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The wind in the early morning carries a hint of coolness, and the people in the dream don't know what night it is.If it wasn't for the wake-up bell ringing over the college, Yan Mingxin could sleep for another day and night.

He forgot how they slept last night.When he was about to fall asleep, he habitually turned over first, let go of his hand, and Jun Yang turned back and leaned forward.

He thought at the time: It's good, I won't sleep on the floor now.

But after saying don't lift the clothes, when he woke up, Jun Yang's hand still got in from under the hem of the clothes, and his palms and arms were stuck to his body.

It wasn't just Yan Mingxin's brain that was awakened by the wake-up bell, every part of his body was waking up one after another.Not long after he opened his eyes, he began to feel a little cramped, so he couldn't help but bend his knees, and pulled the thin quilt up to his chest.

Fortunately, Jun Yang's arm was around the top of his navel. If it was a little lower, there might be a traffic accident.

To avoid embarrassment, Yan Mingxin had to make some adjustments.He controlled the contraction of the abdominal muscles, dragged the lower abdomen, and quietly moved away without anyone noticing.Unexpectedly, the brainless guy misunderstood the signal, thinking that today was going to be a military training session, and suddenly became more motivated, and refused to sleep no matter what, he had to lift the quilt for him, and come out to see whether the world is big or I am big!

"..." Yan Mingxin's body was stiff and he suffered from a headache.

In this season, closing the windows is boring, and the neighbors probably sleep with the windows open because they are greedy for the cool sea breeze.

He said softly, "Jun Yang, get up."

Jun Yang didn't even open his eyes, he hummed twice in disgust: "It's still early, what's the hurry."

As he said that, he and the bed became more and more sticky, his arms tightened, and his palms stretched from Yan Mingxin's waist along his ribs all the way up, hugging him tightly.

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Jun Yang pressed his mouth and nose against the side of his neck and took a deep breath, the hot and cold air rolled to his chest. The close contact made his only drowsiness disappear.

He couldn't lie down for a second, and lifted Jun Yang's arm: "Okay! Then you sleep a little longer! I'll get up first!"

"What's the matter!" Jun Yang was thrown aside, and yelled irritably, "What time is it? Are you letting me sleep?"

Yan Mingxin: "Keep down, the neighbor can hear you."

Jun Yang closed his eyes and frowned, hugged the quilt in a ball in front of him, and said disdainfully, "What are you afraid of, and why are you not doing it."

Still "didn't do anything"?

Yan Mingxin looked down, hurriedly picked up his clothes, slipped into the bathroom, scooped up handfuls of cold water and patted his face.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, the person on the bed opened his eyes soberly.

Jun Yang woke up very angry that day.

What made him angry was not that Yan Mingxin ran away, but that he didn't have the right time and place.

There are countless instructors and professors who teach military theory in the academy. Anyone who catches anyone can memorize those rules and regulations, but the real front-line officers and soldiers usually have tasks, and there are not many opportunities to give lectures, especially ships like the Changan-class frigate. It is rare for the ship and the captain to visit in person, so the college requires all teachers and students to attend.

He didn't want to dawdle on the bed for a while longer.

In addition, he was also angry with himself for acting too hastily.

Yan Mingxin is so close to him, the touch of his skin is like a powerful medicine that pushes into his heart, every minute and every second he spends is accompanied by inhuman restraint, who knows that he just took it lightly for a mere moment, he repeatedly The instinct of guarding against death betrayed him.

He played cautiously and steadily, consolidating the boundaries all night, and in an instant, the bamboo basket was empty.

Jun Yang sat on the edge of the bed gloomyly.

Within 10 minutes, Yan Mingxin came out of the bathroom wiping his hair and gave him his slippers.

Jun Yang glanced at the room: "You bathe in cold water?"

"Yeah." Washing your face doesn't work very well, when will the local cooling affect the distance?Yan Mingxin simply took off his clothes, took a shower with the cold tap water in the morning, and the world instantly returned to a peaceful state.

He smiled nonchalantly: "The water is not too cold."

Jun Yang was still in a bad mood, he inadvertently touched Yan Mingxin's cold arm, and felt that his body was infinitely hot, so he also ran to pour cold water on his head and face.

After pouring, his heart was still full of melancholy, and he took the tooth cup and went to Yan Mingxin's side, pitifully picking up some aftertaste of last night.

Yan Mingxin stood on the balcony and looked down. Downstairs were all the classes that were gathering.

There may not be enough seats in the large conference hall, and some classes are required to bring their own benches and sit in the aisle to attend lectures.

"It's the first time I've seen so many people here." Jun Yang brushed his teeth and said vaguely, "It's a big scene."

Yan Mingxin looked back at him: "You can do it too."

Jun Yang rolled his eyes at him: "Captain Yan is a major general, I'm far behind, you think anyone can give lectures in the big conference hall."

Not to mention how many ranks are separated, even if it is only half a rank, it may be an insurmountable gap for many people in their lifetime.

Yan Mingxin shook his head slightly: "This has nothing to do with military rank. You are enough to stand on the podium and give a flight lecture alone. In fact, I can do it too. We didn't speak here because the information of K-2020 and J-100 is confidential, that's all. , not because we are unworthy."

This is true, Jun Yang thought while brushing his teeth.

Let alone three hours, if he is allowed to speak freely, he can talk from dawn to dusk.

Yan Mingxin copied his pockets, moved his shoulder blades, and straightened his back: "Believe in the path you have traveled, there is no distinction between people——"

As soon as the voice changed, he listened to him and said in a low voice: "Besides, I have heard what my dad said several times. He can only talk to students, and no one in the army likes to listen. He said it was the 027 ship. Long, wait a moment and see if he dares to talk about the weapons and equipment on the 027? One day the leader asked you to go up and speak, and you will be no worse than my dad."

