The next day, before Wang Yan woke up naturally, an alarm bell rang, and everyone who was sleeping in the dormitory was heard cursing.

Qiu Shui stood up with great effort and quickly turned off the alarm clock. Then he woke up Xin Yi in the upper bunk and Gu Ming in the lower bunk by Wang Yan, and the three of them dressed together.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was not yet five o'clock, but he was already awake. Wang Yan didn't want to sleep anymore. The quality of his sleep was quite high. It didn't matter if he slept a little more or less.

But when it came to getting up early, Wang Yan didn't know what to say when he looked at the confused Xin Yi.

In fact, Xin Yi knew that Yang Yue went to the playground every morning to memorize vocabulary words. Even if he didn't know, Wang Yan would tell him out of concern for the mission objectives. The key to the problem is that Xin Yi can't get up...

Originally, with Yang Yue in front and Wang Yan in such good shape, Xin Yi was determined to get up early and run to lose weight, but he only persisted for two days and was done. As expected, the most insurmountable thing in life is the gap between 'knowing' and 'doing'.

the gap between.

If Xin Yi could persevere, there is no doubt that Yang Yue would not be a little bit curious about him, Wang, and want to know more about him, so that he might be unable to extricate himself in the future...

Seeing Wang Yan coming down, Gu Ming murmured: "I'm sorry, Wang Yan, for waking you up."

"It's okay, you should wake up soon."

Xin Yi stepped forward, but when he was about to speak, he yawned loudly: "You are a real beast, you get up so early every day."

Hearing the dissatisfied groans from the other sleeping boys, Wang Yan shook his head, smiled, and said nothing more. He poured a glass of hot water, got dressed, and then sat at the table by the window and drank quietly.

Qiu Shui and the others couldn't drink hot water, so they said hello to Wang Yan, ran to the water room and drank a few sips of cold water, then washed their faces and wandered to the playground.

Wang Yan drank water, went downstairs to stretch his arms and kick his legs as usual, and then jogged towards the playground. He came out early today, and only a few soldiers from Xingding were warming up. On the bench on one side sat Yang Yue, who was confused by words.

Zhao Yingnan, who was reading, and the threesome who were running awkwardly, Qiu Shui and the one who was carrying the text loudly. To be honest, Wang Yan didn't see anything literary or interesting at all, it was just a one-two comparison.

Ignoring them, Wang Yan ran his own pace round and round. After he had finished his daily run of thirteen or four kilometers, the trio was still wandering around.

When Sun Jianjun over there saw Wang Yan finish running, he started walking slowly and breathing steadily, and followed Wang Yan: "Wang Yan."

"What's the matter, Lao Sun?"

Wang Yan is familiar with this group of soldiers and instructors. He is only four or five years older. They are all young people. They don't always have a straight face, so they are easy to communicate with. What's more, where is his strength?

Strong people are respected the most, and they communicate very well, and everyone is having fun. For example, Dai Bingzhong and Sun Jianjun, he calls them the instructors during training, and in their free time, they call them Lao Dai and Lao Sun.

Neither of them cares.

"May I ask you something?"

"you say."

Sun Jianjun said: "Tell me the truth, did Qiu Shui bring back a lot of canned pork yesterday?"

He's not stupid. His comrades can't touch his things. If they had really taken it, they would have taken it long ago. Besides, what's the point of being in the army? Only the students he trained would be like this. The Qiu Shui trio escaped yesterday

Well, that's the perfect first suspect.

Wang Yan nodded: "Is this the case? Is it yours?"

There was no need for him to hide it. Sun Jianjun had already asked so, so he knew it. Moreover, Qiu Shui also left a provocative note, so he could see it even if he got the handwriting correct. Not to mention that they simply threw the cans into the trash.

Tong didn't even say that he would deal with it. He just said no, and Sun Jianjun didn't believe it.

"Isn't it just mine? I originally wanted to save it and send it back to my hometown for my parents during the Chinese New Year. But now it's better, I let you make it."

"Hey, Lao Sun, don't accuse a good person unfairly. I knew that the canned food came from something shady, but I didn't take a bite."

Sun Jianjun rolled his eyes at Wang Yan: "You might as well eat it."

He knows that Wang Yan is not short of money. After all, there are really not many people who go to the military service club when they have nothing to do. Most of them, soldiers, just buy daily necessities and so on, and just buy some fruits to survive. Like Wang Yan.

I bought a bag of them, and they were full of good stuff. There weren’t many of them, so they were quite expensive.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Forget it..." Sun Jianjun sighed: "Qiushui and the others may also think that I am good at logistics, or else they are all educated college students with good family conditions, so they would never be able to do such a thing..."

Is this what the hell the so-called protagonist is treated like?

Wang Yan looked at Sun Jianjun in surprise: "You can do it. Have you already thought of the reasons for me?"

Sun Jianjun said angrily: "I've eaten all the food, what can I do? Just think of me as a replenishment for you students. And if it gets too big, their futures will be ruined. One thing more is worse than one thing less."

"You are a good person." Wang Yan gave a thumbs up: "How about we practice and let off steam?"

"It's not that I haven't practiced before. Even if I tie them together, they are no match for you. Should I vent, or you?" Sun Jianjun waved his hand: "Okay, you can practice on your own."

After saying that, he ran away to supervise the Qiu Shui trio.

Wang Yan walked to the corner with a smile and started boxing as usual.

