Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Despite the name of the captain's younger brother, Song Ye didn't stay by Qin Zhan's side all day. After the day's training was completed, he had to go to the theory class for extra hours at night.

Time seemed to pass silently through the fingers, but many things were secretly changing. For example, the four recruits became more and more familiar with the rules and gradually became old fritters. The veterans also watched Song Ye from the beginning. He changed his attitude and was impressed by the talent and potential displayed by the teenager.

More importantly, after hearing that the young man was the champion of the provincial high school entrance examination in Los Angeles, he learned theoretical knowledge at night, and the positions around Song Ye became very popular. Because many people are young soldiers who have not read books for a few years, they can carry guns very neatly on the battlefield, but they do not know a bunch of big words.

Even after the three wild wolves first met Song Ye and wrote a three-thousand-word summary comment within an hour of seeing Song Ye for the first time, their jaws dropped.

In the eyes of everyone who are amazed, there are also one or two pairs of eyes that are always peeping and lurking in the dark.

That night, it was already ten o'clock after the theory class. The big guys rushed to take a bath and take a seat. Song Ye also went to Qin Zhan to take a hot shower. , no one has come out to walk.

Qin Zhan's room was separated from the team's dormitory. After Song Ye walked around a few cabins, he realized that someone was following him.

In the training base of the Eagle Group, few people patrolled and stood guard in the middle of the night, but the surveillance cameras covered all directions, and it was impossible for foreign enemies to invade without being discovered.

Song Ye pondered, his footsteps still slow and slow, and when he reached a corner, his figure disappeared instantly in the corner.

In the dark night, the footsteps of the person who came were very steady, and the steps were not heavy. It was obvious that he was well trained and his skills were not bad. After realizing that Song Ye had disappeared, his footsteps quickened, and he wanted to follow at the next corner. In an instant, fists were already attacking.

Bang bang bang, Song Ye's punches were very fast, one strike hit the opponent's facade, and the other had already pushed the opponent to a dead end.

The opponent followed and was attacked, and a stunned person was already at a disadvantage, but he still fought with Song Ye for a while in the dark with his skills before being kicked in the chest, hitting the wall and not moving again.

As soon as the two sides separated, Song Ye could see the face of the man in front of him. After a slight stun, a sneer appeared on his face, "Brother Zhang, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what advice do you have for me?"

That's right, it was Zhang Kui who came.

It's just that Zhang Kui has never dared to provoke her since he was beaten up by them in the dormitory last time. He never thought that he would dare to follow her today.

"Hey, I didn't mean to be silent." Zhang Kui on the ground covered his chest, gasping for air, suspecting that his bones were about to crack again. But in response to the sneer on Song Ye's face, he was inexplicably a little terrified, and his rebuttal voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Oh?" A big man was pitifully nestled in the corner, but Song Ye really wanted to hear what this guy wanted to do.

Seeing that Song Ye didn't intend to ask him, Zhang Kui scratched his head and was a little overwhelmed, but when he thought of what was going on in his heart, he suddenly plucked up his courage, gritted his teeth, and decided to give it a try, "Song, Song Ye, I want to ask you a favor."

help? Song Ye's eyebrows moved, but he was a little surprised. Zhang Kui is very angry, stale, and he is a straight-up temper. He hates things that he believes. He can't pull back ten cows. Otherwise, he will not be robbed of the limelight by a mediocre second place in a few years. .

She thought that even if Zhang Kui didn't trouble her, he would never give in to her.

It's new today.

Zhang Kui saw that Song Ye didn't move safely, and he didn't expect her to be more understanding. He simply took something out of his pocket and quickly said the lines he had read in his heart, "I want to ask you to copy a letter for me. ,please."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Kui immediately bent down and bowed 90 degrees, holding the things in his hands flat, his body stretched into a stone.

Song Ye was taken aback by the opponent's battle, and looked down at the square paper folded into a ball in the opponent's hand, and couldn't help being curious. This stinky and hard-tempered guy is so humble with himself just for a letter?

As soon as Song Ye opened the paper and swept to the first line of his head, he immediately understood.

This is a love letter.

"I, I have a vacation in two days, and I want to sort out this letter, but there are some words that I don't understand very well. Can you help me?" It had already turned into a red one.

He is twenty-seven or eighty-eight. In their village, ordinary children can play soy sauce, but he is the only old leftover boy. In fact, Zhang Kui had a girl he liked in his heart, but he couldn't stay for long this time, because he was afraid that he could not explain clearly, so he wanted to write a letter to express his feelings.

But his level of education is limited. As the holidays approached, he hadn't finished looking up the dictionary. In a hurry, he came to Song Ye.

He had seen Song Ye's comment summary posted on the propaganda column. The font was very beautiful, and it was clean enough that little girls would like it.

The boxy letter paper has been folded many times, and a lot of content has been written on it densely. The pencil characters have been smeared and modified by the eraser, and the corners have been frayed in some places. There are several homophones.

The level of this letter, that is, the composition of primary school students, can also be seen that a great deal of thought has been spent.

Song Ye looked at this thin piece of paper, and his calm and unwavering heart was suddenly touched, touched by the pure emotion of this era.

By the time this was touched, she had already brought the letter back to someone, with only a few hundred words left and right, and it was all a matter of hands.

Before turning off the lights at night, she found new letter paper and spread it out, sorted out Zhang Kui's sentences from the elementary school students, and wrote them down.

Dong Qian turned over, saw the young man writing something there, stretched his head out and looked at it, thinking about what the eight disciplines Song Ye was copying while sitting in danger, but when he looked carefully, he immediately sprayed out, "Pfft...you are Fire, I am the seed, I only burn for you. You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering and inseparable. You are my pistachio, I can't sleep after thinking about it day and night..." The latter really couldn't go on, because Dong Qian was already sitting down on the bed, and he almost passed out of laughter.

"In the middle of the night, what's the wind?" Ding Li gave him a kick, disgusting.

How could Dong Qian be angry, he stretched out his trembling hand, the corners of his mouth still twitching, "It's not me, it's Song Ye, he's writing a love letter."