of getting prostatitis.

  As soon as Song Shuyu left, he immediately put on his "dada" shoes and rushed to the office, waving at the heads sticking out of the entire office building, starting to gossip about exclusive news.

  Of course, the condition for the explosive information is that each department provides him with a labor force to help him sort out the files.

  Those people heard it and immediately dispersed with a loud noise.

  Wang Xiaoshuai was stunned. How could it be that in this day and age, those guys who need a permit to leave the school gate don't even care about gossip?

  He had no idea how specific the tasks assigned by Song Shuyu were for each department, and they didn't dare to assign personnel to him.

  ……

  Song Shuyu's car screeched to a halt just outside the special training camp, only one foot away from the sentinel who had suddenly appeared at the side of the road and raised his hand to stop him.

  The sentry was so startled that he jumped back suddenly and swallowed the cry in his throat.

  "Don't worry, even if you come out more suddenly next time, I'll still keep such a distance." He rarely joked with that guy.

  The sentry was shocked again, oh my god, the captain actually smiled at him, came back to his senses and hastily saluted, raised the barrier, and let the car in.

  Song Shuwei directly stopped the car in front of the restaurant and walked in with a big stride.

  "Song Tuan, what wind brought you here?" Zhao Ganqun was also full of surprise when he saw the newcomer.

  "Where is the soldier I sent?" Song Shuyu waved his hand, getting straight to the point, indicating that those eating should mind their own business. He took a glance around and saw about seven or eight people eating in the dining hall, but there was no sign of that familiar little girl who had been on his mind.

  Zhao Ganqun was taken aback, and only then did he put down his rice bowl and stand up: "Followed that group of people up the mountain."

  "Carrying heavy loads across fields? Isn't that the usual morning training?" Song Shuyu was somewhat perplexed, at this time, he still hadn't returned.

  "Heh heh, let's play a game of snatching cars, I reckon we'll be back in about twenty minutes." Zhao Gan Kun didn't think much of it.

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow: "She probably hasn't even touched a car before, and you want her to hijack one? On the back mountain?"

  "This little girl is not bad, proactive and not afraid of hardship or fatigue. She came in the morning and participated in the physical ability test. In the afternoon, she insisted on following me to the training field. I think her enthusiasm is commendable, so I let her follow me to run."

  Zhao Gan didn't hear the anxious tone in his words and helped him calm down.

  "Don't just say what sounds good, are you making things difficult for her?" Song Shuyu wouldn't be swayed by his casual responses.

  "What's so difficult? Your words don't sound right, is this place your home's kitchen door, come and go as you please?"

  Zhao Gan said with a smile, "This analogy is not quite right. Here is your family's kitchen door, but I am also the one who takes care of this house. With so many people watching with bright eyes, how can I not consider your old man's face and let in someone who eats for free?"

  "So, let that little girl show off her skills to everyone, it's also an opportunity for her to stand out, and not let those bullying guys look down on her, heh heh, what did I do wrong?"

  "Showing off two tricks? Still want two more?" Song Shuyu didn't get angry but instead smiled.

  "This little girl is quite good, not a bit of the usual arrogance of girls, and her character is pretty good." Zhao Gan saw the eagerness in his eyes, but it was wrapped up in a way that made him feel itchy.

  "It's not easy to get someone like you, who can pick bones from eggs, to praise him. Let's hear it." Song Shuyu's expression showed interest, and he didn't bother with the small talk, directly asking instead.

  "Holding chopsticks like a dart, three meters away hitting the moving target, even the most agile guys here wouldn't have a chance to dodge..." He vividly described Xiang Hong's performance that morning, with praise barely concealed in his words.

  Song Shuwei's eyes sparkled with excitement, this little girl really gave him surprises all the time!

  "Elsewhere, people are sent in pairs, but you've sent a single person. Who is supposed to be her sparring partner?" Zhao Qiankun asked the question that had been on his mind.

  "What about this one in front of us?" Song Shuyu asked with a smile.

  "Which one in front?" Zhao Gan Kun was stunned, pointing at Song Shu Yun and then at himself, "You or me? Haha - what kind of joke are you playing?"

  "No joke, I gave her a good scolding."

  Song Shuyu is very serious.

  Zhao Qiankun was stunned: "You... are you serious?"

  "Alright, bring me her physical test scores and I'll come up with a training plan for her. Once she's caught up, I'll hand her over to you for further training, how about that?"

  "Alright, it's settled then."

  Zhao Gan was extremely excited. The two of them hadn't been in contact for many years, or even crossed paths. He immediately ordered someone to bring over Sang Hong's test data.

  "Hmm, but I still have to pick her up tonight." Song Shuyu lowered his voice and said somewhat unnaturally.

  "What?" Zhao Gan's mouth was huge, he couldn't understand how such a word could come out of his own mouth.

  "It's what you heard, otherwise, why would I go to such great lengths to come before you and humble myself?" Song Shuyu looked at him with disdain, having found a younger girlfriend for himself, and was shocked by the look on his face, as if an iron tree had bloomed into flowers.

  "Haha, I get it, this is what's popular these days, haha, this is what's popular." Zhao Qiankun chuckled.

  "Shut your stinking mouth! This girl is clever, speak carefully, don't give me trouble." Song Shuyu naturally knew he wouldn't say anything pleasant.

  "So are you going to give me some benefits to buy me off?" Zhao Qiankun took advantage of the opportunity to extort.

  "We'll have three rounds a day, it'll help you loosen up your muscles, how about that?"

  "Spare some energy to deal with your little woman, what kind of person are you? Using fighting as a bribe, do you think others are all masochists like you?"

  Zhao Qiankun said, stealing a glance at the door, what's wrong with these guys? The people who came back early have already finished eating, how come there isn't even a shadow of them?

  "I'll go out and look for her. If I find her, I'll bring her back directly. We'll come together tomorrow morning." Song Shuyu said as he stood up and left.

  "Four thirty weight-bearing cross-country regular training, can you make it over in time?"

  Zhao Ganqun reminded him with a hint of schadenfreude after his death, apparently thinking that this guy had become a lazy official.

  Song Shu said without turning his head: "Good."

  He strode out of the camp and drove straight to the back mountain, the sky was already a bit dark, his heart was a little anxious, nothing would happen, right?

  Xiang Hong followed a group of defeated soldiers who had been beaten down by the bandits, walking step by step with difficulty down the mountain.

  This kind of training is too inhumane, if you can't catch the car, you'll end up falling and getting hurt all over, with a swollen nose and bruised face, walking back on this 50-kilometer mountain road!

  She was in so much pain that she had lost all sense of feeling, and could only barely maintain the rhythm of her legs, jogging down the slope with inertia, trying her best not to fall behind.

  There was also a woman next to her who occasionally complained that she had helped to make things worse, causing their group to fail to grab the car and suffer from such involvement.

  Xiang Hong stubbornly held back the grievances in her eyes, and suddenly she missed her classmates very much. Those people were united and cooperative, and they would never say such harsh words to each other.

  But by the time he said it for the third time, Sang Hong was getting annoyed, "Hmph! If I don't show my power, you'll think I'm a sick cat!"

  Gritting her teeth but could only swallow the words that had risen to her lips, what is she if not a sick cat now!

  My whole body is injured and painful, let alone fighting, I don't even have the energy to quarrel.

  The army is a place where strength speaks, what he said was the truth, maybe she really did hinder them. Newcomers have to be humble wherever they go, being too sharp will only lead to trouble.

  Xiang Hong made an effort to find a positive way to resolve the hostility objectively and did not plan to counterattack.

  Cao Meng looked at Sang Hong, from her spirited appearance in the morning to her current disheveled state, and couldn't help but rebuke his partner: "If you have the energy to complain, use it to run instead, why so much nonsense."

  Xiang Hong pursed her lips and lowered her head: "You don't have to take care of my speed, I can keep up."

  She immediately felt that the speed of those four people had increased.

  Persevere, and never give up.

