Chapter Thirty-Four Smoking

  A rare daily life post...

  Xiao Bingjia is a smoker.

  Although it's not to the extent that he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't smoke, whenever something troublesome comes up, he feels like he'll be uncomfortable if he doesn't have a cigarette in his mouth.

  He, 17 years old and wearing a military uniform, squatting in the corner of the hospital wall smoking, no matter how you look at it, will seem like a bad boy. In fact, smoking is more like a vent for Xiao Bingjia - such as when he's feeling depressed or annoyed - although as a teenager, smoking is a pretty terrible thing, and people often mistake him for a bad boy, and tobacco is also very harmful to teenagers - even if it's a refreshing flavor cigarette, but Xiao Bingjia doesn't seem to have any intention of quitting.

  "In other words, that night you actually didn't participate in the rescue operation at all, but instead got drunk and fell asleep directly in your dormitory?"

  He raised his head and stared at Igor, who had come to apologize, with a look that said "I underestimated you". At the same time, he comfortably puffed out smoke from his mouth.

  "Hmm... What you said is indeed true, can't be helped, who made me drink too much last night? Ahahahaha..." Igor rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

  "So that's what they mean by 'not being good at making friends'... You're such a guy..." He reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt, which had nothing but a filter left, and Igor apologetically offered him another cigarette.

  Mild Seven, a pack of men's cigarettes with a strong flavor for 300 rubles - the price is quite reasonable. This was also what Igor bought to make amends with Xiao Bing Jia, a pack of cigarettes worth half a month's military pay.

  He stretched out two slender fingers, holding it like a lollipop at the corner of his mouth. Then he didn't rush to light it up, but instead put his gaze on the neat and tidy military uniform placed on a tray beside the hospital bed.

  "Have you also been promoted?" Igor asked in puzzlement, following Xiao Bingjia's line of sight.

  "Uh-huh, that's right. Lieutenant rank, probably going to serve in a certain regiment of the Northern Fleet..."

  I recall the extremely rude escape from General Kukov last night. Not even a greeting was given, and according to this 'disobedience to the Supreme Commander's order' crime, he can probably be locked up in that detestable prison again.

  But afterwards Kuznetsov acted as if nothing had happened, and did not pursue any responsibility from Shiao Biaotan, instead awarding him a military position according to the original plan - Commander of the 3rd Mixed Regiment of the Soviet Northern Fleet.

  Khodorkovsky also had someone pass on a phrase that left Shakhnovsky perplexed: "You deal with it yourself."

  "Are you Shanghai military?" Igor exclaimed in surprise.

  "Not really..." Xiao Bing Jia pulled out a lighter from his hospital gown.

  "Pulling the land army across the ocean..."

  Spark... Ignite.

  "It's extremely stupid!!"

  The smell of tobacco spread throughout the oral cavity, smoke rushed from the mouth to the nasal cavity, making Xiao Bingjia cough repeatedly, and tears filled his eyes.

  "It's really terrible..."

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  Xiao Bingjia's term of office has 5 days left. Xiao Bingjia is not in a hurry to go to the Murmansk naval base in the north. So he has a lot of free time to relieve some pressure on his body.

  Because of the last pursuit of Tan Ya in the forest, due to getting lost, the search team took him back in a very unglorious way, so he suffered quite a bit.

  Rubbing the tightly bandaged wound on his head, he couldn't help but recall that woman's exaggerated marksmanship from that one night.

  "That's really impressive..."

  Xiao Bing sighed with emotion.

  The woman who almost got herself killed, who is she?

  By the way, in the end, Wen Lun, who was captured by him personally, still managed to escape. After all, he is also a qualified old soldier, and he has to rely on the terrain and ~

  Came to the rooftop balcony of the war zone hospital, gazing at the distant scenery. Trying to let the cool breeze relieve the stuffiness inside my body.

  Looking at the soldiers coming and going under the building doing various training exercises. Xiao Bingjia suddenly missed his past life.

  I have a classic erotic art DVD of Teacher Saaya that's as thick as one disc. A bookshelf full of loli figurines, my Harmony Japanese doujinshi ICBook, and my precious limited edition Shana (Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed) lace lingerie dakimakura...

  Thinking of this life and this world having no fate with them, Xiao Bing Jia couldn't help but shed tears.

  To outsiders, Xiao Bingjia at this moment is just like a poet who is moved to sorrow by the scenery, always sighing for no reason, but nobody knows that his mind is full of those island country products.

  Those carefree days, that world which haunts one's dreams...

  Xiao Bing's armor was filled with sorrow, and he once again pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, deciding to use it to dispel his worries.

  Just as I was about to light up a cigarette, I suddenly remembered a familiar voice that couldn't be more familiar.

  "What are you doing! Dear!"

  Villa... It's this guy again...

  "Oh, hi..."

  Vera came running over with a look of discontent on her face, pointing at Xiaobing's armor and shouting in the loudest voice: "What is this!?"

  "Ah... this one." Knowing he couldn't escape, Xiao Bing Jia tried to bluff his way through: "The apples from the Caucasus region are great..."

  "This is a good cigarette or what, don't think I've never had one before!" Vera's small mouth could almost hang a small oil lamp. "Do you know or not that your current body..."

  "This is just an apple stick..." Xiao Bing said with a smile, while also planning to tease this world's beauty in his heart.

  "Whatever way you look at it, it's cigarettes?"

  "It's just something that looks like a cigarette and can produce apple juice, it's just a fruit stick."

  Ignition.

  "If it's just a popsicle stick, there's no need to light it on fire in the first place!"

  "If there is enough imagination."

  "That thing is completely useless!"

  "Really? I think so too. Sigh..."

  A puff of white smoke was spat out.

  "What you're spouting is completely unrelated to the Apple version!! Do you think I'm an idiot?!"

  "Ah, the apple flavor inside has all been digested by me - these are just some dregs of my internal metabolism, don't mind them."

  "How wonderfully your body functions!"

  Vera, I have to admit that your trash-talking skills are quite impressive... Hmm, if this were a world like Gintama, you'd probably be the type of character who excels at trash-talking, just like Shinpachi.

  "Ah, to be honest with you. Actually, I was bitten by a mutant spider and became a mutant myself, so my body is different from ordinary people, so you don't have to worry about it."

  "What kind of spider is that? Not even a terrifying robot could do that. And don't tell me you turned into a robot after being bitten."

  "Ah. That's right, so I became Iron Man..." He took another comfortable drag on his cigarette.

  "Huh? What are you talking about? I completely don't understand... Vera is already broken..."

  Looking at the beauty in front of him whose eyes had already turned into circles, Xiao Bing felt a wicked thrill in his heart.

  "As long as there is imagination, everything will be alright."

  "Uh..." Vera completely collapsed...