Volume 1 Chapter 72: Cold War and Hot War (Refined)

  "Do you like this way of getting along?" he asked softly in her ear.

  "Mmm, I like it." A certain girl nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.

  She immediately focused her attention on the TV screen, and suddenly gulped a mouthful of saliva, almost choking herself - only to see that the idol drama being played on the screen was showing a romantic gaze between the male and female leads, their eyes hazy, slightly closed, their lips slowly approaching each other... Ahhh, they were starting to kiss!

  What a melodramatic plot!

  Xiang Hong was so annoyed that she wanted to bite off her own tongue, and randomly agreed to something.

  But however, the one beside her is obviously affected by such a stupid plot, sniffing around her neck like a little dog.

  Xiang Hong tried to push his head away, but he not only didn't stop talking, he also didn't stop moving, and instead became even more aggressive, using a bit of force to turn her small body around, finding her small lips and kissing them.

  Wooooo——Sang Hong struggled and protested.

  "Practice is better than watching." The man said confidently and continued with his head down.

  He tenderly licked along the curve of her lips back and forth, Sang Hong couldn't bear the temptation, slightly parted her lips, wanting his tongue to enter.

  The kiss Song Shu Yu gave her tonight was completely different from usual, soft and gentle, full of warmth, without the urgency and dominance of before, and only teased at the edges, refusing to entangle with her small tongue.

  She has gotten used to his demands and never felt so itchy and hard to bear.

  She instinctively learned what he usually taught her, plucked up the courage, stretched out her small tongue, opened his teeth, handed over her small tongue to him, and tried to hold his with her tender lips, clumsily pulling it into her own mouth and sucking desperately.

  Song Shuwei entwined with her in a lingering kiss, his throat hoarse: "Right, baby, be good... just like this, kiss me back..." Sang Hong was enchanted by his magnetic voice and before he could finish speaking, she pressed her smiling lips onto his again.

  After a long time, Shang Hong opened her eyes and met Song Shuyu's smiling gaze, then hastily blushed and closed them again.

  Song Shuwei smiled lightly: "In the future, if you want to kiss me, take the initiative, I will return more kisses to you, it's not good to just gaze at each other longingly."

  "Is it a case of 'quenching thirst by gazing at plums'?" Xiang Hong mistakenly saw the couple kissing on TV, and hastily used the remote control to turn off the screen. She thought about what had happened in the woods today, when she suddenly wanted to kiss him but couldn't, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

  After some thought, I'd better turn against you. So I said: "You still have the face to say that? You actually made me kiss a tree leaf and couldn't even get close to you..."

  Song Shuoye smiled and asked: "Then why didn't you continue later?"

  "You, you, you—" Sang Hong was choked with rage, he had said such shameless things, how could she still dare.

  "Baby, don't be angry anymore. Now I'll make it up to you. Here, this mouth is yours now. You can kiss me however you want. Or we can take a bath together and play kissy face, how about that?"

  The big bad wolf lures Little Red Riding Hood's voice.

  Xiang Hong was struck by his occasionally revealed silly state, savoring those moist lips, really delicious.

  Song Shuwei saw that she didn't make a sound, so he immediately removed the two ornaments from her arm and put them on the tea table, then carried her towards the bathroom.

  The bathroom had only a small pink wall lamp on one corner, the light was hazy with water vapor.

  Song Shuyu hugged her and lay down side by side, pressed a button with his hand, and suddenly felt that the bathtub on the back stuck out two soft round disc-shaped objects against her lower back and hips. Then, a slight vibration started silently, and the numbness made her feel comfortable all over.

  "Ah——it's so comfortable, are there two circular massage plates on your back too?" Sang Hong asked curiously.

  "Mmm." Song Shuyu's body was pressed tightly against hers, face-to-face, the sensation was wonderful and indescribable.

  Suddenly, under the fascinating pink light, round bubbles floated down from the ceiling, some of which gently fell onto Song Shuyu's sturdy arm muscles, shining and tempting her.

  She couldn't help but stretch out her fingers, carefully reaching over and turning off one after another.

  Those fingertips slid smoothly with a fiery and sexy elasticity, making her reluctant to part with them.

  A round bubble floated onto his brightly colored lips, she stretched out her small finger to touch it, the bubble disappeared, and her small finger touched his lips.

  Song Shu Yu gazed at her deeply, his lips brushing against her small fingers.

  "Hmm... the little finger tastes good." He was still savoring the little finger, and suddenly felt that he might have actually eaten this little finger before. The scene felt eerily familiar.

  He reached out and pinched her hand: "You've been drawing this little heart pattern for so long, what does it mean?"

  "When I have beautiful wishes or feelings, I choose this pattern."

  "What other alternative designs do you have?" He was very curious.

  "Hmm, during my weekly piano lessons last week, I might have painted my fingernails in the style of black and white keyboard keys;"

  "When I attend dissection classes, I might paint my fingernails red in the shape of a sharp knife or skull, often scaring the crap out of the guy who's doing the main dissection on small animals, hahaha"

  Xiang Hong couldn't help but burst out laughing as she thought of past events.

  "Many people in school know that by looking at my nail art, they can decide whether to keep a distance from me or get close to me on that day. Maybe I'm just more emotional and moody, but many people think I'm really weird."

  She thought of her dull childhood and past with some minor regrets, after all, there were no companions who came and went together or ladies to share secrets with, it was all a pity.

  "That's not weird, maybe cool is more suitable." Song Shuyu's low and soothing voice comforted her sorrow.

  "Haha, I'm positioned like this too."

  Xiang Hong smiled slightly smugly, then hesitated and asked: "What do you think about dissecting in middle school lab classes?"

  "This, the rules of most of this world are controlled by humans, used to dissect animals, their fate is tragic from an individual perspective, but for us, it should be a key to understanding the mysterious nature."

  Song Shuyu thought she was too rich in sympathy, so he used this to guide her. After all, someone who is about to become a special forces soldier still has such a soft and sensitive heart, which seems to be a flaw in his character.

  "What you're talking about is the significance of anatomy in relation to humans, not the significance of middle school biology dissection classes."

  "For those young children, this activity easily exposes human beings' cruel nature."

  Xiang Hong's face was full of disapproval.

  "But often, people's hobbies and interests are cultivated from a young age, and there must be some reasonable significance to their existence."

  Song Shuyu didn't understand why the two of them, lying so intimately in such a beautiful atmosphere, couldn't get around the elementary school anatomy lesson. However, since she wanted to say it, she must have been moved by something.

  "Cut, what exists is reasonable? Absurd! Oh right, forgot to tell you, in biology dissection class, I was always forced by the teacher to be that assistant who hammered big-headed nails into animal limbs."

  Heavens, it's too cruel! Song Shuyu felt a pang in her heart and gently stroked her head.

  I always did it under the teacher's supervision, but my hands would shake and make the animal suffer even more. Later, I angrily painted my fingernails with a bloody pattern to remind myself not to hesitate. I would raise my hand and scare that vicious little boy who held the scalpel to tears, then take his scalpel and kill the animal with one cut. If its fate couldn't be changed, then don't make it even more miserable.

  But because of this, I became notorious in class as a cold-blooded killer, and they all thought I was ruthless. It seems that from here I also saw the violent factor in my personality, because in order to be less afraid in dissection class, I took the initiative to go to the restaurant to help kill fish and peel shrimp, isn't this even more cruel?

  Song Shu Yu gazed at her lovingly, his fingers threading through her short hair, his eyes fixed on her face, and his gaze lingering on her inviting lips as he said to her:

  "Xiang Hong, you're so good and excellent. No matter what you've been through in the past, I regret that I didn't appear earlier. However, you still grew up to be who you are today and appeared in my life. I'm filled with gratitude. From now on, let me take care of you, and let me share or bear your fears and pressures for you, okay?"

  Xiang Hong raised her eyes and smiled shyly at him: "Okay, but I'm used to taking care of myself, I'm used to being free, so it may take some getting used to at first, you'll need to be patient."

  "Uh-huh, I have patience with you."