  Xiang Hong was encouraging herself, this short distance was nothing to her, but being thrown off the cart every now and then, running with injuries all over her body, she had cried so many times that she didn't know how much tears she had shed, she really couldn't bear such suffering.

  "Are you always running back like this?" San Hong finally adjusted her pace and had some breath to speak.

  That woman who had just been talking nonsense turned around and glared at her fiercely, saying angrily:

  "Shut up, who are you to mock us?"

  Xiang Hong pursed her lips, not intending to argue with her, and continued: "I see that you two are a team, both of your movements are quite agile, and you can quickly climb onto the car. However, your fists aren't hard, and you were actually knocked down, so all your previous efforts were wasted. As for the two in front, they're big and sturdy, their fists should be able to pack a punch, but neither of them could even climb onto the other's car, let alone use any strength while hanging on the side."

  "Why haven't you two teams thought of swapping team members to try it out?"

  She finished speaking and shut her mouth.

  Those four people were also annoyed, but this endless mountain road made them have to think of something to distract themselves from the mental pressure. Unintentionally listening to her words, they couldn't help but find it quite interesting. After pondering for a moment, Cao Meng smiled:

  "This university student is really something else, sharp-eyed and quick-witted. After following us for just one round, she's already spotted the crux of the problem. What do you think of her move?"

  The two big guys running ahead turned their heads and replied in unison: "Alright, alright, shall we try switching tomorrow? Having to eat cold meals every day and do so much extra training is just too damn unbearable."

  The girl who just kept complaining about Sang Hong also turned back and smiled at her, unable to tell whether it was kindness or sarcasm.

  "There were only three cars in the first place, so how come there are only five of us left on the road? There should be at least one more group. This just proves that some of those who went back cheated."

  Xiang Hong looked at the zigzag mountain road and could see the barracks below, but didn't see anyone running ahead of them like they were, and couldn't help but wonder.

  "Haha, one sentence wakes up the dreamer. We must try it out tomorrow when we switch groups. Even if the four of us work together to grab a car, we don't have to suffer this way." The girl obviously saw the benefit and couldn't help but smile and break the news.

  Xiang Hong was so depressed for a moment, damn it, she had been busy for half a day, purely making wedding clothes for others!

  It's obvious there are five people, but why didn't they consider her at all!

  Xiang Hong gritted her teeth, pursed her lips, and didn't plan to say another word. But in her heart, she had made up her mind - no way, she needed a partner, definitely needed a partner; otherwise, this life would be unbearable.

  Song Shuyu left the barracks and drove the car to the foot of the mountain, raised his binoculars, and found Sang Hong from those figures that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

  Pale face, sweat all over the face, clothes covered in dust, right leg slightly unable to exert force, shoulders stiff, swing amplitude too small, obviously cannot add force.

  Her mechanical gait made him feel like she could collapse to the ground at any moment.

  Shall we go up and pick her up?

  He immediately nipped this idea in the bud.

  From now on, every day is like this, and her physical strength is obviously different from that of the people in front.

  He simply got off the bus and sat on the cover in front of the car head, adjusting the focus to make it clearer, indulging his eyes with all his heart.

  Finally ran down the mountain, turned over the last bend, and stepped onto the wide cement road leading to the camp, Xiang Hong suddenly felt a numb nerve shock.

  She narrowed her eyes and gazed into the distance, where she saw a camouflage military police car parked at the end of the road, with a majestic figure standing in front of it.

  The brilliant sunset cast a magnificent backdrop behind him, the leaves of the nearly withered white poplar trees were blown up and fell with the autumn wind, vast and beautiful.

  The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this scene was exactly like the world-famous painting "Autumn Leaves Whispering", except with a man added to make the picture even more full of rugged poetry and beauty.

  She was suddenly filled with inexhaustible energy, her footsteps became light and nimble, she smiled at him, and in this moment, she felt a real and tangible happiness of being missed and cared for.

  Five people stood panting and saluted Song Shuyu.

  Song Shuyu raised his hand and pointed at Sang Hong: "You stay behind, the rest of you run back to camp."

  Cao Meng glanced at Sang Hong with the corner of his eye, saw her staring foolishly at Song Tuan, and immediately understood that the team leader appeared here, just waiting for her.

  His partner glanced at Sang Hong and followed everyone else in running away.

  Xiang Hong stood foolishly, looking at him with an incredulous face: "How are you here? Are you waiting for me? Are you worried about me? Are you worried that I'll collapse from exhaustion and faint on the mountain road?"

  Song Shuwei let out a "hmmph" and laughed: "You still have the energy to say so much, it seems I was worried for nothing."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and got into the car, pushing open the front passenger door with his hand.

  Xiang Hong's whole body was tired and painful, she leaned against the car door and sat down heavily.

  The body leaned against the back of the chair, and even the little fingers didn't want to move.

  Some tired eyes stared at the water in front of the car and licked their lips.

  "Thirsty?" Song Shu Yu didn't hurry to start the car.

  The woman nodded, just once, with no intention of taking action.

  Song Shuoye raised an eyebrow, took it over, twisted off the cap, and handed it to her.

  Xiang Hong pouted and gave up, lazily lowering her eyelids: "I'll lie down for a while before drinking."

  Song Shuwei glanced at the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and tilted his head back to pour a large mouthful into his own mouth.

  Bend down and get closer little by little.

  Xiang Hong felt the threat and had her chin grasped, her lips blocked. She closed her eyes even tighter, without even thinking of struggling, obediently opening her mouth to swallow a few small gulps.

  With a lingering aftertaste, she smacked her lips and stared blankly at Song Shuyu.

  "Continue?" Song Shu Yun licked his lips, feeling that this sensation was too wonderful.

  Xiang Hong's face suddenly turned red as she turned her head to look outside the car, pretending to be nonchalant: "Captain, this is by the side of the road. What's public morality? You understand?"

  Song Shuwei was amused by her coquettish appearance and hooked his lips with a smile: "Of course, I understand, otherwise, how could there be such momentum."

  The implicit hint in those words made Sang Hong even more short of breath and red-faced, she turned around and snatched the water from his hand, tilted her head back and gulped it down.

  "Not good huh? What's it really like in a military camp?"

  "It's quite tough, but after exceeding the limit, I gained a lot." Xiang Hong gazed up at the distant mountains and took a deep breath. "So far away, yet I was able to run back; I'm actually impressed with myself. Is this real? Let me borrow your hand for a moment."

  Song Shuoye smiled wryly and really stretched out his hand.

  Xiang Hong stretched out her small paws, grinned and grasped his hand, the other paw gestured in front of him, ready to give him a "classic twist", but ended up pinching the back of his hand. I twisted and twisted with all my might - damn! The fingertips fumbled for half a day, yet couldn't exert any strength at all.

  She could only sigh and say regretfully:

  "What a good opportunity to make a loud noise, I didn't even use any strength, I guess it's true, otherwise where did my energy go?"

  Song Shuwei was secretly laughing in her chest, casually pinching her cheeks, and smiling complacently:

  "I know you're exhausted. Now let's go home and have dinner, then take a good soak in the bath, I'll give you a free full-body massage to help you recover."

  Xiang Hong was stunned, and after a while, she said something that made Song Shuyu's blood vessels burst: "This suggestion sounds pretty good, agreed."

  Song Shuwei pursed his lips, and the smile that had just appeared at the corner of his mouth was suppressed.

  He backed down and despised himself, how could he be so immature, got careless and ended up in a situation where he was giving someone a massage, and still enjoyed it!

  But he was really happy in his heart!

  A certain man died from his own unusual vomiting of blood.

  As soon as I opened the door of my small nest, a hot and steaming porridge fragrance wafted out from the kitchen.

  Xiang Hong bent down to change her slippers, twitching her nose and sniffing, then turned her head to look at Song Shuyu: "How is there a porridge fragrance? Is it an illusion?"

  Song Shuyu bowed his head to change shoes, and smiled at her with a seemingly deep and sincere expression.

