Military marriage, the last big man married the soldier king, the stronger the stronger

Guo Ying's words made Duan Jinyang feel ashamed.

"Commander, I have embarrassed you. I, I am not worthy of being your soldier."

"Losing is not terrible. There are always people who are better than you. This is normal. What's terrible is that you feel that Jiang Yan shouldn't have won against you."

"I……"

Duan Jinyang was speechless.

Yes, if someone else had defeated him, he might not have felt so bad. He might even have been holding back his energy and determined to fight back and win again next time.

But the person who defeated him was Jiang Yan, and he felt like the sky had fallen and he felt ashamed.

He is narrow-minded and petty.

"You have a problem with Comrade Jiang Yan because she is a transfer student. Do you think she got in through the backdoor as well?"

Duan Jinyang lowered his head and clenched his uninjured left hand into a fist.

Four years ago, on the night before their team of six was about to set out on a mission, one person was temporarily inserted into their team.

In the words of the leader at the time, this female comrade had excellent physical and military qualities. She was a rare talent with high intelligence, both literary and martial. She could make up for the shortcomings of their team, and if they worked together, they might get unexpected results.

That was an order from their superiors, and they could only obey. In fact, no one wanted her to join. Regardless of whether she had the ability or not, the fact that they were unfamiliar with each other and had never worked together before made it difficult for people to accept.

Practice makes perfect, and it was later proved that letting her join the team was a very wrong decision, but the price paid was too high.

In the end, only he and the woman were left alive.

His teammates, those few lives, all stayed in that place forever because of that stupid woman.

Thinking of the nightmare of his life, Duan Jinyang's whole body trembled and his eyes turned red.

"Jinyang, the past is the past. It is right for us to learn from the lesson, but we cannot let this make us wear tinted glasses from now on and look at everyone as if he got in through the back door and is a troublemaker."

"I……"

He knew he was wrong, very wrong.

"Commander, I'm sorry..."

Guo Ying waved his hand, "You shouldn't say that to me."

"I'm going to apologize to classmate Jiang Yan right now."

"Why are you in such a hurry? You have a chance to apologize if you want. The key is to heal your wound first." This matter is fermenting rapidly now. It is definitely not a good time for Duan Jinyang to go to Jiang Yan at this time.

"Well, I'll go in two days."

"You underestimated her." Guo Ying raised his wrist to check the time. "I have something else to do. You should think about it carefully!"

As soon as Guo Ying left, Duan Jinyang slumped down in his chair.

He was in a heavy mood, not because he couldn't afford to lose, nor because he felt psychological pressure to apologize to Jiang Yan, but because he remembered that night four years ago.

Those smiling faces in helmets were so vivid and real, but in the blink of an eye, because of that woman's mistake, scream, and desertion, they suffered heavy casualties.

They stayed in that dark night forever, never to come back.

Duan Jinyang burst into tears, his heart could no longer calm down.

Compared with Duan Jinyang, Jiang Yan is much more relaxed. She is now one of the most difficult people to deal with in the whole school. Ding Jia, who used to use the banner of fellow villager to show off his presence in front of her, is no longer sarcastic this time.

Anyway, everything has become very harmonious, even morning exercises have become a lot easier.

It's just too eye-catching. It becomes the focus wherever it goes. It's as if it comes with its own BGM, giving a feeling of dominating the world.

Without the extra twenty laps as a penalty, running exercises became much easier. I went back to the dormitory to pack up and prepared to go to the cafeteria to eat before attending my first class.

"Hey, it's Mr. Zhou's class again, a foreign language class. Is it really necessary to attend it so often? Three classes a week is killing me."

Humph, if you knew that foreign language would become a main subject in the future, with seven or eight classes a week, every day, you would go crazy.

"Hey, Brother Chu Ying, I noticed that you have become more talkative since Jiang Yan came here."

"Have it?"

The classmate nodded seriously, "Yes."

"Maybe, I finally found someone to talk to?"

"Go away, don't do this."

Everyone finished their breakfast chatting and laughing, went back to the dormitory to get their books, and went to the classroom for class.

Strictly speaking, this was Jiang Yan's first cultural class. The light in the classroom was a little dim, and the old desks and peeling walls made Jiang Yan feel quite fresh.

After the bell rang, the legendary Nun Zhou Miejue walked in.

She was not very old, probably in her early thirties at most, and was wearing the most standard cadre uniform of the era, with short hair and black-framed glasses.

Holding teaching materials, lesson plans, rosters and a large triangle in his hands.

"Hello students."

"stand up."

Jiang Yan was a little confused, but seeing that everyone else stood up, she stood up too.

"Hello teacher."

"Please take a seat."

Oh my god, these are such old-fashioned things. Modern people can’t handle them.

Chu Ying's heart was beating fast, fearing that Zhou Qingyu would be the first to ask her a question.

But sometimes, what you fear will come true, Murphy's Law has already told us this.

"Brother Chu Ying, come and read the words we learned yesterday."

uh~

Old Chu stood up with a constipated look on his face, holding the book, and looked at the tadpole writing in front of him with great confusion.

She actually knew it, but her pronunciation was not standard.

The teacher taught "天地玄黄", but she read it as "山猪细糠", which was a huge difference.

"Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter if you read it wrong. You will all return to the army in the future. It will be very beneficial for you to master a foreign language."

She understands the truth, but she can't express it.

Chu Yingge spoke very awkwardly. She was sweating anxiously after reading just a few words. She made too many mistakes. Every time she read a word, Zhou Qingyu would correct her pronunciation more than three times, which made her even less confident.

"Brother Chu Ying, you have made progress, very good. As long as you work harder, you will soon catch up with other students. By the way, how is your tongue-twisting practice going?"

Brother Chu Ying looked miserable, "Teacher, I'm practicing. I'll go back and learn more."

"Show me how."

“No, that’s not necessary?” She really felt terrified. What if she spit out saliva or bit her tongue like last time?

Oh my God, someone come save her.

Wu Ying glanced at Jiang Yan beside him and immediately came up with a plan, "Teacher, the new student in our class speaks Russian very well, why don't you ask her to read it?"

Jiang Yan looked up at her, expressing his dissatisfaction with his eyes, "Fuck, you really would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die."

Brother Chu Ying almost bowed down to her, please help me, big brother.

"Really?" Zhou Qingyu was indeed interested and flipped through the roll call book in her hand. "Classmate, what's your name?"