  Tonight, Song Shuyu was unusually gentle, because he felt that Sang Hong seemed to have recalled some shadows from her growth tonight as well. So, what triggered her deep memories?

  He decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.

  Since he said nothing and did nothing, in order to avoid losing control, he tried his best to remain unmoved. This beautiful process was already very good.

  So she stretched out her fingers and he kissed them, she puckered up and he kissed her lips, all just a slight taste, never taking the initiative to light the fire.

  He had his own calculations, especially since she actually took the initiative to kiss him today, which greatly boosted his confidence.

  Now that he has tasted the sweetness of a woman, he can't help but think about her whenever he sees her. She is also experiencing this for the first time and it's only natural that she would want to get close to him. He just needs to be patient, as her skin and body will naturally yearn for expression.

  The warmth of the soul, once missed, can never open the heart again.

  This night was beautiful, without desire, without sweet words, without entwining warmth, they slept facing each other.

  When he woke up at night, he opened his eyes to see that her usual scrunched-up eyebrows had relaxed, and the corners of her lips were curved upwards, sleeping extremely sweetly.

  Since she likes it that way, so be it. A night free from desire's control, quiet enough to let his heart enjoy an unprecedented tranquility and comfort.

  For the next few days, he restrained himself like an ascetic and did not tempt her.

  Work hard to help her improve her physical fitness.

  Xiang Hong was indignant at his coldness while also resenting him for taking advantage of the situation to touch her, this guy was too presumptuous.

  Let her frog jump for five hours, is it just to help her pinch her legs? Looking at him rubbing his lips to help her massage, she feels that his hands are so comfortable!

  She always wanted to lean her whole body softly on him, especially his fragrance, which made her extremely thirsty.

  Ah ah ah, perverted, got addicted after being violated?

  Is it possible that I have a masochistic constitution?

  Sang Hong went crazy - every day when he got up and before going to bed, he would glare at her and make her do 300 sit-ups.

  Then, when she was weak and limp, he helped her massage her lower abdomen with great enthusiasm. His paws often rubbed against the soft edges, seemingly wanting to climb up further, but instead circled around that area, causing her heart to thump wildly. Yet, he didn't make any further moves, as if their past intimacy was just her illusion, and the person who had been starving like a wolf was just a figment of her imagination.

  She soon added single and double bars, push-ups, she was celebrating her strong points, he supervised every night, meticulous, not allowing laziness, taking turns non-stop making her practice until her arms were sore and couldn't get up, while he just pitied her, diligently helping her undress, holding her full of love lying in that extremely ambiguous bathtub to receive a massage.

  At night, he hugged her and kissed her forehead before going to sleep. She sometimes pouted intentionally, trying to get his attention, but he pretended not to notice.

  It's weird, ah! When things go against the norm, there must be a demon. Xiang Hong vigilantly gazed at his flowery words with a cold eye, but his cool and serious demeanor was also filled with a fatal attraction for her. However, since that time when she took the initiative to kiss him but ended up kissing a tree leaf instead, she couldn't muster up the courage to take the initiative to get close to him again.

  So, she could only watch as a certain big-tailed wolf took advantage of the situation to hold her small hand and touch her slender waist, while she was drooling at his hard abs.

  The one who suffered was not just Sang Hong alone, but also that old and cunning black-bellied man.

  This guy likes to plan and organize everything, brave and decisive.

  Since Song Shuyu decided on a new strategy and tactics, he was filled with the conviction of winning, and also found that such self-torture was not an ineffective will exercise, so he executed it even more firmly.

  He's always been a calm and collected, proud man, but now he's being driven to such distraction by this little woman's smiles and frowns that even getting into bed with her requires careful planning and every trick in the book.

  They say heroes can't get past beautiful women, he wants to help the world's heroes turn their lives around, and must make this beauty surrender into his arms.

  He didn't believe her self-control could rival his own.

  But this torture was really too heartbreaking, especially every night when he hugged her, he thought that in the past, he would hug her and flirt with her for a while, and she would half push and half give in, what a wonderful and interesting thing it was.

  However, for a better future, he is willing to endure, enduring until that little woman takes the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

  At that time, it was his spring, and he loved whatever he wanted.

  But as he gazed at the little girl who could sleep peacefully every night, he could only secretly kiss and touch her while she was asleep to satisfy his cravings. His desire to pounce on her grew stronger with each passing day, suppressed by his determination to resist, yet simmering beneath the surface like a wild vine, always ready to entwine and overpower her.

  Although I occasionally want to give up and start anew, I just can't bring myself to do it.

  That little girl also seemed to be getting more and more spoiled every day, lying in his arms at night, always rubbing against him like a puppy, actively sticking close to him, with eyes that often dripped like water, tempting him, but she never took the initiative to get close to him again, like that time in the forest when she suddenly kissed him, it had never happened again.

  Of course, he also saw her dependence on his actions, but he remained still, waiting and fantasizing that she would take the initiative to ask him for sweetness.

  ……

  It turned out to be what he had said before, with a fire in his heart, and the one who suffered was her.

  In the early morning, she carried a heavy load across the wilderness, witnessing the ever-changing scenery of heaven and earth. Today, an additional machine gun was added; tomorrow, more weight was added to her back. As expected, she couldn't catch her breath, then he gritted his teeth in heartache, scowling at her with a dark face:

  "So, you can't even catch your breath, where did all that daily training go?"

  She got angrier and panted even harder, her little mouth puffed up high.

  He stared and stared, his mind cleared but his body lost control - his clear head ordered him not to act rashly, but his limbs silently wrapped tightly around her, pressing down on her lips and greedily sucking.

  Just as a starving man walking in the desert finally encounters life-saving water sources, his starvation makes him feel the sweetness of the water even more.

  She struggled and refused to give in, not even touching me for so long, now she wants to be intimate, no way!

  He was enjoying himself, but coldly said: "Don't move, artificial respiration can best protect your lungs, otherwise you'll be responsible for the consequences of accidental discharge."

  This is probably the most shameless and hypocritical excuse in the world. Faced with restricted oppression, should we continue to resist or compromise and enjoy it halfway?

  Of course it was the latter, she could only innocently say: "Report to the captain, your operation is not standardized."

  He scowled and narrowed his eyes, grumbling: "Do I continue practicing artificial respiration a hundred times or go straight to field combat?"

  Good heavens, how did he suddenly recover and return to his normal self?

  She likes him with this slightly evil and possessive look, he's a little perverted like that, making her blood rush to her brain instantly.

  Xiang Hong thought that every time she was frightened by the term "guerrilla warfare", this time she was so angry that she spoke recklessly, coldly snorting: "If you want to fight a guerrilla war, then fight one, who's afraid of whom?"

  She immediately struck a vicious elbow strike, but Song Shuyu was not going to let her have her way. The two exchanged blows, punching and kicking each other, until they rolled onto the grass, where he forcefully kissed her, leaving her dizzy and lightheaded, her body going limp.

  She counterattacked, pinning him to the ground and biting him fiercely. As they bit each other, her clothes somehow became cooler. When she lowered her head, she didn't even realize when he had unbuttoned her buttons.

  His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at her: "You mentioned a field battle, don't ask for mercy."

  "Are you crazy? Are you serious?" San Hong looked at him and was really stunned.

  He clutched her small body with his arm and rushed into the depths of the forest behind him, scaring her out of her wits.

  "Not crazy, I want you so much, too much, thinking about it makes my whole body ache. These days, every time I see you, my heart only has this thought. Today, even if you beg for mercy and cry, I'm going to do it."

  Song Shuyu pushed her into the depths of the forest, pressed her against a tree and kissed her, his strength was like that of a ferocious wolf trying to swallow her whole.

  Starving skin, due to these days of abstinence, has become even more sensitive.

  Xiang Hong felt extremely humiliated, you want it then pounce on it, don't need it then hug and air dry it, who do you think you are?

  All these years of training were not in vain. Once she made up her mind to not let him have his way, he couldn't get what he wanted.

  The rabbit was furious and still wanted to fight the eagle, but Song Shuoye patiently accompanied her to vent her anger.