  Xiang Hong immediately looked away in embarrassment: "Being smiled at like that by you, now where is the charm of having porridge?"

  He said and dragged his slippers straight to the kitchen.

  "Wah——wah——wah——" Shang Hong's screams grew louder and louder, startling Song Shuyu into rushing over in big strides.

  Only saw Sang Hong facing the two dishes of cold dishes on the table, jumping with joy.

  Is this what makes her so happy? Song Shu Yu smiled with satisfaction and reminded aloud, "There's still hot food in the microwave."

  Xiang Hong turned her head and smiled at him, then ran two steps forward and hugged his neck: "Little fish, you're really too good."

  Song Shuwei blinked his eyes, stretched out his arm to hold her waist, hugged her and tilted his head: "Little fish? Who are you calling?"

  "Uh... uh... I mean... I mean... are you... blowing up the little fish I like to eat?"

  Xiang Hong was shocked to hear herself call out the nickname she had secretly given Song Shuyu, and for a moment, she felt that this name didn't match the man in front of her at all. She couldn't help but start telling lies.

  "Little fish, little fish..." Song Shuyu raised an eyebrow, gazing at her expression with a hint of a smile, "You like to eat little fish? Hmm... I've taken note, go wash your face and have dinner."

  Song Shuwei couldn't see the flash of cleverness in her eyes and didn't make things difficult for her.

  This person is still quite easy to deal with.

  Xiang Hong dodged and hid, bending down to slip into the kitchen's sink area.

  "Go wash up in the bathroom." Song Shuyu saw her intention and reminded her.

  "No, I'm hungry, anyway we'll take a bath later..." San Hong pouted and acted spoiled.

  Song Shuwei didn't say anything else, she lowered her head and washed her sweaty hands and face with clear water from the faucet. After washing up, she came out to find that dinner was already served and the dishes were arranged on the dining table.

  She sat down and saw Song Shuyu walking out of the bathroom with a towel in his hand, wiping her small face that was wet from water, pointing to the food with his chin: "Hurry up and eat."

  Xiang Hong looked up at him with sparkling eyes: "Don't spoil me too much, I'll get so excited that I want to cry."

  Song Shuoye pulled over a stool and sat down beside her, rubbing her short hair, saying casually: "There are many ways to express excitement and joy, making you cry is absolutely not my intention;

  Besides, we've all reached this point anyway, what's the use of being pretentious? Girls will always meet men who treat them like treasures. I'm willing to do so, and you can just enjoy it then."

  This is the longest sweet talk he has ever said to her so far.

  Xiang Hong lowered her eyelashes, picked up her chopsticks and took two mouthfuls of food, still turning her head to whisper complaints to him: "It's all you, saying such touching words, finally bringing out my tears."

  "Wow, you're so moved? You cry too easily." Song Shuyu glanced at her, and she was indeed teary-eyed, with a hint of sadness in her gaze, which made his heart skip a beat.

  She slightly stretched out her body, reached out to hook her chin, and pressed her lips against her eyes. Her soft tongue licked away the salty tears.

  Xiang Hong's body was a bit stiff, his lips no longer had the fiery passion of just now, filled with tenderness and comfort.

  Her complicated thoughts, along with his warm and gentle actions, became sweet and clear. Ah, she wanted to be more natural, he could bring her so much joy, surely, she was the same for him. Since they could now be together in harmony, it already made her feel honored and thrilled beyond measure.

  "Thank you," said Sang Hong, opening her eyes and giving him a shy smile. She lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks, and fed him a piece of food to his lips.

  "Open your mouth!" she cooed softly to him.

  Song Shuyu smiled and shook his head.

  "Come on and eat." She persisted.

  Song Shuwei lowered his body, glanced at the stubborn little girl, and then at the green vegetables on the chopsticks, which was his favorite celery. His eyes hesitated for a moment - this action was obviously very childish, but why did it make him feel a little moved? Ah, being with this girl, he would probably experience many first times too.

  "You're saying I'm being pretentious? I see many people who like each other eating together, and they all feed each other like this. What, are you shy?"

  Xiang Hong seized the opportunity to stir up trouble, Song Shu Yu looked like he couldn't escape this challenge, and immediately opened his mouth wide, swallowing the dish on top of the chopsticks.

  "This is good, isn't it delicious?" Shan Hong took the opportunity to tease him.

  Song Shuyu chewed on one side and smiled awkwardly to cover up, thought for a moment, and then said:

  "Hmm, I've also seen young couples feeding each other, and at the time, I thought it was quite embarrassing and confusing. You say you like it, but where's the need for this? And some even do it in public, without any shame whatsoever. Don't they think that eating from the same chopsticks as their partner will affect their appetite?"

  Xiang Hong's face fell as soon as she heard this, does saliva affect appetite?

  Come on, didn't you use your mouth to feed me tea?

  gave someone a contemptuous stare:

  "Affecting your appetite? Song, hurry up and spit out the things I fed you. Do I need to call Wang Xiaoshuai right now? If you're poisoned, I'll send you to the hospital, hopefully it's not too late."

  Song Shuwei took a sip of porridge, suddenly frowned, rubbed his stomach with his hand, and slightly furrowed his brow: "Eh—is a bit uncomfortable, what to do? Wang Xiaoshuai can't drive over in time, quickly dial the military hospital's phone number for me."

  Xiang Hong was stunned, Ah-----really poisoned?

  She hastily dropped her chopsticks and grabbed his phone: "Does it hurt, is your stomach very uncomfortable or very nauseous? Do you want to vomit?"

  "It's probably not nausea, but rather symptoms of poisoning."

  Song Shu said with a pitiful expression, gazing at her.

  "Hurry up and tell me, what's the number?" Xiang Hong anxiously stood up with a red face and ears, leaning forward to look at his expression.

  Song Shu pulled her into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck and chuckling uncontrollably.

  Xiang Hong was stunned by him and immediately came back to her senses: "Deceived me?"

  Song Shuyu shook his head.

  "What's taking you so long to let me make the call?" Sang Hong asked, looking at him inquiringly.

  "I'm probably poisoned already." The voice was low and magnetic.

  "Ah?" Hong's face changed greatly, "What poison is this? Why didn't you treat it earlier?"

  Those small eyes were filled with concern and a hint of fear.

  Song Shuwei looked at her like this, and couldn't help but pinch the tip of her little nose, saying: "This poison won't kill you for the time being, but if you can't get the antidote, it will be very deadly."

  "Is the antidote hard to get?"

  "It's not like there is an antidote or anything, but the person who has it is really stingy and never wants to give it."

  "Is it expensive? You don't want to spend money on it?"

  "It's expensive, but do I look like someone who is stingy with money?"

  "What times are we living in? If something is available on the market and you're willing to pay for it, but still can't buy it, that's just absurd. Is this some kind of secret recipe?"

  "Hmm, our secret recipe."

  "Is that person a woman? Or an old witch, wanting you to follow her as a son-in-law?"

  "She's a woman, but not an old hag. Whether or not she wants me to be her son-in-law, I don't know. In short, it's really hard to get the medicine."

  "Damn, what medical ethics is this! I don't believe your methods can't get the medicine. You must be soft-hearted and have taken a liking to her, and don't want to ruin your image. Otherwise, I'll go get it for you?"

  Xiang Hong suddenly thought of his university senior Mei Lan, gritted her teeth, could only endure the sourness, but also vaguely felt a hint of conspiracy.

  "Are you serious?" Song Shu Yu looked at her with a strange gaze, this girl really didn't catch the sarcasm in his tone and even blurted out profanity. In order not to arouse her vigilance, he simply chose not to make an issue of the profanity.

  Xiang Hong nodded decisively.

  Song Shu Wei relaxed his arm that was wrapped around her waist: "Alright, the symptoms have temporarily stopped. I'll feed you dinner?"

  Xiang Hong pushed his arm away, saying: "Really nothing's wrong? Let's be careful not to crush you, I'll eat it myself, hurry up."

