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Chapter 24 Elite Gathering

This is an internal guest house. The phone is only for internal calls and is a military line.

Qin Fei tinkered in the room for a while, and when he asked the service desk, he found out that the only outside phone call was in the duty room on the first floor.

Thinking about it, I haven't called my mother for a few days. I must call her regularly to ensure that she is safe. Otherwise, there is no guarantee that one day she will come to the university to find me, and the drama of concealing the truth will not be possible.

"Xiao Fei, you haven't called mom in the past few weeks!? What on earth are you doing!? Have you even forgotten mom?"

As soon as the call was connected, Liang Shaoling came from the other end and started to ask questions.

"No way! I only have one mother in this life, how dare I forget my son." Qin Fei quickly said soft words.

"You bastard! You said, it's been almost two months and you just called me once. If you hadn't called me today, I would have forgotten that I had given birth to a son!"

Liang Shaoling has been a woman with a son for many years, and she has long developed a straightforward and aggressive character.

These words made Qin Fei suddenly feel sad. Indeed, since he joined the army without telling his mother, he had not called his biological mother for a long time due to reasons such as reconnaissance camp discipline and drills.

He suddenly felt that he was very selfish. Although being a soldier was his ideal, he did not consider his mother's feelings because of his ideal.

Perhaps this is what has been said in the military since ancient times, the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety.

"Well, Mom, I still remember that next month is your birthday on the lunar calendar, isn't that right? I earned some money from working during the summer and bought you a new smartphone. I have already sent it to you. I think you will receive it this week.

Come on. Your old mobile phone is too old, so you should replace it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Qin Fei heard a faint snort and knew that Liang Shaoling must be wiping tears.

"Mom, are you crying?"

"Bah! Mom didn't cry! Who am I, your mother? What have I never experienced? How many times have you seen me cry?" Liang Shaoling stubbornly denied her son.

Qin Fei knew very well in his heart that Liang Shaoling must have been crying when she said this. In fact, since her father was gone, although her mother rarely cried in front of him, she often wiped her tears secretly behind his back.

However, Qin Fei never dared to ask why his mother was crying. His father's affairs made him mature much earlier than his peers.

That is the most painful and tender place in a mother's heart and must not be touched easily.

A son is better known than his mother, but how can a son not know his mother?

"My mother is the strongest mother in the world." Qin Fei was busy flattering and changed the subject, "The new mobile phone is smart. I read the introduction. It is very easy to use and the style is suitable for you."

"Mom, I'm old. As long as the phone can make calls, what's the use of having it so fancy and with so many functions? You have money, why not save it yourself and have some change to protect yourself if something happens. Besides, smartphones are very troublesome and I'm not used to it."

Liang Shaoling knew that her son was sensible. Qin Fei had never asked Liang Shaoling for a penny since the third grade. Even if the school sometimes had to pay fees, Qin Fei would rather quietly pick up the rags and sell them instead of asking her for money.

Thinking that her son is so sensible is one of the reasons why Liang Shaoling still feels infinitely happy despite having endured hardships for many years.

"You'll get used to it as soon as you use it. My mother is very smart and a famous doctor. What can be difficult for you? You can catch it at a glance."

"Okay, okay! You have such a sweet mouth today, you must have gotten into some trouble, right?"

Too much flattery made Liang Shaoling a little worried.

Qin Fei hurriedly said: "It's okay. When your son grows up, it's important to be filial to your mother, right? It's okay. I'm really okay. I just saved some money from working during the summer. I just bought you a birthday gift. Mom, please forgive me.

Ten thousand hearts.”

He said this, but he secretly thought in his heart that he couldn't believe what his mother said. If he really told her that he was a soldier without telling her, Liang Shaoqin would probably buy a ticket and take a bus to the army overnight, and would be discharged without saying a word.

He was very aware of his mother's deep pain and hatred for the army, and sometimes Qin Fei even wondered if it was because his mother simply couldn't accept his father's departure, so she never mentioned anything related to his father.

Maybe she didn't hate the army, but Qin Anguo and her father.

After hearing what her son said, Liang Shaoling finally felt relieved.

After all, Qin Fei has never lied in front of him.

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Qin Fei quickly found an excuse to hang up. Lies are lies after all, and the truth will be exposed if you tell too much. His mother and father have been together for many years, and they are definitely not easy people to fool.

"Mom, the roommates are going to have a rest, so I won't say much, so as not to affect others." Qin Fei bit his lip hard, and finally told a lie he had been holding back and making up for a long time, "Recently our team is going to

Closed training, preparing for a friendly match with other schools next month, I think I will be busy next month, I will call you after the match."

"What team are you on? Why are you busier than the national football team?" Liang Shaoqin said dissatisfied: "Otherwise, since this is not academic, you can quit."

Qin Fei laughed and said: "The national football team is not busy. It is precisely because we are not the national football team that we are busy."

"and you……"

"Mom, please stop talking. The dormitory supervisor is checking the ward!" Qin Fei quickly hung up the phone and let out a long breath, feeling a heavy sense of guilt in his heart.

After standing by the phone for a long time, Qin Fei opened the door and left.

The door to the duty room opened, and the outside suddenly became lively. It was completely different from the quiet situation when I arrived just now. Several Warrior vehicles were parked in the yard, and soldiers were carrying camouflage backpacks one by one through the open doors.

bag.

Qin Fei noticed that each of these soldiers had dark skin, moved quickly and vigorously, and all wore clear jungle combat boots. The camouflage uniforms ranged from hunter camouflage to marine camouflage. Some of them also wore urban combat camouflage uniforms. At a glance, he knew they were not ordinary.

force.

My eyes moved to the arms and collar badges of these people, and I found that almost all of them were officers. There was only one third-term non-commissioned officer among them, and everyone had lightning sword armbands hanging on their arms, and a few had airborne parachute badges.

Some of them are old-fashioned five-level umbrella emblems.

Special Forces.

Qin Fei understood that the group of guys in front of him were not simple soldiers. They were all elites selected from the special brigade of various military services to participate in the selection of the 203 Strategic Special Service Team, and they were all district-level special brigade personnel.

Just when he was about to go up and say hello, Qin Fei suddenly remembered that he had just been expelled from the army today. When soldiers communicate with each other, they will definitely ask what army you belong to, because the special forces in various regions are actually secretly competing with each other.

I don’t obey anyone either.

How should you answer when someone asks you what kind of army you are?

Tell others that you are a dismissed soldier? Or tell others that you are a cook in the cooking class?

It is better to do less than to do more.

Qin Fei made up his mind and walked slowly along the corridor to the stairs, planning to go upstairs.

"Qin Fei?!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Then came a tone that was positive but seemed unfriendly.

"Fuck! That's right! You are indeed Qin Fei!"


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