  Finally, he was thoroughly annoyed by her and with a swift motion, he grabbed the collar of her camouflage jacket from behind and tied it into knots at the elbow joint in three or two strokes, binding her arms behind her back, unable to move.

  He scowled, reached out and took off his jacket, tied it around her waist, approached her, and reached out to unbutton her pants.

  "Song Shuyu, you dare, I hate you to death."

  Xiang Hong saw that he was really coming and sternly warned him.

  "Hating is good, only with hate can there be love, just like me, every day I grind my teeth in hatred, wanting to peel you off and swallow you whole." Song Shuyu said as he directly pressed her firmly against a large tree trunk, sticking close to her body.

  "Don't... let's go home and continue, okay?" Xiang Hong closed her eyes, feeling his heavy breathing on the back of her neck.

  "Alright, go home and continue, but also continue now." Song Shuyu's words were like a flowing stream, his head lowered to gaze at her enticing collarbone, licking his thin lips, with an appearance of drooling.

  "Don't play dumb, you clearly know what I mean."

  Crimson contemptuously struggled.

  "Ah——like this, I'm more comfortable——" Song Shuyu was tickled by her struggles.

  Xiang Hong stiffened her body, not daring to move. Song Shuyu couldn't bear it, so he pinched one of her legs and slowly wrapped it around his waist, afraid that she would take the opportunity to kick him, while comforting her:

  "Come on, it's all like this, just accept your fate. You struggle like that, only to make me more excited. Or should I say, you actually like it too, you hypocritical little thing."

  "Little fish, you said you would respect my choice and not force me." Sang Hong struggled with her last breath.

  "I thought so, but isn't this a battle of your choice now?" Song Shuyu furrowed his brow.

  "Ah... I regret it now." As Shang Hong said this, Song Shuyu suddenly saw a hint of sly excitement in her eyes.

  His mind was suddenly tense, but he didn't have time to react, and all he felt was that the red sandalwood was wrapped tightly around his waist by one leg, while the other leg kicked his ankle fiercely.

  He dodged quickly, and the pressure on Sang Hong's body eased. She retreated to the side, hiding behind a tree. The arms that had been tied behind her back suddenly moved to the front, and she poked her head out to smile at Song Shuyu, who was stunned.

  Song Shuwei was shocked. Zhao Benshan's female apprentice, that arm-waving skill, can't compare to this little girl in front of him!

  He came back to his senses and didn't care about being surprised, so he strode over and grabbed her.

  Xiang Hong pulled down the clothes tied around his wrist and threw it over his head.

  He walked around the big tree and hid behind it, bending down to pick up his coat that he had placed under her earlier, putting it on hastily, Song Shuyu's fingers had already touched the corner of her wide clothes.

  Xiang Hong turned back and stopped running, Song Shu Yu saw that she was no longer escaping, so he didn't go to catch her again.

  Song Shuwei was wondering what kind of trick she had up her sleeve, when Sang Hong smiled sweetly at him, revealing her small white teeth, and raised her wrist upwards.

  No good!

  Song Shuwei raised his hand to grab her arm, but Sang Hong had already laughed triumphantly and stepped on the silver silk rope wrapped around her wrist, using the rebound force to escape towards another tree in front.

  Song Shuoye was crying and laughing at the same time, ah——he dug another hole for himself and buried himself again.

  If he knew she was going to use it like this, he definitely wouldn't have given it to her.

  This little interlude naturally dissipated the evil fire in his heart, and he leisurely tidied up his clothes, bent down to pick up the top she had thrown on the ground, and said with a straight face:

  "Xiang Hong, are you coming back?"

  "No, who made you bully me, you should apologize." Sang Hong was wearing his large robe-like top, standing under a big tree about ten meters away from him, with a vigilant face.

  "I didn't bully you, you yourself said you wanted to play a wild game with me. How can it be that when you say you want to do something, you do it, and when you change your mind, you just change your mind? That's too lacking in credibility."

  Song Shuoye's face turned black with anger.

  "I said I'd make it up to you when we get home, why are you still acting like this? I've already compromised, can't you also compromise a bit?"

  Xiang Hong has always been good at talking around in circles.

  "Come back, I'll count to three. If you don't come over, don't blame me for being impolite." Song Shuyu couldn't take it anymore, this girl was too good at tormenting people.

  Xiang Hong disdainfully curled her lip: "I won't go unless you apologize."

  Song Shuwei's face turned black as he glared at her, and a word squeezed out from between his teeth: "One!"

  Xiang Hong narrowed her eyes and stared at his eyes, it was clear that this guy was really a bit angry.

  Admit defeat obediently?

  No way, we haven't even had a single round of fighting, and you're already admitting defeat? That's too unmanly. Thinking this way, she felt even more justified and pouted her small mouth, indignantly shouting: "Apologize!"

  She's really going to drive him mad.

  Looking at her with a tight face, she seemed to feel no guilt at all. Song Shuyu had always been annoyed by verbal threats and would not waste his breath again.

  Song Shuyu's face was expressionless, and his bony hands were already clenched into fists that made a hollow sound.

  He had never seen such a troublesome little woman who made him crazy, neither soft nor hard, and was stubbornly entangled.

  I spoil you because you make me happy, but there's still a bottom line, where can I tolerate letting you ride on my neck and shit.

  "Three." Song Shuoye roared the word "three", his body flashing violently, his tiger-like physique generating a strong gust of wind. His body suddenly accelerated, transforming into a series of afterimages that flashed towards Sang Hong. By the time the sound of the word "three" had fallen, he was already in front of her, reaching out to grab her arm.

  Xiang Hong was taken aback.

  Isn't "two" still being counted? How did it suddenly become "three"?

  In addition to her having practiced with him before, however, she had no way of forcing him to use such speed. Dazed for a moment, his large hand had already grabbed onto her arm.

  In a crisis, the most familiar spinning elbow strike instinctively came out.

  Misstepping, she turned around and struck her abdomen with a curved elbow. Her movements were smooth and effortless, like flowing clouds and water. It was the first time Song Shuyu had seen Sang Hong's attacking power. He didn't plan to dodge anyway, in his opinion, Sang Hong's little strength was something he could withstand.

  Since she didn't hide, he naturally wouldn't let go of her arm either.

  Song Shuyu felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and the pain exceeded his expectations.

  Because when Sang Hong used this elbow strike, she was actually using her full strength to borrow the force of his grip on her arm, so that power exceeded her usual level.

  Song Shu Wei bent down and covered his abdomen with one hand in a flash, Sang Hong saw the rare opportunity and continued to take over, lifting her foot to kick him in the face. After all, given his height, she rarely had such a good attacking chance.

  "Ah——he was actually caught off guard by her attack, Song Shuyu couldn't just stand there and watch himself get kicked in the face, he was forced to release his grip on Sang Hong's arm and took a step back."

  After all, if his empty left hand were to grab her flying kick's ankle, the small arm in his right hand would probably be dislocated by his strength.

  He let go of her arm and gave a slight push, taking advantage of the moment when Xiang Hong's body was unstable. With a sweep of his leg, Xiang Hong landed two moves in a row, naturally increasing his courage.

  Although she was prepared, she was still knocked down by him. She had no choice but to roll sideways twice and jump up with a quick fish-like movement. With her right hand raised, a silver flash appeared, and she repeated her old trick, retreating nimbly to a safe distance.

  Frightened, he didn't even dare turn his head back, and like a monkey, he swung along the silver rope all the way into the depths of the forest.

  Song Shuoye would never let her off so easily and immediately gave chase at full gallop.

  Sang Hong heard the rustling footsteps behind her and ran even faster.

  This guy's endurance is astonishing. Xiang Hong felt that his arm was almost numb from holding on, and the footsteps behind him were still following closely.

  Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

  She made a series of movements, without any discount, not saving any effort, fiercely swinging far away, concentrating to listen for the footsteps, hastily running down, deliberately deviating from the small path in the forest, circling around.