  Song Shuwei didn't force her either, letting her go, his eyes deeply gazing at her.

  "I get it now, this thing about feeding each other, I guess it's like that for couples too. They think it's fun to be cheesy and sweet to be childish, and eating from the same mouth is like treating the other person as someone they can accept themselves with. And those people who always look down on others, maybe they just haven't met someone who can make them feel stupid yet."

  Xiang Hong was suddenly stunned, coughed dryly and echoed:

  "Your words are profound, too profound, it's like a needle piercing through blood, haha."

  She thought this made a lot of sense, as when she was with him, she herself became someone who came up with clever ideas and would occasionally act like a naive little girl, being coquettish and silly, and yet feeling happy and carefree, enjoying the moment. Compared to her cautious and prudent behavior over the past decade or so, wasn't this a sign of becoming weak-minded?

  After the two finished eating and cleaning up together, Sang Hong went to take a bath.

  All I saw was steam rising from the bathroom, and the bathtub, which occupied a corner of the small bathroom, had already been filled with water.

  The mulberry touched her hand and felt a bit hot, but it was still within the tolerable range.

  This guy, when did he come in and put water?

  She thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that it was when she was lazy in the kitchen washing her hands and face, his work efficiency was really high.

  Slipping comfortably into the bathtub, washing away the sweat that had dried and wet her whole body, her tense and tired limbs got a soothing soak, feeling so comfortable that she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

  Song Shuyu's eyes swept to the little girl who was sneaking into the bathroom, and then heard a "click" sound, the door was locked from inside.

  He hooked up the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't heard.

  He went into the study, turned on the computer and carefully reviewed his subordinates' work reports. On the desk was a paper document, apparently sent by Wang Xiaoshuai, which he signed seriously.

  He couldn't help but sigh repeatedly in his heart, how wonderful it was that power had been delegated.

  He quickly finished the cleaning, got up and left the study room. When he went to get a change of clothes, he saw that Xiang Hong's pajamas were still hanging in the closet. He smiled slyly and took them out together.

  "Knock knock knock---" The door creaked open. "Xiang Hong, may I ask if your massage therapist can come in?"

  "Sang Hong was suddenly frightened and quickly hid her body underwater: 'No way.'"

  "Oh, no massage?"

  "The bruise on your shoulder, the abrasion on your knee, and today's intense training, if not properly taken care of, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in tomorrow morning's outdoor training."

  "Ah——" Xiang Hong raised her hand to rub the two places he mentioned, got out of the water to check, and indeed a faint purplish color had appeared. Suddenly she thought of something, looked around vigilantly at the eaves and corners of the house, didn't see any peepholes or anything like that, and asked, "Where did you sneakily see me get hurt here?"

  "When I was waiting for you, your footsteps told me, how's that, is there any bruise there?"

  Song Shuoye lost his smile, who would be crazy enough to install a camera in their own bathroom? However, her words did remind him that this girl was so difficult to deal with, and installing one seemed necessary.

  "No, no, really no."

  Xiang Hong immediately denied being injured, letting him in, and sweating to death. As soon as she thought of the three words "mandarin duck bath", she felt her blood boiling. This kind of night, with a handsome man in her arms, was already decadent enough, how could she be so depraved!

  Song Shuwei heard her being stubborn and didn't expose her, changing the subject: "Then how should I wash?"

  "How did you wash? Of course I washed and went out before you came in to wash."

  Xiang Hong stared tensely at the bathroom door, what was this guy's intention?! Fortunately, she had already locked the door from inside. Hmph, thinking of taking advantage of her? Dream on!

  She had barely finished her triumphant laughter when she heard someone outside let out a sigh:

  "Hey, see that thing on the wall behind you with a protective cover?"

  "I see it, what's up?"

  "That's the precise keyboard that controls the bathtub function, which can massage your body and eliminate fatigue. Those massaging things are all hidden inside the bathtub wall, looks like you won't be able to enjoy this service."

  "You can teach me."

  Xiang Hong's eyes lit up as soon as she heard it, and she stood up to look back. Sure enough, on the wall behind her head, a control keyboard was embedded. As soon as she spoke, she was stunned, seeing that the densely packed buttons were arranged in no particular order.

  "There shouldn't be any danger, you try pressing them one by one yourself, it's best to stand at the edge of the bathtub." Song Shuyu's voice gradually faded away.

  Xiang Hong felt depressed and wondered if he didn't have any intention of getting close to her, why did she always misunderstand his intentions!

  She listened as he walked away, and suddenly felt a faint sense of loss. It would be nice if she could hear him call out to her just once or twice!

  She stood by the bathtub with a hint of emotion, pressed the largest button on top, and the indicator light came on. There was no reaction around her, and she realized after a moment that this key had electrified the bathtub.

  She hesitated and pressed a big button next to her, only to feel a sudden whoosh of cold water pouring down from above, enveloping her in a rain shower.

  Kuang——Sang Hong let out a low growl and rushed out of the rain along the edge of the bathtub.

  She stood at the edge of the bathtub, stunned for a moment, and saw that the silver roof above the bathtub, which she thought was a decorative button board, turned out to be a huge showerhead. The showerhead seemed to be bullying it, as if it were conducting artificial rainfall in half the bathroom.

  It's obviously not working standing like this, I want to turn off the water.

  The bathtub took up half of the shower room, and in order to press the button again, one had to go through the rain curtain.

  Xiang Hong gritted her teeth and had no choice but to rush back into the cold rain, stretching out her hand to press that key again. Most function keys were toggle switches.

  All that could be heard was a "drip" sound - damn it, Sang Hong was about to vomit blood, and the rain didn't stop but instead got even heavier.

  Her arm was hit and felt cool and painful, like falling into an ice cellar. After all, it was late autumn, and compared to the warmth just now, it was like winter versus summer.

  She had no choice but to grit her teeth and hastily pressed a key on the right side of the keyboard, hoping for some change.

  Without warning, powerful jets of water burst out from the walls on both sides, striking her ribcage with a loud crash, boom, boom - this time she was completely drenched.

  She had no choice but to desperately wipe away the water curtain that rushed at her, making it hard for her eyes to open, and then she reached out with a concentrated gaze and cut off the power switch.

  Everything stopped in an instant, Xiang Hong lowered her head to take a look, wanting to get back into the water to find some warmth. It was strange, so much water had flowed out, but the amount of water in the bathtub hadn't changed at all, yet the temperature had cooled down drastically.

  Ahhhhh... damn it, this guy is too despicable, actually telling her that there's no danger in trying.

  A plot, an obvious plot!

  Xiang Hong was grinding her teeth and muttering to herself as she got out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel to hastily dry her hair and body, looked around, and could only grab the electric hair dryer for warmth.

  She blew her hair and felt cold. Looking at the clothes on the ground full of sweat, she found out in dismay that she had forgotten to bring her pajamas.

  She opened the cabinet under the washbasin. She had looked at it that day and remembered that there were two thick, unopened white bath towels inside.

  Excitedly opened it and took a look, empty, there was nothing inside, a vast emptiness.

  She looked suspiciously and blinked her eyes, seeing that the fully automatic washing machine next to her was actually spinning.

  Squat down and take a look, it's white, so big!

  Damn it, Song Shuyu is too diligent, this is a sinister plot, a pure conspiracy to freeze her out.

  "Knock knock knock," The door was knocked, Song Shuyu said with concern, "Sang Hong, haven't you finished washing up yet? Do I need to pass your pajamas over?"

  Silent and unnoticeable.

  He was about to continue, when the door suddenly opened. Sangni held a white towel in one hand and covered her chest and buttocks with it, looking at him disdainfully and coldly humming: "Don't let the yellow mouse wish the chicken a happy new year, not needed."

  After finishing speaking, she turned sideways and squeezed past him, walking with a pretended calmness, twisting her small waist towards the bedroom.

  Song Shuyu only felt a cool breeze with white light sweeping across his nose tip.

