The Research Center of the Special Construction Corps was built a hundred meters underground. The exact depth cannot be determined. At least Xu Qing did not know that his temporary residence only had a single room of nearly 50 square meters, with a separate bathroom and a toilet, and poor ventilation.
It's quite good. After smoking a few cigarettes, there is no smell of cigarette smoke in the room.
Xu Qing took out his cell phone and took a look. There was no signal. Bored, he rummaged through the backpack he had brought, looking for something to feed his stomach. But to his disappointment, there was no food except a few packs of cigarettes. His eyes
I turned around and saw a call button on the bedside. I reached out and pressed it. This thing is commonly seen on hospital bedsides. I didn't expect it to be common in this place known as China's 51st District.
A nice female voice came from the built-in speaker above the call button: "What do you need?" The voice was soft, greasy, and tangy, making people wonder what the owner of the voice would look like.
Xu Qing smiled slightly, put his head next to the pager, and whispered: "I want you!" He was bored and wanted to tease the owner of the voice.
"What... do you mean?" The woman on the other end of the beeper began to stutter and made two gurgles, but Xu Qing seemed to be able to imagine her current appearance. This girl must be gritting her teeth in hatred.
"I'm sorry, I choked on my vomit just now. I want you to bring me some food, fast food or noodles. I haven't even eaten rice or water since morning. I'm so hungry that I fainted." Xu Qing held back.
Laugh all out and try to keep your voice as calm as possible.
The other end of the announcer hesitated for two seconds and whispered: "Okay, please wait a moment." The small wolfberry-like indicator light above the pager went out, and the girl on the other end had hung up. As for whether she would be there
You don’t know if you spit in fast food noodles.
Xu Qing packed up the things on the bed. There was only a small bed and a chair in this room, and there was not even a decent table. Fortunately, he stayed for two days and completed the task before leaving, so it was treated as a solitary confinement.
Sitting on the chair and waiting for a quarter of an hour, feeling that his butt was sticky, and the fast food noodles had not yet arrived, Xu Qing lit a cigarette and smoked it. When he entered, Han Xiangyu had already solemnly told him not to leave the room.
, what a bastard, he now has the urge to run out and beat people up.
Ding dong - the doorbell sounded clear and sweet. Xu Qing jumped up from the chair with a cigarette in his mouth. He stretched out his hand, unlocked the door, and put his feet down. He completed the three actions in one go. There was a metal dining car blocked at the door. He saw the zipper behind the dining car.
The pretty female soldier with two braids seems less hungry.
What does beauty mean? It means looking at a pretty girl and not wanting to eat. This term must have been coined under such circumstances. The female soldier in front of her has no eyebrows, two willow-leaf eyebrows are curved again and again, no lipstick, and a small cherry mouth.
Red, no breast augmentation, the two lumps on the chest are placed on the handle of the dining car bar, making the dishes on the car clink, and the rosy oval face, shiny black braids, sassy
It is charming yet charming, heroic yet squeamish, no wonder it makes people forget about hunger.
Xu Qing blocked the door, and naturally the dining car couldn't get in. The female soldier puffed her cheeks and glared at him angrily, saying displeasedly: "Please give way."
Only then did Xu Qing come back to his senses, and quickly took two steps back to let the dining car enter. In fact, it is not to blame that he has changed his mind. It is like seeing a Yimi flower in the Gobi Desert. It makes people's eyes light up. It's this
Feeling. When he lived in the countryside, he often saw girls and their wives wearing braids. The two braids of the female soldiers made him feel more intimate. This was the main reason for his daze.
The female soldier pushed the dining cart through the door, turned the cart sideways opposite the chair, and pulled out a metal plate from the side of the dining cart at a very fast speed. With a few soft clicks, the dining cart turned into a very unique metal dining table.
A bowl of meat and vegetables, seaweed and egg drop soup, plus a large bowl of white rice, and accompanied by a beautiful female soldier, I suddenly felt that my life was full of sunshine.
Xu Qing was not a polite person. When he saw the food, the glutton in his stomach immediately became active. Without saying a word, he sat on the chair, picked up the white rice in front of him and started eating it with chopsticks. Not to mention, what to eat if he was hungry.
All fragrant.
Warriors generally eat more than ordinary people, and Xu Qing is no exception. Those masters in martial arts novels who do not eat the fireworks of this world are probably mixed with water. A person is like a boiler. If no fuel is added, it will not produce energy.
It was often said in the past that people are like iron rice or steel. This is the truth. The female soldier who stood aside to eat with her saw what it means to be a wind and the residual cloud, and she also saw what it means to be a real foodie.
There are all soldiers here, and the food is served in large bowls and large plates. A bowl of rice is no less than a catty. Xu Qing ate five large bowls and wiped out all the vegetables, even the bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.
I drank it all, and looking at him like that, he seemed to still have more to say.
The female soldier's eyes shone with surprise, and she finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Are you full?" She just asked casually, without much meaning.
Xu Qing touched his belly, grinned at the female soldier and said: "It's half full, and there are still two nooks left to fill. If it's convenient, it's best to have another bowl of instant noodles."
The surprise in the female soldier's eyes turned into surprise, and the expression on her face became exciting. She bit her lip and whispered: "Wait a moment, I will bring it to you soon." After saying that, she bowed.
He quickly transformed the dining table into a dining cart and pushed it out of the room.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from behind: "Forget it, I don't want the fast food noodles. I'd better go to bed. Just don't forget to bring me breakfast tomorrow morning."
The female soldier turned her back to this guy, with a look of disdain on her face. She closed the door behind her back and whispered to herself: "Is this the master sent by the Chinese martial arts? In my opinion, it is more appropriate to call him a rice bucket."
Before he finished speaking, there was a cough from the door, followed by a deep male voice: "Isn't it just a few more bowls of rice? Is there any need to bury people behind your back? Remember, tomorrow's breakfast will be like this.
Just get a standard one.”
The sound inside the door suddenly stopped. The female soldier turned her head and glanced nervously, muttering in her heart, the door was closed so well, how could he hear me? Could this be the master of the Chinese martial arts...
...Actually, she was wrong. Xu Qing in the room did not hear what she said, but the guy just used his clairvoyance and lip-reading skills out of boredom, and could easily read every word the female soldier said.
Naturally, Xu Qing couldn't read the mutterings in the female soldier's heart, unless he learned how to read minds, but he also knew the identity of the female soldier with braided braids. There was an identity card in her pocket, Geng Na, the card was in
In a small card bag, there was a photo along with the card, which seemed to be a family portrait. Besides her, there was a middle-aged man in military uniform and General Geng Yunpeng, whose face was covered with scars.