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Yan Mingxin's notes are very interesting. They are not scribbled, but show a taste of ease and carelessness. He can summarize the knowledge points in a few words, and he can connect a whole sentence without hindrance when rereading.Flipping through his book, Jun Yang imagined his young appearance at his desk, then his face, then his voice——

In the midsummer with long days and short nights and the sound of cicadas, and the second week after Yan Mingxin left, he healed his bruises and forgot about the pain. the taste of.

The smell on that person was really tailored to pinch his lifeblood, making it out of control once he started to recall.He was hungry and thirsty as if he had been roasted dry by the pages of the calendar, and his thoughts overshadowed all other wishes in his life.

This is an opportunity given to him by the approach and curiosity of human beings with similar interests. It is the impetus of the times and the adventure of fate. He should be grateful that Yan Mingxin has implemented the heroic love and consistency so thoroughly that he has the opportunity to cross the border. Stand before him through worldly barriers.

In order not to be wasteful and to live up to the only qualification for tasting, he should maintain his physical strength better so that he can taste more carefully next time.

Jun Yang called his squad leader——Schools will treat each other with admiration for three days. The students are at the age of absorbing knowledge, and they are making rapid progress. Seeing that they are well-behaved and tight-lipped in the past two weeks, Jun Yang promised Send a mobile phone for half a day.

"Stop playing, come out for activities." It is not difficult for him to imagine that the students are holding their mobile phones and cannot put it down. They are nestled in the dormitory and can't move an inch. If they want to notify, they only need to yell in the corridor, "Gather at the east gate of the obstacle course within 5 minutes. If one is late, all will be punished."

The northeast corner of the obstacle course is a high ground with a good view. When there is a competition, the referee's observation point is set here.Thirty people quickly gathered together, gathering and forming a team, and the dry sand was dusty.

The life of raising children is not as unbearable as expected, and sometimes it is quite fulfilling when you think about it.After a lot of dealings, Jun Yang is gradually able to distinguish whether there is panic or anger hidden in every small face that pretends to be calm.

"Don't be afraid, this weekend, I won't burden you." He said, "Every obstacle here is restored according to the real battlefield situation, which can train your self-rescue ability in danger to the greatest extent. You are here Watch here, I'll demonstrate it again, those who have nothing to do can leave after watching it, and those who want to stay can also stay."

On the only rest day of the week, they were summoned from the comfortable dormitory to the scorching sun. The students complained a lot, and some were so angry that they almost thought of complaining. After hearing this, they let go of their tense fists.

Jun Yang stretched his muscles and bones twice, and gave the squad leader a look, "Pinch the watch."

Except for the hot and dry weather and the bottom of the swimming pool, the items in the obstacle course are all fixed. Even if the equipment is slightly different, the overall difficulty will not be much different.The reason why he had a whim today was because he saw a training form from that year in Yan Mingxin's book.

Jumping, supporting, climbing, ladders, low nets... After running for two kilometers, he washed his hands in the tap pool on the sidelines, adjusted his breathing, returned to the highland in the northeast corner, and asked, "How much?"

The squad leader said: "About 12 minutes and 31 seconds."

——The best score recorded on Yan Mingxin's training form was nearly half a minute faster than this figure.

Jun Yang shook his head and looked at the obstacle course, thinking about which items could be shortened further.

He doesn't remember his past achievements, and he should be faster than now when he was at the peak of physical fitness, but can he be faster than Yan Mingxin back then?

"Instructor," asked the student behind him, "what about us?"

"Huh?" Jun Yang turned back, "I'm not leaving, what are you waiting for? Want to end? If you want to end, go back and put on your training uniform before coming back, so as not to get injured."

"This ground, this obstacle, you will be injured if you wear anything..."

"Not necessarily." Jun Yang patted the dust on his body, and said to Yourong, "Someone ran to 12 points, and there was no injury left."

Not only the speed of passing through obstacles is fast, but also leaves are not attached to the body, this is the most exciting place.

In the past, I hoped that the instructors would be sympathetic to the sentiments of the people, but today they were really lenient. Instead, the students slapped their buttocks and left after watching the demonstration, more or less staying for practice for a while.A few came back from practice and saw Jun Yang eating in the restaurant. While suspecting that they had Stockholm Syndrome, they came over silently with plates and joined the table.

A student asked: "Instructor, let's...I mean you, you work so hard, don't you rest on weekends?"

Jun Yang drank the soup slowly: "This is not resting."

"Except for the lunch break..." the squad leader asked nicely, "When can we have a solid rest?"

"I don't know either." Jun Yang said.

He is still waiting to be dealt with.

When to rest depends on when Yan Mingxin's troops will release them.

He deliberately teased them: "Look at your performance."