  Taking a closer look at her appearance, he didn't dare hesitate and immediately followed her, embracing her as they ran to the bedroom. Her hand felt icy cold, startling him so much that he almost dropped her on the floor. In a flurry, he hastily pushed her into the bed and covered her with the quilt.

  She also wrapped herself in it and turned on the air conditioner with the remote control.

  Xiang Hong's body was cold and stiff as she wrapped herself tightly around him, her small hands roaming all over his body, causing him to jump in surprise. His large, hot hands rubbed against her body, trying to warm her up quickly.

  "You're so bad, wanting me to take a bath with you. Can't you just say it directly? Do you have to trick me like this?" She said, turning her back and sticking the icy quilt tightly onto his scorching waist and abdomen.

  "You're framing me! " Song Shuyu didn't dodge or evade, instead tightly warming her up.

  "Falsely accused? The evidence is overwhelming, I've been frozen like this and you're still shouting injustice?" Sang Hong asked furiously.

  Song Shu Yu hugged her and said, "The governor of Shanyin County was wrongly killed by Dou E, but he was given a chance to be tried in court. How come when it comes to you, I'm not even given a trial before being sentenced?"

  "Ahhhhh... You're going to drive me crazy! Why didn't you just tell me what those buttons do and let me freeze like this?! Are you jealous that I can take a bath by myself and not end up like this?!" Xiang Hong's eyes were welling up with tears as she stubbornly glared at him.

  Song Shuyu seized the opportunity to explain:

  You're injured, a hot bath is good for relieving fatigue, just soak for over ten minutes.

  Those two injured places of yours must have soft tissue contusions. Don't use cold water to stimulate them, or they will swell and be unbearably painful tomorrow.

  Besides, even if you've been in a fight before, it's just small stuff. It can't compare to the car robbery and fighting that happened today. Those people could leave bruises on your skin with just one punch.

  Besides, if you can hit someone's shoulder and knee, their back must also be defenseless.

  I was thinking of going in and forcing you to take a shower with me, but who would have thought that you would misunderstand me like this? Do I really seem so petty and narrow-minded in your eyes?

  Song Shuyu's words were full of grievances.

  Xiang Hong was stunned, what's going on, is the world going crazy? The person who lost the gift can still speak with such confidence.

  She remembered that she had fallen off her bicycle before, spraining her foot, and her father seemed to have said that it was necessary to apply a cold compress, after 24 hours the swelling would subside, if not, then only massage with red flower oil could help.

  But for a moment, he couldn't bring himself to it, and muttered: "Then why did you also get the towels in the bathroom wet?"

  "That thing has never been used before. I thought you would use it later, so I felt it was necessary to wash and reuse it. I didn't know you didn't bring a change of clothes."

  No, I just went to sleep and changed into pajamas, saw yours, and realized you didn't bring a change of clothes, so I brought them over for you, but got scolded instead.

  Song Shu said after finishing, then pressed her lips together, and covered her cool little feet with his big hands.

  Xiang Hong listened to this explanation and realized that she had misunderstood him, obviously being unreasonable and speaking too harshly.

  But thinking of the fright she had just received, her scalp was still numb and couldn't let go, but he silently endured hardship and hugged her warmly, even if there were any sins, this tolerance should have made up for it.

  Then, wanting to say a soft word to him, but couldn't bring himself to do so, he thought about it and still couldn't open his mouth.

  He felt tired and lazy, so he simply closed his eyes and let himself relax.

  Song Shuwei heard her fall silent and knew that this girl must have known she was in the wrong.

  He didn't care whether she apologized or not. After all, that one sentence of "sorry" was obviously not enough to attract him now.

  Since she was speechless and no longer argued with him, he was happy to do something he loved.

  He tentatively held her cool little paws, his lips gently warming them up, and pressed against her lip print, but she didn't pull away.

  She tentatively nuzzled her cool earlobe against his, and as one side warmed up, the other cooled down. She hummed softly and snuggled deeper into his embrace, his scorching body quickly warming her up.

  The person in her arms seemed to have fallen asleep.

  The air conditioner in the room had finally cooled down, he turned it off, pulled back the quilt and began to examine her injuries.

  Under the moonlight, take a closer look at this little girl. Her small face is delicate and gentle, with the moonlight evenly sprinkled on her features, a layer of silver light that looks extremely beautiful.

  He slowly approached her, brushed aside the stray hairs beside her ear, and gazed intently at her tightly closed eyelashes.

  On the left shoulder, there was a patch of black and blue, and upon touching it, there were still faint marks of abrasion, only that they had already scabbed over with thin scabs. Song Shuyu's face turned dark, this girl obviously lacked effective response to sudden falls.

  The outer elbow has lumps all over it when pressed, probably caused by blocking a powerful attack.

  The round navel is on the soft belly, and the curved vortex can hold a small pearl. It is said that in ancient times, when emperors chose their concubines, this was the standard for the navel.

  Song Shuwei felt that the distance was too close, raised his head to glance at Sang Hong, a bit nervous, his throat dry, saw that she didn't have any reaction, lowered his head and his lips went forward to taste, so soft.

  The sweet memories of her in his bones were all drawn out, and the subtle implication of Xiang Hong made him feel like a string in his brain had snapped - last night was last night, tonight is tonight, how could he think that just because he was rejected yesterday, he would also be rejected today?

  He stood up decisively, kissed her lips affectionately, lightly biting her lower lip and licking her upper lip. She seemed to have fallen asleep, numbly letting him do as he pleased.

  He adored her current cute and dazed appearance, and became even more aggressive, covering her entire lips with his mouth, slowly nibbling on them, as if still not satisfied.

  He teased her teeth with his tongue until she parted them slightly for air.

  He took advantage of the opportunity to plunder the city and kissed deeply.

  Xiang Hong was a bit overwhelmed and desperately needed air, she instinctively murmured "mmm..." to herself.

  Song Shuoye was encouraged, tightly sucking on her tongue tip, eagerly sucking and allowing his body to press tightly against hers.

  Xiang Hong felt a suffocating sensation in her chest, and with narrowed eyes, she saw him causing trouble. Her small hands weakly pushed against his chest to resist, but he roughly brushed them aside. She had no choice but to use her tongue to force him back, yet he took advantage of the opportunity to pull her small tongue into his mouth for a thorough savoring.

  She was even more bewildered, the taste of this kiss was so enchanting that she didn't even notice the silver threads flowing out of her mouth, all she knew was that she was drawing air from Song Shuyu's mouth, and her arms were also unconsciously tightening, her whole body was pressed against his.

  Song Shu Yu loved the taste of her mouth, that soft little tongue, couldn't suck enough, and those delicate lip sounds murmured, as if to absorb his soul.

  He exerted a bit more force, his arms propped on either side of her head, and kissed her even more deeply.

  After a while, he pulled away and found that the little girl seemed to be kissed dizzy, her lips were tender and tempting, yearning for his plucking. He gently licked the silver thread at the corner of her mouth, slowly attacking her earlobe;

  He started with a gentle bite, eliciting a low murmur of protest from the little one, then comforted him with soothing nuzzles.

  Xiang Hong felt a surge of electricity running through her body, trembling with fear.

  She twisted her body uncomfortably.

  ……

  In order for Sang Hong to be more intimate with him in the future without being shy, he decided to start training her step by step now.

  Although Xiang Hong was shy, she wasn't the type to hide her true feelings. She somewhat understood his intentions, but she was also very curious about his physical sensations and various little secrets.

  She dodged his gaze and shyly leaned in close to his ear, whispering:

  "That - we both exchanged, must tell the truth, is... at first a bit strange, body sore and soft, but later still very comfortable."

  When she said that, Song Shuyu gave a low, magnetic and charming laugh, and he understood that being able to communicate such information meant their relationship had clearly taken another step forward.

  He tucked her stray hairs behind her ear and nibbled on her plump earlobe: "Since that's the case..."