  She felt that the layout of the obstacle course was good, so she started flying in mid-air again. However, this time, she didn't dare to make a detour. After all, the forest was too deep and she had never been there before. She really got lost, which would be like jumping into a trap!

  Song Shuwei was very confident in his observation skills, when he saw the footprints of trampled weeds on the ground, he smiled and thought to himself that this girl's arm must have been injured, judging from the chaotic escape route, which made him even more convinced that victory was within sight.

  "Hong Hong, don't run away, you'll get lost..."

  The forest was silent and still.

  "In the depths of the forest, there are specially raised wild beasts..."

  ...made him feel a pang in his heart.

  "Not far from here is a snake and mouse area specifically for research. If you accidentally enter, be vigilant. Make a sound now so I can sense your location."

  ...concentrating and listening quietly, there was only his breathing sound.

  "Hurry up and speak out, otherwise, if I catch you, I'll spank your butt." Song Shuyu started grinding his teeth.

  ……

  "Come out, Honghong, I won't hold anything against you anymore." Song Shuyu began to coax.

  ……

  "Alright, alright, Honghong. I'm apologizing now - I shouldn't have disrespected you. Please speak up, this forest is very dangerous, I'm not lying to you."

  Song Shuwei was entangled to the extreme, he had never known that he could be so accommodating and compromising without any principles. This little girl, wouldn't she really faint again? Damn it, he originally chased after her just because he didn't want her to leave far away, but in the end, he actually lost her.

  Song Shuwei was worried and anxious in the blindfolded circle set up by Sang Hong, he vowed that he would never give her a chance to escape again, this feeling was too torturous.

  He was just about to calm down and continue chasing when he heard a few familiar car horn sounds coming from afar.

  He came back to himself and looked down at the white dress shirt that was soaked with sweat, and her jacket that he was clutching in his hand, and suddenly understood what the car horn meant.

  This little girl fled in disarray, yet still managed to think of using a cloth to cover and conceal her tracks. He had truly miscalculated too much today. He thought that after so many days of interaction, he had already grasped San Hong's skills inside out. Who would have thought that when it came down to reality, she could be so formidable?

  He has always been cautious and never underestimated his opponents, so how could he be deceived by this little girl.

  Song Shuyu made a mark on the tree next to him, turned around and ran towards the outside of the forest. If the car horn outside wasn't sounded by Sang Hong, he would need to quickly return to look for her.

  As expected, when he could gradually see the light from outside as they emerged from the depths of the forest, he caught sight of the little girl leaning against the car door, grinning at the woods.

  "Wow, that was quick! I thought you got lost and was hesitant about whether to go in and look for you."

  Xiang Hong listened to the footsteps, narrowed her eyes and looked around, couldn't see any shadow, thought she was safe, so she deliberately said provocative words to stimulate him.

  Song Shuwei seemed to have not heard, lowered his head and ran wildly, deciding that he must first spank her little butt before catching up to her.

  "I heard you apologize, it would be better to apologize earlier, why do you have to suffer so much before letting go, you stupid wooden fish!" Sang Hong fearlessly continued to laugh at him loudly.

  This time he couldn't stay calm anymore and was no longer willing to hide his tracks. With a sudden burst of speed, he flashed out from between the trees and charged straight at Sang Hong's position without slowing down.

  "Ah ah ah - you're at it again with the sneak attack." Xiang Hong was startled by his sudden appearance, let out a shrill cry, and immediately jumped into the car, closed the door, and began to frantically start the engine.

  He rushed to the side of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped forward with a roar.

  "Let it go, I won't pursue it anymore."

  Song Shuwei shouted loudly, hastily stood still, raised his hands in surrender. He didn't want to scare her anymore. Now she was driving, with her bravery, he knew that if he dared to continue chasing after her, she would absolutely drive recklessly on the winding mountain road.

  Xiang Hong saw his appearance in the rearview mirror, rolled down the window, and poked her head out to throw his jacket away. Suddenly, she thought that he was now in a fit of rage, and if she dared to fall into his hands, she would absolutely not have a good outcome.

  She pressed the horn twice, raised her hand and bid him farewell with a slight bow: "Bye bye, since you know what you did wrong today, I'll just give you a small punishment. You can go on running alone and reflect on your actions."

  After finishing speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away with a whoosh, feeling pleased with himself.

  Song Shuwei saw that the girl's complacency was fierce and ruthless, and he was internally injured to the point of despair. He had never thought that she would abandon him on this mountain.

  Watching her escape with a flick of her butt, he couldn't help but laugh and scold at the same time, regretting to the point of vomiting blood, yet also repeatedly exclaiming in surprise - this girl is really bold, truly bold!

  Is it going to be like this forever?

  Without her by his side, how could he possibly think of running this winding road that twists and turns like a intestine?

  However, since she said it was punishment, he patiently carried out the task. After all, he felt that there was too much evil fire accumulated in his body and mind these days, and he didn't want to find a way to vent it out, so how could he calmly deal with her?

  He immediately started to get a headache. Why did this girl leave without giving him an extra piece of clothing? How could he run out like that wearing just short sleeves?

  He took down the crimson cloak from his arm, and searched it thoroughly, but found nothing except... ah... except a small individually wrapped sanitary napkin.

  He furrowed his brow, could it be that her family's annoying relatives had come today?

  With a frown and a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a little fortunate. Calculating the time, they should have avoided the danger period with those days of sleepless nights.

  He couldn't help but laugh or cry, this girl was really lucky, he had occasionally thought about her getting pregnant, but when she actually did, it was just in time to take her home.

  He's also worried that she might get pregnant and be scared, which would affect his mood from time to time.

  Now, his aunt has arrived, which has also allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief and start thinking seriously about how to interact with Sang Hong. He plans to bring it up when he has a chance, and if she doesn't have that intention for the time being, he will use contraception. Although many young girls are having abortions in hospitals these days, he is determined not to let her sneak off to do so.

  With her cunning mind, she really has the guts, as long as she doesn't want a child, she will secretly think of ways to abort even if she gets pregnant.

  Song Shuyu put the small package into her pocket, and then felt around in each of them one by one. As expected, she didn't find anything, and it turned out that she had never seen her bring a mobile phone or anything like that.

  There was no way to call for help, and this mountain road was also closed. He had no choice but to resign himself to starting a run downhill.

  Will she wait for him at the camp or go home and wait for him?

  Needless to say, with her temperament and mischievous appearance, it's impossible for her to go home and wait for a beating.

  She must be hiding somewhere, training something, and passing the time until nightfall.

  Thinking of this, he felt that it wasn't a long time for communication, and he still understood her quite well. It's just that he had never considered her as an opponent to study, and his heart was pained like the tip of a needle, not expecting to be calculated by her.

  But that girl obviously also understood his temperament, otherwise, how could she be so stubborn and only think of escaping?

  As I thought about it while running down, I didn't feel so suffocated anymore.

  He turned onto the hard cement road that led to the camp, hoping to see her and the car waiting at the end of the road, but all he saw was an empty road. Alas, this little girl was too unromantic and lacked human touch.

  Song Shuyu felt that he had met a woman who was even calmer and less emotional than him. Such a good opportunity for her to wait for him as he ran all the way from afar, but she didn't even bother to stay here. What kind of person is this? He had even accompanied her to watch the sunrise, yet not a single romantic cell could be cultivated in her.

  If Song Shuyu knew that Sang Hong thought he was unromantic and too wooden, he would definitely be amused.

  This love can make people produce such a crazy self-feeling good delicate effect.

  Song Shuyu had just arrived at the camp when a soldier came running over to salute him.

  "What?" He trotted along without intending to stop.

  The soldier raised his hand with the clothes and said: "A female warrior who opened your car left it, saying to pass it on to you."

  Song Shu Yu stopped, this girl still has a conscience, it's not in vain that he has been taking care of her for so long. She even knew to bring him clothes earlier and ran directly here with sweat-drenched clothes. It was just right that the sweat on his body had dried off, otherwise, wearing only a white shirt would be too out of season, although it wasn't very cold.