The wall-mounted TV was playing the international version of the noon news. From the corner of his eyes, Jun Yang caught a glimpse of a person wearing traditional ethnic costumes common in District D, who was about to speak.Thinking of the recent situation in D area, he always has a feeling that the rain is about to come, but he doesn't know which cloud the rain will fall from, so he can't help but look at it a few more times.

Foreign Minister: "With the king's permission, we will formally negotiate, hoping to obtain the opportunity for DNA testing, which is very important to the royal family..."

As soon as the screen turned, Jun Yang's heart skipped a beat—as expected, those old photos were finally placed before the eyes of the world.

For fear that the audience might not be able to tell which of the children he was when he was young, the picture centered on his facial features in the earliest group photo, and blended together a series of photos gradually, and showed him coming to Fengtian. The recent photo of joining the job is the end, and on the other side of the screen is the photo of the eldest prince at that time.

The two are wearing similar navy uniforms, and both have the resolute look of a soldier, so they look quite similar.

"I have to say that the offspring of the prince are as outstanding as him. This is God's will." The foreign minister said offscreen, "Because of this, we have predicted possible difficulties, and let us wish the royal family a reunion .”

The student said in surprise: "Instructor, isn't that you?"

"Why are you excited?" Jun Yang's expression remained unchanged, "Eat your meal."

Since Zhishen approached him for the first time, he knew he was in trouble, and he was already mentally prepared, and he also reported all the contacts that should be filed in accordance with the discipline, and there was no secret inside or outside.He also guessed that due to the pressure of the short-term economic collapse, District D would find a way to divert public attention, perhaps it was cultural brainwashing, or it might be a stimulus to rescue the market, but he did not expect that District D would take advantage of the special national conditions this time without spending a dime , and turned his attention to himself.

The class leader of the students asked: "Instructor, this, this... are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Jun Yang wiped his mouth with a tissue, "What should I do? Before the lunch break, remember to collect the mobile phones of the whole class and hand them in. If one is missing, all will not be sent next week."

Speaking of the mobile phone, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated as if it had been sensed, and an unfamiliar number called.

Jun Yang: "..."

Oops.

He didn't feel overwhelmed by the nonsense nonsense of Area D, but at this moment he suddenly felt tense—not many people know his number unilaterally, and today is the weekend, could it be Yan Mingxin? It happened to come over when you were free, or you saw the news and called in a daze, right?

Although he had no collusion with the enemy or treason, he had no shame in his heart, but the two of them had a close relationship and their relationship could not stand scrutiny.This incident has blatantly escalated into a diplomatic incident. I don't know what the future will be. I am afraid that the air around him will be filtered several times in the near future.

He has bid farewell to 1151 because of this matter, and he must not drag Yan Mingxin into being affected again.

Jun Yang pretended not to see it, and calmly switched to silent mode.

Don't come, don't come!

Do not contact!

At the same time, on the plateau thousands of kilometers away, Yan Mingxin was also having lunch.Due to the limited space in the temporary restaurant, everyone packed their meals with plates and sat on the ground in the open air at the entrance of the restaurant.

The material reserves here are not the same as the base, and the big pot meals provided by the cooking team are a lot worse than their air service stoves.The calorie consumption of sitting in the cabin is not lower than that of the troops rushing on the ground. After several people finished eating, they looked at the captain and asked, "Would you like to serve some? Can you please?"

There is still a queue at the door of the cooking room, and another group of soldiers who have just returned to the field just came.

"You have to eat even if you're troublesome." Lin Jisi got up, "Let's go, let's go together, we'll just line up from the back, and it's pretty fast."

To beat the boredom of the line, a TV was placed facing out at the end of the line, just in time for the news.Yan Mingxin glanced at it, at first he thought that an old photo that flashed past seemed familiar, and then watched it slowly transform into a half-length photo of Jun Yang in uniform.

He looks pretty handsome... No!

Yan Mingxin thought that he was thinking too much, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, wasn't the clothes this man was wearing the same as the one hanging in Junyang's dormitory?Even the position where the badge is pinned is exactly the same!

It was too far away to hear the sound clearly, but he could see the title and subtitles clearly.

"Captain, I'll leave for a while." Yan Mingxin threw the dinner plate into the captain's hand, turned his head and walked out of the camp.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Lin Jisi asked, "Wait, don't go! Mingxin, where are you going?"

"..." Yan Mingxin was called back to Hun'er, "Not going anywhere."

He is at least 2500 kilometers away from Fengtian. He is on a mission. Where can he go?

At a glance, the ground is full of camouflage patterns of various colors.

During the meal, he saw the brigade commander and several chiefs passing by, sitting among the crowd with their plates, but they couldn't find them now.

Yan Mingxin frowned, turned to look at the TV again, and said, "I need to borrow a phone."