  The demonic claws reached out again, fierce and precise, directly rubbing against her increasingly sensitive body. The tiger's body shook, and it pounced forward. Sang Hong didn't expect him to launch such a fierce surprise attack, unable to dodge, she could only slightly lift up her upper body, tightly adhering to his body, helplessly embracing his neck, her small face buried in his shoulder pit, loudly shouting:

  "Why don't you say it's unfair! Hmm...hmm...don't move...I can't take it anymore! Ah! Too fast! You're so mean!"

  The body that was still in the afterglow of beauty was extremely sensitive, and even a light touch made it tremble uncontrollably. How could it withstand such crazy abuse from him?

  "I haven't reached the same state as you yet, how should I put it?"

  Song Shuyu let out a low growl and got her response, he was thrilled.

  "Uh-huh... uh... it's coming again...... really can't take it anymore...... ah!"

  Xiang Hong couldn't control herself, she bit onto Song Shuyu's shoulder, her upper body convulsing, and a low humming sound came from her nose.

  Song Shuwei felt stunned and experienced a somewhat unfamiliar feeling, with some soulful comfort and floating.

  ……

  Good heavens, the reward for being unselfish is so rich and abundant. The surging waves of pleasure made him feel for the first time that sharing this experience with someone was far more enjoyable than doing it alone.

  He decided that from now on, no matter what, he would definitely tease her into a state.

  He contentedly stroked her hair and held her as she lay on her back.

  "Tell me about your feelings." San Hong blushed bright red, but still didn't want to miss the chance to understand his emotions.

  Song Shu Yun's voice was low and husky as he chuckled, casting a sidelong glance at her: "Too tight!"

  "What? Sanhong didn't understand."

  "It's too tight, it's too tight here, it hurts not just you, actually... I'm also in some pain." Song Shuyu gave her a clear answer, and the stifled laughter in his chest made her astonished.

  Scarlet was stunned, depressed and angry with a small flame of fury, is this the feeling he wanted to share with her?

  He was so angry that he stretched out his hand to twist him: "It's you yourself - you still have the face to blame others, since you also have some pain, why do you still want to toss around, and you are obviously enjoying it."

  The voice got smaller and smaller, covering her face, ah, if she wasn't careful, she would be lured into revealing her inner thoughts by this sinister guy. This scoundrel understood her feelings, and it's likely that he'll find it even easier to control her in the future.

  Ah ah ah, someone is so frustrated they want to scratch the wall.

  Song Shuwei looked at her pouting lips, huffing and puffing, pounding her chest and stomping her feet, and laughed comfortably as he wrapped his arms around her, mimicking her tone:

  "Hmm... to be honest, my feeling is similar to yours. At first, it's a bit sour, then very comfortable; at the beginning, it's swelling and painful yet pleasurable, only after struggling can I reach the very comfortable state afterwards."

  Describe what that very comfortable realm is like?

  Xiang Hong's small face, peeking through her fingers, suddenly became excited with sparkling eyes.

  "Alas, this is hard to put into words. I reckon it's the same kind of feeling that you can't quite express either. How do I describe it? A certain man fell deep in thought, 'My vocabulary is rather limited at times like these... In short, that feeling makes you feel like dying just to experience it again.'"

  Xiang Hong looked flabbergasted and exclaimed: "Even if I die, I'd be willing? Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

  Song Shu's dark eyes stared at her: "Don't exaggerate."

  "Really? How can you prove it?"

  "How are you going to prove it? If you can prove it, I'll let you have a good night's sleep tonight?" Song Shuyu waved his hand and sat up, looking very pleased with himself.

  Xiang Hong thought of the two previous tragic encounters, and was so scared that she shuddered all over, shaking her head repeatedly: "No need to prove it, no more, cough, cough."

  Song Shuwei smiled secretly and lay down again, Xiao Yatou was indeed simple-minded and had no common sense.

  He didn't plan on bothering her tonight anyway, they were both tired after a long day, and he was somewhat reluctant to part with her.

  "Do you have a sore feeling in your joints all over now? Relax and take it easy."

  Xiang Hong obediently closed her eyes, moved around a bit, and felt that the lingering pain in her body had disappeared.

  "No way, heavens! If I had half of today's training volume in the past, I would definitely be lying awake at night, feeling uncomfortable; it's really strange, could the alternating hot and cold water circulation have such a magical effect?"

  Xiang Hong asked in surprise.

  Song Shuoye smiled mischievously and said: "In addition to that, there's also the comfortable thing we just did together, exchanging our innermost thoughts."

  Xiang Hong suddenly dodged into her quilt with a loud crack of thunder.

  This reaction was naturally within someone's expectation. He smiled intimately and patted her back, slowly opening his mouth to continue finding benefits for himself:

  "Generally speaking, for young men and women with strong bodies who gradually develop a taste for sex, doing it at least once a day can strengthen the body and have a beauty-enhancing effect. Within three times, it's within the tolerable range, but if overdone, the weaker party may experience dizziness and whole-body soreness."

  Xiang Hong listened quietly with a hint of impatience, waiting for him to enlighten her.

  "So, Honghong, we need to reach an agreement. You say I give up my daily work to accompany you in your intense training, can't you also consider my hardships? Every day, I'm working hard but can't even get a decent meal, it's going to make me irritable and you'll suffer too."

  "Otherwise, give me one more time tonight, I promise to be as good as tonight and not overeat. When I behave well, you can reward me at your discretion, how about it?"

  Song Shuyu slowly put forward the conditions.

  Xiang Hong listened with a mixture of laughter and tears as he spoke about such benefits in a seemingly serious tone.

  Thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled slyly: "How do I know you're trying your best to train me or just taking advantage of the situation?"

  "Baby, I've crossed the line, I'm genuinely good to you, except for wanting to get close to you, I'll do my best for anything for you;"

  I just like you a lot and occasionally want to kiss or hug, which is very normal; would I be more interested if I showed no interest in being intimate with you?

  Xiang Hong looked foolish, watching him stubbornly ask her for an answer, she felt a little ashamed and lowered her head, twisting and turning to say:

  "I actually don't dislike your bad side, I'm just afraid that you'll be as energetic as before and exhaust me completely. But if we're like this every day, I reckon it won't take long for you to get bored."

  "I guarantee, I —" Song Shuyu seemed like he was about to make a promise.

  Xiang Hong raised her hand to cover his lips: "I know that the promises you make at this time are sincere, but I've never liked other people's promises, it's pressure on both of us."

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow, this girl was really hard to deal with, she didn't even believe in promises and oaths, he also felt a bit at a loss, so he could only discuss the matter at hand.

  "You feed me at night, and I won't find opportunities to touch you during the day."

  "This tone is really overbearing! San Hong stared foolishly at this guy who was shamelessly being unreasonable."

  Song Shuyu would never give in for his own pleasure, and immediately came up with a plan, saying: "Sang Hong, why don't we do it this way, everything will be decided by strength;

  I've seen your physical data and it's considered good at your school, but here it's clearly not enough. You need to intensify your physical training with morning and evening drills.

  All physical data, meet the requirements, you win, otherwise I win.

  Xiang Hong heard the bet and immediately got excited, she also thought this was the best way to push her limits, but the stakes were really too high, so she could only listen and think about it again.

  "Uh-huh, go on."

  Song Shuyu saw that she didn't object, so he immediately revealed his plan: "Tomorrow I'll also get my physical data measured, and we can put the two sets of data together for comparison, calculate the gap. During training, I'll require you to improve by a certain margin, I guarantee I'll do it first, and accompany you throughout the whole process."

  "Really?" Xiang Hong listened to him say so, and felt that it was highly feasible.

  "Hmm, if you can't meet the requirements, I'll be in charge tonight."

  "What if I meet the requirements?" San Hong retorted.

  "Tonight's initiative is yours, you don't let me move you, I promise to hug you to sleep obediently, that is——" Song Shuyu dragged out his voice and smiled very slyly.

  "What is it?" Sang Hong asked back.