  He thanked and took it, slung it over his arm, turned around and left, casually touching the pocket, which was empty.

  He took another look and it was indeed the one he wore when he went up the mountain!

  "What's going on?" - She turned around and asked the soldier to borrow his phone to dial her own number. Xiang Hong listened as her phone rang nonstop, but she didn't have the guts to answer it.

  Song Shuoye tried to shoo him away several times, but eventually gave up and returned the phone. He took the opportunity to ask where the special training camp's personnel were training, and immediately rushed over there.

  Zhao Qiankun was leading his men in a training session of paired combat. Seeing him approach, he smiled and said: "What's wrong, itching for a fight? Come on over and practice?"

  Song Shuyu tossed the two clothes on his arm to one side, rolled up his sleeves and said: "It's quite itchy, come on, let's play for a while."

  Zhao Ganqun was also a formidable opponent, that morning he had been carrying heavy loads across the fields, and yet somehow he had managed to catch up with him and even take the lead by several steps. Just thinking about it made him feel stifled, so he took this opportunity to turn the tables.

  The two immediately started fighting, fists and feet flying, each punch and kick creating a whirlwind of excitement among the new recruits who were practicing nearby, they couldn't help but stop their training and gather around to watch the real fight.

  ……

  Here is the translation:

  As for Sang Hong, she drove down the road at high speed, and arrived at that cement road where she saw Song Shu Yu waiting for her in his car that day. The car slowed down, and in her mind appeared the image of Song Shu Yu waiting at the end of the road. She couldn't help but smile, looking up at the sky, the fallen leaves rustling, even the tall white poplar trees had shed all their leaves, not disappointing the beautiful scenery of the past.

  It's almost been half a month now, and I'm really in a state of blissful ignorance about the passing of time.

  She sighed and stopped the car, leaning against the door and looking back, thinking about what to do next.

  Standing here and waiting, ah - if he saw her at the end of the road, would he be so suffocated that he would rush over and beat her to death?

  Let's just play hide and seek, let him be nervous for a while, divert his attention, go home at night, reward him well, and make up for the mistake.

  A gust of autumn wind swept by, and she tightly wrapped Song Shuyu's coat around her body.

  She seemed to have touched something, and she reached into his pocket to check. It was a deep blue men's wallet, inside which there were several large bills and one side was stuffed with many cards.

  She flipped through them listlessly and actually saw the gold card of that high-end club where Song Shuyu had accompanied her to work out that day.

  Well, a smile and a raised eyebrow, what a great opportunity, just right for going somewhere to have some fun.

  It's great if we can find that interesting old man to play darts with, but it's also okay to play alone!

  She remembered that she had practiced shooting with Song Shuyu a few days ago, and the moving target was not very effective, so it was just right to go there and have some fun.

  Made up his mind, turned to the back of the car, took out two clean clothes, one of his own, changed into a refreshing one, casually threw Song Shuyu's clothes onto the back seat, picked up one of Song Shuyu's clean clothes, drove straight to the checkpoint, handed it over with a few words, and then drove away.

  Turn on the navigator and head straight to the club.

  When she arrived at the parking lot outside the club, she was a bit stunned. There were so many cars, where could she park? And with her level of skill, those tight parking spots seemed like traps, just waiting for her to crash into them and apologize while paying compensation.

  She suddenly thought of the last time Song Shuyu got off the car directly and let a special parking little brother park it. She immediately turned off the fire and got out of the car. Sure enough, a handsome young man came over and saw that Sang Hong was so cute, he smiled brightly.

  "Thank you." Xiang Hong imitated Song Shu Yu's mannerisms, handing him the car keys and nodding in gratitude.

  Xiang Hong walked in with a big stride, and the staff member responsible for reception came over: "Miss, we are a membership-based service, could you please show us your membership card?"

  The girl's face wore a professional smile, Sang Hong had also done such work before, so she naturally understood the meaning of her smile, which was, if you have a card, come in, and if not, please leave voluntarily.

  Xiang Hong took out the card from her pocket and handed it over.

  The girl took it and looked at it, then looked at Sang Hong in surprise: "This card is a real-name system, you're not the owner, are you?"

  She rolled her eyes and leaned in, "Can't I use it myself? Why was Song Shuyu able to bring her here to spend money that time?"

  He smiled carelessly: "He has some things to deal with in the city, and he left me here to hang out with you while waiting for him. What's wrong? Your computer must have backed up his private information, can't you just contact him directly?"

  The girl smiled and handed the card back to her with both hands: "Please keep it well, when you leave, please come here to settle the account."

  Xiang Hong took it and put it in her pocket, asking: "Is the old man who plays darts around?"

  The staff's face showed some hesitation: "He is very busy and generally does not receive guests. We have several professional dart players here who are retired from the team, can we replace him?"

  Xiang Hong shook her head: "Forget it, I'll go practice shooting at moving targets first. Tell him that his new apprentice has come to challenge him, if he can make it then he can find me there, otherwise don't bother."

  Those staff were somewhat surprised, an apprentice?

  He immediately picked up the internal phone with great enthusiasm and smiled: "Please wait, may I ask your surname?"

  Mulberry, mulberry fruit's mulberry.

  "Hello, Lin Tou Er, your apprentice Miss Sang wants to see you, can you spare some time?"

  Lin Xuanyu was chatting with two old friends at a tea house outside when he received the call, which made him unhappy. However, after a moment of contemplation, he thought of Sang Hong's pale face and immediately said:

  "Let her play first, don't be slow, I'll be back soon."

  Old friend Song Dàyǒu teased him: "With that little business of yours, you're always sending people off and welcoming them back, don't you feel tired?"

  Lin Xuan Yu gave him a mysterious smile and said after a moment of contemplation, "If you knew who was looking for me, you would be even more excited than I am."

  "What's the big deal, you're a martial arts fanatic, always waving your sword and gun around. People looking for you have no suspense at all, they either come to ask for your advice or to spar with you."

  Song Dàyǒu's words were straightforward and without courtesy.

  Zhao Qing-shan, a chubby man on the other side, couldn't help but speak up, saying slowly: "Xiao Xuan-zi, this is where you're wrong. Old Song invited us to gather today with a purpose. This tea is a reward for driving, and we agreed to drive Old Song's new car together after finishing the tea. Why do you want to withdraw halfway?"

  "How can you talk like that? We're both around the same age, and he's already being called Old Song by you. I've got a whole bunch of kids and grandkids at home, and you still insist on calling me Little Lin this and Little Lin that. It's really nauseating to see you fawning over him like that."

  "Haha, who made you this old guy look so tender? Look at your face, and put it together with the eldest son of your family, it's clearly like brothers!" Song Dàyǒu followed up with a tease, looking very pleased with himself.

  Lin Xuanyu's pale face twitched twice, unable to think of a comeback.

  Song Dàyǒ said considerately: "If you want to leave, then leave! You're busy! How much money is enough? It's not easy for us three brothers to gather together. This old man can still see each other a few more times?"

  "How dare you leave first, I'll be 90 years old in a few months, this new car is a gift to myself, I didn't even drive it back home, and brought you all here to try it out, but you've abandoned us here."

  Lin Xuanyu also felt a bit sad when he heard this, and he said in a wronged tone: "I didn't say I'd go back later, nor did I say I'm leaving now, why are you getting hurt?"

  "Alright, alright, I won't leave, today we three brothers will have a good time."

  Song Dàyú's eyes rolled and he smiled slyly: "Aren't you worried that your new female disciple will be neglected?"

  Zhao Qing Shan burst out laughing: "Frequently sparring with such a female disciple, is this the secret to your eternal youth?"

  "Right, right, right! Just in time to take advantage of today's opportunity, you can pass it on to us. Let me be 90 years old this year and 89 next year." Song Dahai laughed very slyly.

  Lin Xuan Yu couldn't bear the teasing of these two friends, and innocently sighed: "This little girl, if you talk about her origins, both of you will be tongue-tied by your own words just now."

