Chapter 120

Shortly after his return to school, Lou asked Fu-Cheng to serve as an assistant teacher in some of the undergraduate theoretical and tactical bases.

In recent years, in the context of the major reform of the military, the number of new recruits was civilian and equal, but military status was a line, yes or no.

The youngest doctoral student in the school is Fu Chong, and Lu Xianlin has a good look at him for this reason, since the military is, after all, a military school, which is better served. Moreover, the majority of those who come to the military have a heart for the nation, and better able to contain students with real experience in fighting, such as Fu-Cheng.

In the afternoon of Friday, Young-hyun closed the meeting early, looking early, and drove to pick up Fu.

We're at the door. We can't reach him.

The army was not allowed to enter or leave at will, and Young-hyun was dressed in special clothes and was not a student at first sight.

Three replays, no answer.

"Who are you looking for?"

Young-hyun: "Fu Chong."

Seeing each other shaking their heads, she added: “He is a doctoral student of Professor Lou Lin of the Institute of Information and Communication”.

"Mr. Lou? I know, I can call the office for you, but Mr. Lou may not be here. What's your name?"

By coincidence, Lu Jilin came back from school, heard his name, stopped to look at Young-hyun, made sure he didn't know her, and asked, "Hello, I am Lu Ji-lin, what can I do for you?"

Young-hyun intended to turn down the doorman and meet Lou, but he had to say, “Hello, Professor Lu, I am a family member of Fu-Cheng.”

Lou didn't think about it until she was a Buddha lover, so she said, "It was you, looking for Xiaofu?"

There's a lot of pretty women in the army, but like her -- so capitalist, he first met.

I didn't see it. Fu liked it. He wanted to introduce him to the school's military doctor before he saw his personal data. There's nothing like them.

"Yes, but he didn't call." Young-hyun smiled politely.

"I'll take you in to find him."

"No, Professor Lou. Thank you. I'm fine."

"It's all right, since you're here, come in and visit." Lu Jilin looked at the watch and said, "No wonder he couldn't get in touch, today there's an all-military college military basic education core, and Fu Chong was called for a demonstration. Let's go. Let's go. It's not over yet."

"Thank you, Professor Lou."

On entering the school, Young-hyun saw a high-maintenance banner “From here to the battlefield” with a sense of misalignment.

It's a world of flowers, and it's a training grounds.

Students on the road wear military uniforms, very few girls, and even fewer wear high heels, like Young-hyun, come along and attract attention.

Lou says, "Chang, right?"

"Yes, Professor Lou."

"I hear you're busy at work?"

The force had its own system and Lu Jilin would not be free to search for the names of the students ' families, so she was not known and only heard mention of him during his chat with Fu.

Young Hyeon admits, "It's kind of busy."

"Can you live with your sister-in-law?"

"There's nothing you can't adapt to if you have a heart."

Lou Lin looked at her and said, "Yes, indeed."

The two men came to the training grounds, and there were students on the sidelines, and Young-hyun followed Lui Lin into the premises, standing by a little further.

There were two teams of red and blue on the scene, which appeared to be fighting.

Lok-Lin looked at it and said, "Looks like it's a simulation of the confrontation. Chiang, don't underestimate this demonstration. It's the best of the elites who can be selected." He looked at the scene and said, "I know Fu is the captain, but I don't know if he's from Red or Blue."

It's a little far away, and everyone wears a helmet, and it's not Lulu Lin who can't see his face.

Young-hyun: The Red Team.

"You can see it. It's a young man."

She can't even see it, but she can recognize Fu-Cheng's movements.

Lou Jilin: "Who do you think can win?"

Young-hyun: "Red Team."

Lou's funny, "So much faith in Xiaofu?"

Young-hyun smiles, no denying.

Nor did Lu Jilin think he would be able to be unsaid by students at his age.

In brief contact, Lui Lin has made a difference. He's got other things to do.

Young-hyun knows he's inconvenient, looking for an invisible corner and continuing to watch.

Fu Town was very different from her when she was facing her, with a little agility, a little cynicism and even a little cruelty.

Finally, as she expected, the Reds won.

After a round of applause in the field, Fu-Cheng removed his helmet and came with his teammates.

He had a little ash on his face and had been wasted in the cutting of a regular camouflage dress, but he was more glamorous and charming than he was in a custom suit and at a wine fair.

Young-hyun's eyes were tender, and she thought that Fu-Cheng belonged here.

One of the female soldiers, before she started groaning, held a few bottles of mineral water in her arms and handed them a bottle to the city.

Fortunately, thank you for picking up. I don't see how I feel.

Young-hyun lives in front of his feet and he's in place to measure.

She heard a member of the team say, "Let's go to the fragrance tonight to celebrate. Dr. Liu, too."

And then Fu-Cheng said, "It's a hard weekend, Dr. Liu should have made his own arrangements."

The girl took a look at Fu-Cheng, took her eyes away, and said to the first person to propose, "I happen to have a date tonight with Shizu, so let's go together."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Our school has two beautiful women."

Another human being: "Listen to yourself, you look like an old hooligan."

"Fuck you."

The female soldier, known as Dr. Liu, showed shame and went to see Fu-Cheng again, and the smile became more euphemismous: “Sensey Fu, you can't be absent tonight.”

"Dr. Liu, I'm just a substitute for Mr. Lu, not..."

It's a white light, and it shuts up.

Get caught, Young-hyeon smiles, swings at him, says hi.

Liu Xhun Fu look back and see a pretty woman in civilian clothes, with all her doubts.

"You're here."

"I can't come?"

Fortune, if you look at her face.

A few others have also noticed that Young-hyun is a “outsider” and are curiously taking a direct look.

Perhaps women's instincts are more sensitive, and Liu's eyes are clearly more complex and more vigilant than others.

Liu Lian smiled and started by saying, "Mr. Fu, who is this?"

"I love you."

Liu's face was white, he looked at Young-hyun, and he looked at Fu City's empty no-name finger, and he looked at it with a sense of uncertainty.

She thought it was a girlfriend.

"You are married?"