  "Ugh - if I don't get a chance to be close to you every day, I reckon next time we train, wherever I catch you, that's where I'll take you down, I'm not sure if I can wait till tonight to roll in the sheets."

  Song Shuyu said it was reasonable.

  "You - you - you - are you saying that if I don't meet the requirements of armed cross-country, you will do this and that to me on the road behind?"

  Xiang Hong asked in surprise.

  "Hmm, it's possible. Otherwise, where would I get the motivation to run around like this?" Song Shuyu didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, who made her so difficult to talk to, every night getting close to her once, still not loosening up.

  "This...this is too outrageous, how can you do this? Corrupt! " Xiang Hong covered her face and felt dizzy.

  "Hehe, I'm just like you, feeling quite embarrassed about this matter. However, outdoor battles are said to have a unique flavor, don't force me, I'm just declaring in advance that I reserve the right to choose the location."

  Song Shuyu's words sound particularly thick-skinned.

  "Alright, deal." Xiang Hong thought that if she wanted to avoid such a thing that challenged the bottom line of morality, she might have done better, and with pressure, she would make progress faster.

  "Baby, don't you think that this way you might be at a disadvantage?" Song Shuyu felt that this silly girl obviously hadn't realized the risks in between and he couldn't help but remind her.

  "What?"

  "In this way, with physical training twice a day, every item has an indicator, and there are also group competitions within the class during the day. I may have many chances to win in one day, can't I accumulate them?"

  Song Shuyu's words are very evil.

  Xiang Hong laughed with a sly smile, and the words that came out of her mouth were even more straightforward, leaving him stunned: "Alright, you're accompanying me all the way, as long as you still have so much energy, do whatever you want."

  "Really? Hehe, don't worry, no matter what I do, I will always keep the strength to do that thing. Alright, it's getting late, tomorrow at 4:30 we have to get up, and at 4:30 we start our heavy load wilderness training."

  Song Shu said lazily.

  "Carrying a heavy load across the wilderness? I haven't even received my basic equipment yet, and my backpack isn't even packed properly." Xiang Hong suddenly sat up with a start.

  Song Shu's arm tightened and he reached out to touch her head: "Don't worry, sleep tight, I've already prepared everything, the backpack is packed and on the car."

  He closed his eyes, dazedly recalling what he had said, feeling a bit ashamed, and was indeed driven mad by this little girl, even using such tactics, really beyond redemption.

  Thinking this way, the training effect may be better, and I will let go soon.

  He wasn't that hungry, but it was just that this little girl's words had gotten under his skin. He wanted to see what kind of big waves this little girl, who had been favored by both Qin Luoshui and his uncle, could stir up.

  ……

  At 4 am the next day, Sang Hong and Song Shuyu dressed at lightning speed, washed their faces, went out of the door, smiled at each other, and ran downstairs together.

  This girl gave Song Shuyu a sly smile, moved her wrists twice, grasped the railing and jumped down, instantly making him break out in a cold sweat.

  Seeing her agile figure, I felt relieved.

  Song Shuyu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration - those skills of flipping over the handrail of the stairs.

  This was on the fourth floor, and with a few alternating swings of her hands, she jumped down like a monkey.

  As soon as they got on the car, Song Shuyu unreservedly praised her: "That hand-flipping railing skill, how did you practice it?"

  Xiang Hong smiled complacently, with a proud look on her face, saying: "In high school, I would occasionally climb over the wall to skip class. It took a lot of practice before I could do it smoothly, and afterwards, I treated it as my own special skill."

  Song Shuyu burst out laughing.

  Sang Hong got encouragement and had a more beneficial performance enthusiasm:

  "When I got to university, during military training, our class was at the end of the second floor. Every time there was an emergency assembly, we would always be left behind by the students from the detective department, which made me so angry that I eventually brought out my special skill, and only then did we manage to turn the tide."

  "Alright, I'll get you a special rope next time and teach you some techniques to master this skill as a lifesaver." Song Shuyu immediately helped her find a way to utilize her talent.

  "Hehe, thank you so much, Team Leader! When will I get it?" Xiang Hong was an impatient little girl and didn't want to owe someone a favor for nothing.

  "No later than the day after tomorrow." Song Shuyu couldn't help but smile, this girl was indeed straightforward.

  "You must remember, don't forget!" Xiang Hong emphasized with a smile.

  "Uh, I heard your dart-throwing skills are pretty good too?"

  Song Shuyu continued to ask.

  "That one is more presentable than the previous one, heh heh."

  Xiang Hong's eyes sparkled with excitement as he asked about his specialty.

  "Hmm, that dart gun can be equipped, there's one in the training camp, remember to ask Old Zhao for it." Song Shuyu reminded her.

  "It's not good, if he had it, he should have given it to me yesterday. I'm not a regular here, taking up resources isn't right."

  Xiang Hong thought his proposal was not quite suitable.

  "Anyway, we don't lack resources or you. Alright, if he sees it and gives it to you, then so be it, I won't mention it. I'll get it for you." Song Shuyu comforted.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, when they arrived at the campsite, those people were already packing up their gear.

  Zhao Qiankun saw them coming and looked at Sang Hong's backpack, saying politely: "The equipment for the two of you is all placed in the warehouse, the backpacks are directly packed."

  Song Shuoye raised an eyebrow and glanced at him: "I've never carried a backpack that I didn't pack myself, Sang Hong went out and changed into a full set of equipment."

  As she spoke, she casually took off the backpack hanging on Sang Hong's body.

  Zhao Gan Kun stretched out his arm to block her, and said to Song Shu Yun: "If you want to stay here for training, the two of you must go together. All equipment must be consistent with all team members, otherwise it will affect the training."

  Song Shuyu was displeased but didn't say anything. He lifted his hand and threw both of their bags into the car, then turned around and took Sang Hong to the warehouse.

  Turning back, he saw Zhao Gan follow him and said in a puzzled tone: "I'm already following orders for everything, what else do you want to do, supervise?"

  Zhao Ganqun smiled and said: "I'll go get mine too, let's reminisce about the good old days when we trained together."

  Song Shuyu couldn't help but smile and raised his hand to punch him on the shoulder: "You should have said so earlier, I thought you were here to make trouble for me."

  Inside the warehouse, all she saw was three piles of equipment on the ground, a very large backpack, and an ordinary assault rifle about 550-750mm long with a black glossy body that shone with a dim light, making Sang Hong nervously swallow her saliva.

  Her fingers carefully touched it, her hands held up the gun body, weighed it, and estimated it to be around 3 kg.

  "There are no bullets inside, it's purely for weight increase. The firearms here are also controlled, and they are usually stored in the armory or shooting range, only taken out during special times."

  Zhao Qiankun saw her cautiousness and reminded her to relax.

  "Don't worry, when it's time to train in shooting, I'll teach you how to handle handguns, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns and all sorts of special firearms. I guarantee you'll be proficient until your hands are numb."

  Song Shuyu said as he opened his backpack to check his equipment and skillfully tied it up.

  Xiang Hong curiously unpacked her backpack, sorted it out, and was delighted to find that there were many more types of equipment than she had in military school, including binoculars and a compass, which were also packed inside.

  She rummaged out a fan-shaped leather pouch, opened the lid and looked inside, where five daggers with cold light flashing were inserted. She took one out with excitement, carefully testing the blade with her thumb, and said in dismay: "Unbelievable, it's not even sharpened."

  "Haha, this thing is of great quality, relying on oneself to polish it. Only when polished smoothly can it truly become a tool that is in harmony with one's mind and hand."

  Song Shuyu couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated reaction.

  Zhao Ganqun lifted his wrist to glance at his watch and reminded Sang Hong, who found everything novel: "You still have five minutes of preparation time."

  Xiang Hong didn't even lift her head, and her hands quickly began to tidy up.

  Song Shuwei looked at her with a cold eye, this girl's movements were very agile, obviously well-trained, and was indeed a good soldier.