You can’t believe everything Sun Jianjun said, because this person is quite slippery. Based on malicious speculation, I guessed that he might also be in Sun Jianjun’s pile of cans. I can’t guarantee that everything will go smoothly...

After boxing and daily exchanges with some soldiers, the wake-up call rang through the military camp at the right time. Wang Yan walked back in a leisurely manner. When passing by the bench, Zhao Yingnan and Yang Yue followed him voluntarily.

Yang Yue said: "I came out early today."

"Qiu Shui and the others decided to make a fuss and got up early."

"By the way, Wang Yan." Zhao Yingnan said, "Yesterday Qiu Shui gave each of us girls a box of cans. Did you eat it too?"

Wang Yan nodded.

Zhao Yingnan continued: "Aren't those cans of his stolen?"

"Where is the owner?" Wang Yan glanced in the direction of Sun Jianjun.

The two girls asked in unison: "Instructor Sun?"

Wang Yan said: "That's what we were talking about when we left together just now. But you two should be stricter. Instructor Sun doesn't want to pursue it. I guess it's just a little torture during training."

Seriously speaking, he is talking too much like an old woman, but it doesn't matter. It's something that can't be hidden in the first place. Not even a fool knows that there is something wrong with it. It's just that everyone eats it. It's selective.

It's just pretending to be stupid. Moreover, these two girls are very knowledgeable and won't talk nonsense. They just say what they say. It's not a big problem.

Of course, it is indispensable to define Qiu Shui's personality in Zhao Yingnan's mind first, so as to save trouble. As for Yang Yue's attitude towards his accomplice Xin Yi, let's not do anything about him. Besides, it's not that good in the first place...

The two nodded, and then the three of them walked to the dormitory talking and laughing together. With Wang Yan's level, it was really easy to talk to two little girls and take care of their emotions.

As for the people running in the playground, except for Gu Ming, the other two were not in a good mood. Xin Yi simply felt that his goddess was gone. He must be too embarrassed, but he didn't think about Wang Yan.

Qiu Shui thinks that Zhao Yingnan is quite good. Although he is very happy with Xiao Hong, he is not happy when Zhao Yingnan gets close to Wang Yan. Especially yesterday when he saw Zhao Yingnan pulling Wang Yan in the auditorium, they looked mysterious.

The secrecy, and the polite distance he felt when he delivered the cans at night, was not good.

In fact, he was reciting the text to show off. When males are courting, they will always unconsciously show off their feathers, strength and other perceived advantages. Qiu Shui has nothing else but this.

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After Wang Yan finished washing and eating breakfast, the leaders in the military camp sent someone to call him away.

Just thinking about it, Wang Yan knew why. It must be because of the song. He had already thought of this when he came up with it.

Sure enough, the soldier took Wang Yan to the office building in the military camp. He stopped in front of an office, straightened his body, and shouted: "Report!"

"Come in."

The soldier turned his head and motioned for Wang Yan to follow him, then opened the door and went in. He stood at attention and saluted: "Report to the leader, Wang Yan will bring it."

Wang Yan also stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Chief."

"Don't be so serious, just be casual." Zhao Guosong sat behind the desk, waved his hands with a smile, and looked at the soldier: "You can go down first."

"Yes, chief." The soldier responded and walked out, closing the door.

Zhao Guosong stood up, walked to Wang Yan, and patted Wang Yan's arm hard: "You're a good young man, he's very strong. Come, sit down and talk." Zhao Guosong took the lead and sat on the sofa where the guests were waiting.

"Thank you, chief." After saying that, Wang Yan sat down.

"I heard that you are also good at fighting? None of my soldiers are your opponent?"

"It was because they thought I was young and let me go."

Zhao Guosong's face was straight: "Huh? You are not sincere. If you can fight, you can fight. What's the point of being modest?"

"Yes, Chief, none of your soldiers are my match."

"..." Zhao Guosong was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Wang Yan and shook his head with a smile: "Slippery."

Wang Yan smiled and said nothing.

In fact, without him speaking, Zhao Guosong continued: "Okay, your study and training tasks are not easy, so I will get down to business. The song you wrote yesterday was very good, and it is in line with our current military construction.

, so I think, submit your song to the superiors to see if it can be promoted. Then I may need your cooperation. I wonder what you think, classmate Wang Yan?"

"Reporting to the commander, although I am a student, I am also a reservist. I naturally obey orders and obey orders."

There is a problem with this statement, but it is not a big problem, because after this year passes, Wang Yan will be a reserve lieutenant.

And this "War Hymn of a Strong Army" was an undercurrent at home and abroad after the million-million-dollar disarmament and before the return of Hong Kong Island. Coupled with the Gulf War last year, we really saw the strength of the American military and understood more clearly how to build an army.

The necessity of modernizing and strengthening the army.

In the new era and new goals, this song has more political significance. Of course, this song was originally a political symbol and the goal of military construction under the leadership of General Xi Jinping.

It's just that this construction goal is consistent and runs through the whole process. The Chinese army has always been like this, and it worked equally well in the 1990s under the leadership of General Deng.

Moreover, this song was produced by Zhao Guosong, which is of certain benefit to him. Wang Yan didn't know the background of the old Zhao family, but this year Zhao Guosong was in his forties, not yet fifty, and was already the chief of staff of a colonel.

Yeah, it's pretty tough when I think about it.
To be continued...