  "What? Is it our family's Yanran?" Zhao Qing Shan widened his eyes and hesitantly guessed, he hadn't heard that his granddaughter was learning how to throw darts; but even if B City was big, someone who could get Lin Xuan Yu to agree to teach them must have some background.

  Song Dàyǒu burst out laughing: "Our family doesn't have a daughter, and the grandchildren are all boys too. This is indeed a relief, haha!"

  Lin Xuan Yu looked at him with a big smile on his face and exclaimed: "It's possible that it's someone from the Old Song family."

  Song Dahai almost choked on his own saliva, his eyes blinked for a while, and he leaned in to say: "What do you mean by 'possible'? Are there illegitimate granddaughters of mine wandering outside? Is it under the name of Jingzhu or Jingshi?"

  Just thinking about being thrown into the troops and trained to be so obedient, Song Dahai worried that his birthday this year would not be peaceful.

  Lin Xuanyu smiled and said: "You're so beautiful that you'd die from it. Do you still want to pick up a granddaughter for free?"

  He didn't beat around the bush anymore and said straightforwardly, "The Song Shuyu your family brought to my place to play with, looking at that pampered attitude, I reckon after your family's longevity celebration, there might be a happy event soon."

  "What? What's that? Is it the one brought by Shu Yu?" Song Dahai hadn't even had time to feel disappointed before he started rejoicing wildly again, afraid that he had misheard the news.

  Everyone thought he was going to be a monk, but he quietly got himself a little wife.

  As soon as Lin Xuan Yu nodded, he started firing off questions like a machine gun: "Whose is it? How old is it? What's its temperament like?"

  Zhao Qing's throat was clear, his face looked unwell, and he glanced at the two old friends who turned their heads to look at him: "Old Song, isn't that little rascal Shu Yu always getting along with our family's Yan Ran? How did another little girl suddenly pop up?"

  "I just heard about it, and who can be sure about young people's affairs? If they are that kind of relationship, do you think they still wouldn't get together with our efforts?"

  Song Dai was thrilled when he heard that his grandson had a new girlfriend and immediately forgot about his predetermined granddaughter-in-law, Zhao Yanran.

  He and his daughter-in-law Zhang Yunping are the same, these years have been fooled by that little boy who doesn't talk or laugh, hearing that he has a girlfriend, naturally wants him to directly marry her back home, where can still care about what family background.

  Zhao Qing Shan glared: "No way, you promised to be the matchmaker for Yan Ran, how can you go back on your word?"

  Lin Xuanyu frowned and said: "I've asked Old Song to be a matchmaker for me, but he didn't give me an accurate answer."

  The two of them stared at Song Dahai, scaring him into hastily waving his hand and saying: "At first, this kid was still willing to meet with the girl's family, but later on, no matter how you coaxed him, he simply refused to go home. Whenever the topic of marriage came up, all he would say is 'Mind your own business.' I also like Yanran that much, and I've tried to persuade him in a roundabout way. Guess what that kid said?"

  Those two people looked at him selling his wares, both secretly wanting to hit him.

  Song Dàyǒu naturally knew their emotions, so he continued: "He said, 'Grandpa, are you an idiot? Didn't you realize that when I went on blind dates, I chose women who had no connection with our family. It was all just a formality, treating them to a meal and then parting ways, so as not to offend our kind-hearted relatives and friends.'"

  If it's an acquaintance's house, aren't you worried that it will be awkward to meet again in the future? He was just going through the motions, I didn't dare mention Yanran's name, afraid that he would find out and avoid even being with her in the future.

  "You say, I use my good intentions and hard work, but why doesn't anyone understand?"

  Zhao Qing Shan curled his lip: "How can your words be trusted? Who has ever heard that little black kid from your family say so many words at once? Have you? When deceiving others, one must consider who they are facing."

  Song Dàyǒu was choked by his words, how come their family's Shū Yù, who is so clever and capable, became a silent and taciturn little black boy in his mouth!

  But he also knew that Zhao Qing Shan was telling the truth. That kid only responded properly in public, and seemed to have some eloquence, but when speaking with familiar people or family members, he usually just blurted out one or two words. In the past two years, he had become even more silent, which pained him.

  Of course, Song Dahai's silence was understood as admitting fault.

  Lin Xuan Yu, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up with a fair comment:

  "Shu Yu's kid is actually quite good, he just hasn't met the right woman to open his eyes yet. Compared to those guys around us who are idle and don't take their jobs seriously, this kid is much more reliable. He works hard, does things steadily, I quite like him."

  Zhao Qing Shan was displeased and ridiculed him: "You like it? That kid still has to shout 'grandfather' when he sees me, when did he ever call you grandfather? Don't be self-righteous."

  Lin Xuanyu's face also turned dark as soon as he heard it.

  Song Shuwei always thought that Lin Xuanyu was about the same age as his father, from a young age, no matter how he was threatened or tempted, he resolutely refused to call him "grandfather", thinking that all these years, he had never called him anything, couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy, but that respect was also evident.

  This guy's sharp tongue is like a knife, and he always manages to poke at your sore spots.

  Just then, he also came with energy and said fiercely: "Your third child is good, eloquent, handsome, his son has gone to university, but he's always entangled with female artists. Do you like him that way? If you like it, who was so angry that she had to stay in a nursing home for recuperation, and didn't want to see him?"

  Zhao Qing Shan was not angry, but instead smiled very calmly: "Old Three is no good, but he has a promising son. You've all seen that young man, Bo Na - he's humble and polite, and an excellent student. Didn't you all just attend my grandson's celebration of being the top scholar in August?"

  Lin Xuan Yu's eyes widened in anger.

  Song Dàyóu hastily mediated: "Isn't this about my daughter-in-law? How did it get dragged so far in the blink of an eye?"

  Zhao Qing Shan looked at him with disdain and said: "Your daughter-in-law? Be careful what you say, or you'll slip up!"

  Although children and grandchildren have their own blessings, you must remember that you still owe our family a debt of gratitude. When I let you create an opportunity, you must keep it for me."

  Song Dàyǒu nodded repeatedly and said:

  "Yes, yes, I'm sure, of course, I hope we can be closer as brothers, but you should also think about it. When you said that, Yan Ran was still a little girl, and in the past two years, she has become famous in the army, and her appearance is like a flower. She's talented and capable, both literary and martial arts, I don't know how many families want to marry her off, maybe you're just worrying for nothing."

  Lin Xuanyu also nodded and said: "No wonder, Black Little's been calling out to you, it turns out you like this too, and have become used to being called that by your own family."

  "Don't tease him anymore, Old Lin. Tell me about that little girl instead. How far has Shu Yu gotten with her?"

  Zhao Qing Shan also mentioned it, and he was naturally curious.

  Lin Xuan Yu remembered that Sang Hong had gone to find him, and immediately told him about the situation he saw that day, repeatedly praising Sang Hong's good skills and beautiful appearance.

  "Sounds like something a teenage girl would say?"

  Song Dàyǒu thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "What's her age? Whose daughter is she?"

  Lin Xuanyu smiled awkwardly and waved his hand: "I couldn't ask about this, Shu Yu that kid didn't say much, it was that little girl who kept pestering me to be her apprentice, he just helped by saying half a sentence, not even calling me Grandpa."

  "What's going on here? Such a small matter can cause such a big fuss. Alright, let's go take a look together?"

  Song Dàyǒu's heart was racing with excitement.

  "We won't drink this tea? And we won't drive that new car of yours either? Look at you, you're almost 90 years old, and look at the way you're behaving."

  Zhao Qing Shan looked at him with disdain.

  "Haha, isn't this car already bought and taken home? Whenever I want to drive it fast, I can. But, that son's wife hasn't been married into the family yet, so I shouldn't go help him show off?"

  Song Dàyǒu has reason and is straightforward and majestic in his demeanor.

  Lin Xuan Yu also felt itchy, seeing Song Da so excited, he immediately said:

  "Come on, my place has a lot of fun too. Let's go see that girl or we can play for a while, and then go racing or find a place to continue the party. Today she's delivering herself to our doorstep, it's just right for us to have a peace of mind first, otherwise who knows where to find her? By the time Shu Yu brings her home, it'll probably be too late."