He said in a softer voice: "Your voice is better than my dad's."

Jun Yang: "..."

Among the thousands of words in this world, which ones can be called sweet words have already been concluded?

If not, in his opinion, it's as sweet as honey, and that's all.

Jun Yang filled his mouth with foam, and soaked in this honey vat for a while without fighting spirit, wondering if all the suffering in his life was over, otherwise why would he not be able to find any of them now?

At most, there is a small piece of dark, hard stuff, which cannot be soaked with this honey.

He asked, "Do you know why I was transferred from the Kutao ship to the flight academy?"

Yan Mingxin grinned under the rising sun, and the little stars hidden in the corners of his eyes flew out: "It must be because you fly well."

Jun Yang was speechless, unable to laugh or cry: "Are you a fool?"

"Otherwise, why else?" Yan Mingxin said eloquently, "I only know that those who can fly may not be able to be taught, but those who can be taught must fly well. Pilots have problems, one mistake is wrong, and the flight instructor has problems. One mistake and one mistake. In the final analysis, Shanhaiguan and Fengtian are the same army deployed at different passes. We are our own people, iron brothers. There is no reason for us to cheat our own people, right? If it is not for trust, Shanhaiguan will not recommend you. Fengtian, if you are not the best, and the academy is not stupid, it will not decide to keep you among the six people—everyone has entrusted the future safety of Fengtian Coastal Defense to your hands."

With his toothbrush in his mouth, Jun Yang felt that the sun was a bit dazzling today: "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Yan Mingxin asked in bewilderment, "Could I be wrong?"

Being watched closely and intently by Jun Yang, the flame that he had just mercilessly extinguished with cold water seemed to sprout a momentum of resurgence.

Yan Mingxin hurriedly said: "Well... I still have to drink some water when I wake up in the morning. I'll get a glass of water."

Jun Yang also went back to the bathroom to wash up, and he closed the door silently.

Lying on the sink, his stomach turned upside down, and he retched silently for a while, vomited transparent gastric juice, yellow-green bile, invisible and innumerable stagnation, his eyes were red and his face was pale. It's as tragic as crying for a funeral for yourself and then recovering a life.

Yan Mingxin was startled: "Did you get toothpaste in your eyes?"

Jun Yang put on his clothes expressionlessly: "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow?" Yan Mingxin asked without knowing, "What's wrong? Are you busy?"

"It's okay, just ask." Jun Yang said to himself in front of the mirror, "I was woken up by you before I slept well, and I will sleep again when I come back at noon."

It would be too abrupt for a group of sailors to have multiple casual clothes in their uniforms, so Yan Mingxin simply wore Jun Yang's training uniform.

They didn't need to line up to enter the arena like students, and slipped into the large conference hall through the side door behind the scenes.

Yan Dingbo, who is over half a century old, spoke for three and a half hours in one breath without taking a sip of water. At the end of his speech, "Thank you everyone, I am waiting for you at the mother's sea".

"Captain!" Out of the conference hall, Yan Dingbo heard someone shout, and when he looked back, it was a student running after him with a pen and paper.

The student held the notebook and asked seriously: "Captain, what is the range of the Chang'an-class frigate's close-in defense guns? What is the rate of fire?"

"Yes..." Yan Dingbo babbled all morning, and when his mouth was fast, he almost blurted out, and he barely stopped after thinking about it, "This..."

A few more students caught up, and the other became more courageous when he saw someone asking a question: "What is the interception rate of the 'Buzzard' air defense missile? I heard that missiles before the fifth generation can intercept it, right?"

Yan Dingbo coughed twice, and said vaguely: "Not necessarily, it depends on who is being blocked. The speed of the end of the warhead and the length of the early warning together determine the success rate of interception."

"How many days and nights is the self-sustainability of Chang'an-class ocean-going voyages? How to replenish in the middle? After leaving the territorial waters, which ports can we call?"

"How many targets can the shipboard radar track at the same time? What is the tracking range? I have read a lot of books, and they are all different!"

"Well, probably..." The eloquent Captain Yan suddenly became speechless.

Yan Mingxin originally wanted to go over to say hello, but seeing his father surrounded by dozens of people from a distance, he asked curiously, "What time is it, why aren't these students hungry?"

Jun Yang followed his line of sight, glanced there lightly, and saw that Captain Yan was surrounded by a group of students, several college leaders managed to break out of the encirclement, went up to rescue Yan Dingbo himself, and asked the students: "Don't talk nonsense. What's going on? Who asked you to ask?"

The student opened his eyes wide: "Our instructor said that we will go to the battlefield in the future! We must know the performance of our army's equipment!"

"Yes!" Someone said, "At least we must know where our strengths and weaknesses are!"

Someone else said: "If there is a war one day, even if I can't go to the sky, I will do ground support! Surface support! Information support!"

Yan Dingbo coughed again: "Yes, good boy, that's right, that's the reason..."

"Are you hungry?" Jun Yang asked, "Leave them alone, Captain Yan should have dinner with the hospital leaders later, let's eat first."

The leaders of the college were still asking "What? Which of your instructors said that?" Yan Dingbo was still trying his best to answer questions, but Jun Yang had already looked away and walked towards the restaurant with Yan Mingxin : "It's not interesting, I'm so sleepy after hearing it."

Yan Mingxin: "I should have said it earlier, maybe I can't speak it as well as you."

The moment he passed by the crowd, the chattering students also said some words, Jun Yang felt familiar, but compared with the words of the people around him, it was insignificant.