  "Three and a half minutes, the speed is okay but not fast. Checking equipment is an important part of it. During daily rest, you should take out your own things to get familiar with them, familiarize yourself until you can guarantee that you know whether they are normal or not just by touching them. That's the only way, like yours, the check was not thorough enough."

  Zhao Qiankun started teaching her.

  Xiang Hong felt ashamed in her heart, her small face tense, and immediately stood up straight and saluted: "Thank you, instructor, for your guidance."

  Song Shuwei saw her enter a state of high alert, and his expression also became serious.

  Three people arrived outside, Zhao Gan introduced Song Shuyu and Sang Hong to the new group, then reminded the trainees that during training, they must use their full strength against Song Shuyu or his attacks, no hiding, and if they win against them or themselves, there will be a reward.

  Someone jokingly asked what reward there would be for defeating both of them.

  Song Shuyu's serious answer was: "After defeating us, according to the warriors' specialties, I will point out a lifesaving ultimate skill."

  ……

  Everyone started running up the mountain, shouting slogans.

  Xiang Hong had just run out of the barracks and was already feeling overwhelmed, estimating that the weight of the things on his back, including the rifle, was at least thirty kilograms.

  She used to carry more than 10 kilograms on her back, but this way she probably can't hold out for much longer.

  Song Shuwei glanced at her, helped her adjust the shoulder strap to make her back more comfortable, secured the gun on her back, reduced friction, thought for a moment, and then furrowed his brow and put her gun on his own back.

  "This morning, don't worry about your speed, just keep up with the group. I'll be waiting for you at the top of the mountain. If you dare to faint halfway, I'll come down and catch you in a tight hug, no matter how embarrassing it is. Try me."

  Xiang Hong listened to his words and saw that the submachine gun, which had been constantly bumping against her body, was taken away by him. Without being shy, she immediately smiled with gratitude: "Thanks, I'll ask for it back tomorrow morning, today... thanks for understanding."

  She has always been a person who knows when to act, understanding her physical condition, and truly having no bottom in her heart, worrying that the gun would become the last straw that crushes herself.

  To save face, she could only lose more face. This way, she still couldn't be sure if she could make it to the top of the mountain. However, since he had made such a threat, she was determined to persevere and not give him the satisfaction of laughing at her.

  "Take a deep breath and exhale slowly, this can reduce the burden on your heart and you won't breathe too heavily."

  Xiang Hong nodded and tried the method he provided, running forward step by step.

  Song Shuwei followed behind her, reminding her in a calm and unhurried tone: "Still use that bouncy gait of yours, take advantage of the rebounding force to make your strides longer."

  He ran ahead of her and demonstrated it for her.

  "It's unbearable, how can he possibly have such a cheerful gait? San Hong looked at him running as if he was walking on air, and even gave him this ridiculous idea, she couldn't help but feel indignant."

  "Why is this process of breaking through the limits and rushing to ideals so painful? This process should be joyful, and one should run with a elegant posture, it must be hinted to oneself, adjust that pace, toe-tapping, running like this will make your legs swell."

  Song Shuyu urged her relentlessly.

  Xiang Hong helplessly exerted her strength, making her footsteps quick and cheerful.

  "Right, like that, try to even out your pace, your breathing frequency is a bit fast, take deeper breaths, deeper."

  Song Shuyu followed her, running around her naturally, and from time to time gave her directions.

  Having run one-third of the distance, Sang Hong felt that her whole body was drenched in sweat and her throat was parched.

  Look up and see the people running far ahead, especially Zhao Qiankun, who is already close to halfway up the mountain. The road is sparsely populated with a few people scattered here and there, and the distance between each group is gradually increasing.

  Only three people can keep up with Zhao Qiankun without being left behind.

  "How can you run so fast! " Xiang Hong was envious and resentful.

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow and glanced up at her with a relaxed smile: "I'll chase after him now, I guarantee I'll catch up to him by the time we reach the top of the mountain."

  "Bragging." San Hong rolled her eyes at him, omitting all polite phrases.

  "That appearance is really ugly, haha, I'll go catch up now. Before leaving, leave my suggestion to you - take a look at the tree or stone on the side of the road closest to yourself as a reference object and get closer little by little."

  One reference object one reference place changed, unknowingly arrived at the destination.

  Don't look up at the mountain, lest you lose heart because of the distance that seems too great. Remember!

  After finishing speaking, Song Shuyu turned around, beckoned her and ran forward by herself.

  Xiang Hong looked up and glanced at Zhao Qiankun's position, feeling that his chances of catching up were very slim.

  But seeing him still running up with enthusiasm, he was suddenly filled with courage, no longer looking up at the top, but staring at some trees in front of him, some targeting tall trees, and others referencing short scrubby bushes.

  Looking at the cut branches on the trunk of the white poplar tree, a pattern close to human eyes appears, one by one, and associates them with the similar eyes of people they know.

  It's really a lot more mentally relaxing, and the pace is also much lighter.

  The state she experienced yesterday came again soon, her heart was pounding wildly, and her whole body was hot with sweat everywhere.

  Especially on uphill roads, some places have steep slopes, and those with small strides are almost crawling.

  But she had to keep running at a steady pace, and couldn't slow down the rhythm to a walk; once she did that, she wouldn't be able to muster up the courage to run again.

  With a reference object in the past, she thought hard about Song Shuyu's words, bit by bit, and gradually found her rhythm, that bouncing gait, apparently making her look much lighter.

  When she wiped the sweat with her sleeve, her eyes caught sight of Song Shuyu and Zhao Gan's figures, he had obviously caught up with his target and was trying hard to surpass his opponent.

  The two figures were moving rapidly upwards, leaving not only Sang Hong but also the three people who could initially keep up with Zhao Qiankun stunned. They thought their speed was already fast enough, yet they watched as Song Shuyu surpassed them, his light and agile footsteps flashing by in an instant. The more they tried to chase after him, the farther away he got.

  Damn, there really is someone with physical strength this fierce.

  Cao Meng pressed his lips together and continued to chase after Song Shuyu without giving up. His body was thin and agile, but he was still getting farther and farther away. His partner had changed to that sturdy big guy, who although moved slowly, had a lot of endurance.

  ……

  When Sang Hong finally ran to the top of the mountain, he was panting like a bellows.

  She saw all the team members leisurely scattered on the side of the road waiting for her, Song Shuyu dropped the binoculars in his hand and quickly came to greet her, saying:

  "Take short breaths, quick and short, don't speak, swing your backpack off your arm, don't stand still, don't sit down, slow down the pace, continue with such steps, kick your legs, swing your arms."

  Xiang Hong's face was pale, she panted for a long time before having the strength to speak, weakly saying: "Please, help me get my backpack, my shoulders and arms... aren't listening to me anymore."

  After finishing speaking, her legs went soft and she fell down directly.

  Song Shu Yu stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace, shouting repeatedly: "Sang Hong, Sang Hong, your shortness of breath, your heart rate is far beyond the overload, open your mouth, relax your body and breathe."

  Her eyes rolled weakly, and she relaxed her tense body, but was horrified to discover that she really couldn't breathe. It was a terrifying state where her chest was full but she couldn't exhale or inhale even a mouthful of air.

  "Help me—" Her lips moved slightly, her right hand grasped at her throat, her face flushed red but she couldn't get the words out.

  Song Shuwei looked at her face, which instantly turned from pale to flushed. He immediately bent down and laid her flat on the grass, his hands clasped together, fiercely compressing her chest cavity. After about five or six times, Sang Hong finally caught her breath and found her breathing rhythm.

  Song Shuwei was shocked and his heart almost skipped a beat.

  "Xiang Hong, lie still and don't move, rest for a while, don't talk anymore."

  The people around quickly gathered around, anxiously asking about the situation.

  Song Shuyu told them it was nothing and asked them to go down the mountain first, saying he would follow soon after.

  Zhao Ganqun gave a thumbs up to Sang Hong: "Strong enough, many people here have experienced such extreme reactions, only, the key to your mistake today is that you talked too much, you can't even breathe, what are you still talking about."