  Zhao Qing Shan thought to himself that if he didn't join in, he would probably be beaten up by these two people. He immediately spoke up: "Just take a look, I don't know what kind of girl can surpass my family's Yan Ran's skills."

  Then the three of them got up, changed their clothes and went out. The drivers who were drinking tea in the hall rushed out in a hurry. As soon as they heard that they were going to Lin's gym, they became excited and drove the car to the entrance with a thud.

  Three people in three cars sped towards the gym.

  ……

  The girl who was responsible for the reception hung up the phone and smiled at Sang Hong: "Please have Miss Sang go to the mobile target shooting room first, Old Lin is outside now, he said he will come back later and see you."

  A female staff member immediately came over and bowed to lead her into the elevator, heading straight for the VIP shooting room.

  The girl left behind stared blankly at the back of Sang Hong, thinking to herself, which family in B city is this a daughter of, able to use the Song family's lifelong free gold card, and even have Lin Tou come to see her with humility, could she really be his new apprentice?

  Not being an apprentice, how could Lin Tou Er be so harmonious and pleasant when handing over?

  She was originally planning to contact Song Shuyu, and when he came over, she would vacate the usual practice partner for him. Now it seems unnecessary, this Miss Sang's playground is obviously where he comes to play, and it's a pleasure to save trouble.

  However, the timing was not great, and Lin Lao actually came in, followed by two old men with white hair but a spirited appearance, one fat and one thin. The fat one looked quite kind, while the thin one was especially eye-catching, wearing a black beret at an advanced age, a dark red shirt, dark trousers, and canvas loafers that were clearly designed by a famous foreign designer. This outfit was comparable to that of a wealthy foreigner or a retired celebrity.

  Especially the eyes hidden under the beret, shining brightly, radiating a warm and wise light. Wow, this old man is handsome, it's like an upgraded version of a classic gentleman.

  She blinked her big eyes and smiled happily: "Old Master Song, you're getting more spirited by the day! Just look at your demeanor, even international stars can't surpass your charm. How come it's been so long since you came here to have some fun?"

  "The little girl has a good memory, haha, I'm here now." Old Man Song smiled, making people feel even more down-to-earth and approachable.

  Lin walked over with big strides: "Little Swallow, where is my apprentice playing?"

  The girl pursed her lips and turned her head to smile at Old Lin, saying: "Tell Mr. Lin, Miss Sang has gone to the shooting range, it won't take long, she shouldn't be in a hurry."

  "Hehe, even this little girl can see that you're impatient. Take a deep breath and don't rush in hastily, or you might scare her off."

  Zhao Qing Shan laughed and ridiculed those two old men.

  Lin Xuanyu looked at the diagram on the computer screen with a calm and unhurried expression, saying: "If my disciple is such a timid person, how could I bear to bring you here to scare her? Let's go, we'll head up directly."

  The little swallow girl at the front desk suddenly had her eyes wide open and carefully led them to the elevator, sending them off with courtesy.

  Staring at the closed elevator door, what - can shock these three old men, what is the origin of that little girl with the surname Sang?

  The shooting range that Hong went into was a brand new one, with an imported flowing water line that had just been introduced from abroad and was still in the trial phase. The simulation was very strong, and it's said that the training rooms of foreign troops were all designed like this.

  Xiang Hong listened to the service staff introducing it next to her, and became interested, but when she heard that the gun in her hand was a precise infrared dot sight gun, she couldn't help but laugh and cry.

  "You can't even save bullets like this! Is this cheating customers?"

  The female staff member explained very seriously: "This gun is very effective for people who are not used to handling real guns, it's safe and precise; for those who are used to playing with guns, they might think it's not exciting, but it definitely has its advantages, and no one has ever said anything bad about it; some people even come here just for that final precise data."

  "What data?"

  Xiang Hong asked curiously.

  "The data showing the scores is also shot into the bullseye, and that data is also different, miss, you try it and you'll know."

  Xiang Hong speechlessly followed her into a specialized shooting range. As soon as they entered, she was stunned. All she saw was thick bulletproof glass enclosing a passageway only three meters wide, with the target ten meters away.

  It's just that the target is very special, with a whole wall of lush green grass, and in the middle, there is a black target.

  "This distance is ridiculous, how are we supposed to play? I can hit the target with my eyes closed." San Hong couldn't help but curse, this was really a place to fool around, it couldn't compare to the shooting range of the troops.

  The waitress smiled politely, seemingly oblivious to her profanity, and handed her a helmet with ear and eye protection that looked like an astronaut's, saying:

  "Let me help you put on this special device, everything here will be different. The target that you think is ten meters away will keep adjusting its distance according to your strengths and weaknesses. Trust me, it'll be worth your while."

  Xiang Hong looked at her with a mixture of trust and doubt, but obediently lowered her head and let her help put it on.

  She herself has done such service industry, feeling out the importance of cooperation. If the customer is too annoying, the service staff will not have the patience to show her all the intricacies of exercise, what a great loss that would be.

  "This glasses is a high-precision 3D design, wait for a moment to open your eyes, and in front of you is a three-dimensional simulated shooting range; that target starts as a fixed target, when your marksmanship makes the system recognize it, then the target may become a moving target; by the way, which gun do you play more smoothly?"

  "The troops use assault rifles." Sang Hong replied.

  "Uh-huh, here you go." The girl said, handing her a highly realistic replica of a military assault rifle.

  Xiang Hong felt very unaccustomed with the glasses on, took over the rifle handed over by the girl, the black and shiny metal gun body, the weight and feel in her hands were not unfamiliar.

  "I'll open your earpiece in a moment, press the button on the door if you need to call me. One last reminder - although this gun is infrared, the sound of the bullet, electronic ignition and recoil are all the same as real ones, you can even smell the gunpowder, please be careful and protect yourself."

  Xiang Hong responded with a "yes".

  The girl just quit and felt that the light in the trajectory went black, and the scene in front of her changed with a swish.

  In front of her was a natural grassland, and the flat shooting range had become an endless large playground. The distance between the target above and her, visually estimated, would not be ten meters at least fifty meters.

  She looked up in astonishment, only to see the blue sky and white clouds above her head, the lush green training ground stretching out endlessly before her eyes, as if she had entered Pandora like Avatar.

  Xiang Hong suddenly became excited, set up his usual stance and started shooting.

  This is truly high-tech, so realistic.

  For an instant she seemed to be able to smell the scent of grass.

  Xiang Hong has always been full of curiosity about new things, and she accepts them relatively quickly. As soon as she no longer had any doubts in her mind, she relaxed and played seriously. She really wanted to try it out and see how long it would take for her to turn that target into a moving target.

  ……

  Three old men came up and walked directly into the huge monitoring room under Lin Xuan's leadership.

  Through the glass window on the door, I saw about twenty female staff members sitting diligently in front of their respective workstations' monitors, occasionally someone would exclaim and shout out their own workstation's results.

  "Your employees have a great working atmosphere!" Song Dàyǒu peeked out and smiled with raised eyebrows.

  "What's wrong? I really don't understand, it's just a group of young girls chatting together, but Old Song keeps talking nonsense with his eyes wide open." Zhao Qing Shan glanced over and looked at him with disdain.

  "How can a dull guy like you understand the way of management? These employees are carefully selected people who have talent for shooting and enjoy this sport. Many of their achievements were made with the help of training or sparring, so it's good to communicate in this way, both united and competitive. This fitness thing, if you want to play it finely, it's not easy."

  Lin Xuan Yu was beaming with pride and satisfaction, proud of his business model and the quality of his employees.

  Three people walked in and saw that several little girls had already gathered around the display in front of them.

  Pointing and gesturing while saying something, full of excitement.

  "Wow, we've never had a customer as young as you here who can play this game to such an extent in one go."

  "Wow, just half an hour and the system automatically replaced the mobile target? Tsk tsk, I'm so envious. My hands are itching, I really want to take advantage of this situation and have some fun too."

  "Look at this score, 50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters... all one shot ten rings, ring by ring into the bullseye. Tsk tsk, what kind of customer is this? Could it be that he's a born shooter?"

  "You're asking a deliberate question, aren't those clothes just the uniform of our troops?"

  ……

  Those people saw them come in and immediately sat down steadily, with some even deliberately clearing their throats loudly to remind the few poor guys who were entranced.

  Although their boss is very tolerant, however, gathering together to gossip so openly and flagrantly seems to be against the work regulations.

  Lin Xuan Yu slightly furrowed his brow, walked over with a swagger, leaned in to take a look at the scores and trajectory numbers on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh loudly:

  "What kind of person can attract you all to gather and watch?"

  Those who were stretching their necks with excitement immediately stiffened, exchanged a glance, stood up gloomily, turned around to bow to him, and then ran back to their positions with their heads down.

  Lin Xuanyu glanced at their expressions and said casually:

  "There are no customers to watch the excitement, and when there are customers, they must be treated like gods. Whether the service is good or bad, everyone comes here to have fun and make progress. Don't have a thick-skinned and thin-skinned mentality. People who come here all have some status, don't get into trouble for yourself."

  "Yes...yes...yes..." In the office, people responded seriously one after another according to their seat order, indicating that they had listened.

  Zhao Qing Shan smiled provocatively at Song Da You: "What's this? Are we going to try out this new thing too, and see who wins?"

  Lin Xuan Yu waved his hand at them and said: "You all go, I'll stay here to show you the results, so that you won't argue again. When she comes out, I'll bring her to see you."

  "Who would have thought that Song Da, who is usually the most enthusiastic about playing, would actually wave his hand and say: 'You go play, I'll stay here and watch your results.'"

  "Haha, you know I'm a good shot, don't you? You're getting nervous." Zhao Qing Shan said with a smile.

  Song Dàyǒ smiled politely: "I've played this abroad, it's not fair to compare with you, why don't you go practice first and get a feel for it? If you're interested, we can compete later. I'm not used to messing around with you."

  Zhao Qing Shan immediately stopped bothering him once he heard that he had played before, as no one wanted to compete with someone who was not on the same level under unfair conditions.

  Lin Xuanyu raised his hand and gestured, and immediately a little girl came over to take Zhao Qingshan away.

  The little girl who served tea to Sang Hong immediately stood up and offered her seat when she saw Lin standing behind her.

  Lin Xuan Yu didn't stand on ceremony, sat down and adjusted the keyboard. The little girl on the other side hastily pushed over a soft chair to invite Song Dai You to sit down. He thanked her and then sat down beside Lin Xuan Yu.

  ……

  Xiang Hong is having a blast in the shooting room, this gun may be simulated, but it's close to the real thing, no need to reload bullets back and forth, don't have to worry about running out of ammo, naturally she's playing with all her might, her shoulders are numb from the recoil.

  Fixed target 50 meters, 100 meters - all the way to eight hundred meters, she glanced at the almost fist-sized target and still hit it with a casual shot.

  Finally, the moving target started to move, starting from 50 meters. This system is a bit like the program design of electronic games, and the moving target is much more cunning, always flashing in unexpected places in your field of vision.

  Sang Hong was extremely excited, ahahahaha, practicing like this, won't there be no more weak shooting angles?

  She reacted quickly, shooting while jumping and dodging, standing and shooting, shooting at an angle, crouching and shooting, kneeling and shooting, even rolling on the ground to shoot. She didn't dare come closer, she was very clear that no matter how wide the field of view was, there were only three meters of activity space around her, she didn't want to rush too fast and hurt herself, but if she damaged someone else's gun, it wouldn't be good.

  She watched her scores move further and further away, and then easily reached 800 meters away.

  She flexed her limbs, concentrated and started shooting, bang bang bang - bang bang bang - damn it, she actually hit the target every time!

  Here is the translation:

  "Here we go again, this is how shooting practice usually goes. At 800 meters moving target, she's basically hopeless. Missing the center of the target is one thing, but can't I even hit the edge? How can every shot be a miss?"

  Depressed!

  She persisted relentlessly.

  The two people in front of the monitor were also puzzled. The previous results were so good, it didn't make sense that the last 50 meters turned out like this.

  "You take out the data of her 800-meter moving target with paper, let's have a look."

  Lin Xuan Yu directly displayed the data on the screen.

  That little girl who was called good by Sang Hong also felt very surprised.

  He immediately adjusted the data with ease and selected the print option.

  Xiang Hong was still practicing shot after shot, and the data kept coming out one after another.

  Lin Xuan Yu raised his hand and tore off the long strip of data, instructing her to say: "Alright, you go stop her. This will only reinforce bad habits and won't work out. Right, have her come over to the rest room next door."

  She looked up at him silently.

  Song Dàyǒu also felt a bit bewildered, and comforted himself by saying: "This result is already quite good, don't let that girl get too worked up over it, looking at her unyielding personality, she's actually quite similar to Shū Yù."

  "Let's go, we'll wait over there." Lin Xuan Yu rolled up the book and grasped it in his hand, standing up to beckon.

  Xiang Hong still held her gun and took aim, but was dismayed to find that the scene in front of her had lit up again and everything had returned to normal. Had this crappy system actually automatically shut down because of her terrible marksmanship?

  The female staff came in, and Sang Hong had just taken off her helmet from her head, revealing a face full of sweat and short wet hair.

  "This shooting range is well-built and quite exciting, but what's with this program? Can't it just automatically shut down if you can't hit the target?"

  She asked with puzzlement.

  The woman took over her earphone headset with a smile and said, "You don't have to rush either. Lin Lao is back, let me inform you to go see him."

  "Oh? You're back. Alright, would you mind printing out my shooting data for me? I'll have him take a look at what's going on."

  Xiang Hong wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve, tidying up her clothes as she spoke.

  "It's already out, Old Lin is holding it and reading it, he's waiting for you in the rest room."

  After finishing speaking, he closed the system button inside and left with Sang Hong.

  Out of the shooting range, she stepped on the soft crimson carpet and walked about ten meters before stopping. She bowed her head respectfully and knocked on the door: "Hello, Director Lin. Miss Sang has arrived."

  "Please come in."

  The woman turned the handle and invited her in.

  Xiang Hong walked in and saw Old Lin sitting on the small sheepskin sofa in the rest room, wearing reading glasses, holding a paper to read. In front of him sat an elegant old man with white hair and a youthful face, leisurely sipping tea from a small table. Seeing her come in, he nodded slightly at her.

  Who is this?

  Xiang Hong muttered, these eyes are indeed very familiar.

  However, she couldn't be rude, so she immediately nodded respectfully to him, accompanied by a brilliant smile: "This old gentleman looks great, this kind of clothes ordinary people can't wear out such style and temperament, are you an artist?"

  Song Daiyou listened to that crisp and fearless voice, looked at the small red face with a hint of sweat, this little girl was indeed spirited.

  "Alright then."

  Xiang Hong tilted her head to one side and smiled brightly at Lin Xuan, saying:

  "Master, I thought it wasn't certain that we'd meet here. It seems our master-disciple relationship has a pretty deep affinity."

  Lin Xuanyu's eyes looked at her from the gap above the lens of his old flower glasses, smiling and saying: "Go inside to wash your face first, then come out and serve me a cup of tea, that will be your apprenticeship ceremony."

  Xiang Hong stuck out her tongue and smiled: "Then I've got a great bargain, wait for it, I'll be right back to serve you tea."

  Having said that, she quickly ran off to the washroom beside her.

  Song Dàyǒu looked at Sang Hong's back and whispered: "I bet this girl is no more than 20 years old."

  Lin Xuan Yu deliberately added fuel to the fire, laughing and saying: "You really are old and muddled, I think whether she's an adult or not is still a question, but you can guess that she's over 20 years old."

  Song Dàyǒu's face sank at the time: "Can comforting me, an old man, choke you to death? Can't I see her age? The national legal marriage age for girls is 20 years old, and she's not of age. How did Shū Yù bring her back home?"