Early in the morning, the radio sounded. The so-called "early bird gets worms", but this large group of students with blinking sleepy eyes do not eat bugs, because today is Monday, and the "weekend syndrome" is attached to the students as always.

The practice of raising the flag together with all the teachers and students of the school on Monday morning is helpless.

"Heh-" Joon greeted Grandpa Sun, but he was so sleepy that he yawned.

The flagpole stands next to the school building, and the playground is nowhere else, just this football field, surrounded by a lap track. The water droplets on the grass of the football field have not yet been steamed, and the students' cloth shoes are always wet when they step on them.

It's rare that everyone is wearing school uniforms today, the same, like pilgrimage ants, neatly lined up in a long line.

"Stand upright!" Just when the queue was still looking around, hooking shoulders and backs, I heard such a command, I didn't need to look at it, I knew it was the director's voice with my toes, after all, the physical education teachers were whispering in front of the line. Hearing this command, the head teacher hurriedly looked back, looked at the end of the line, and the head of the line also looked back with the head teacher, the action was the same, at this time the whole audience began to quiet down, occasionally one or two coughs, it was already the loudest noise, whether you were listening to MP3 at the moment, looking at the review book, or chatting about a little salty and wet yellow jokes, you had to put your head over there - the place where the national flag was about to rise.

"Play the national anthem, raise the national flag - salute!" From the loudspeaker came the sonorous and crisp voice of the female classmate of the radio station.

"Get up! People who don't want to be slaves will build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall......" Watching the national flag fluttering in the wind, rising little by little, my heart was suddenly surging.

When the national anthem sounded, in addition to the principal and director, several leaders were reading the lyrics, and a class was also singing and shouting "Forward!" Advance!! "That's Joon's class. Half of the members of the national flag class are from his class, so in normal times, these patriotic young people will go to the podium to give patriotic education to other students in the class.

Singing and shouting that anyone can do it, this is not a stupid thing that Jun is willing to do, his thoughts, his love for the motherland, deeply poured into his heart, in exchange for ready-made, is his series of actions that resemble and surpass the angry youth.

After the morning report was issued, everyone was talking about the Diaoyu Islands.

"I've heard that someone has been arrested by the Japanese—" a female classmate whispered.

"Really? I saw the news that our army had rushed to the Diaoyu Islands to declare war on the enemy! A flat-headed male classmate said excitedly.

"Oh-" the class exclaimed.

"But I heard the adults say that the army acted on its own, that is, the commander of the army disobeyed the military order, and when he returned to the headquarters, he would be dealt with according to military law......" The female squad leader said unhurriedly as she took a sip of Vitasoy.

"Isn't it, such a kind of military commander still needs to be disposed of?!" The sports commissioner, who had just returned to work after playing basketball, asked with a hot sweat.

Joon skimmed through the focus and hot news of several newspapers, which basically matched what they were talking about, but his expression began to burn when he picked up the newspaper that Kaede had handed him after raising the flag, and the headline in the newspaper was a photo of the man who had been captured by the Japanese on the Diaoyu Islands. Even if he hasn't seen it for several years, this face still makes him unforgettable, that fluffy hair, just like the hairstyle of Cao Zhijing in "The King of Fighters", is still wearing tank top shorts and bare feet in the winter, and his own brother has this kind of leisure and ability.

"Joon, why are you sweating?" Du Zibin held an anime magazine, pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose with his left hand, and saw that something was wrong with Jun's face.

"I, I'm going to the Diaoyu Islands." Jun Wang said, looking at the newspaper on his desk.

Du Zibin's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he immediately narrowed them into a slit, looked at Jun with a guessing gaze, and asked:

"If I'm not mistaken, it's your brother who is making headlines in that newspaper in your hand, and it's your own brother, right?"

"That's right." Joon folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his desk, asking rhetorically, "How do you know?" ”

Du Zibin continued to look back at his anime magazine, because there were a lot of Lori and ** royal sisters on it who were seducing his aluminum alloy dog eyes, but he muttered in his mouth:

"With my keen sixth sense alone."

"Oh, that's amazing." With that, Jun got up and left his seat.

"Where are you going?" Du Zibin used his peripheral vision to aim at Jun who was walking towards the door.

"Ask the head teacher for a leave." Juntou didn't reply.

"Isn't it almost the final exam? What do you want to do there at this time? ”

When Jun walked to the door of the classroom, he stopped, looked at Du Zibin's nerdy standard serious expression, and glanced at the expressions and actions of the other students in the class, and said intently:

"Some things must be done, no matter how many tedious chores hinder him, whether he takes exams or anything else, I can't just watch my brother have a hard time......" His enchanted eyes made Du Zibin shiver.

"However, it's useless for you to go like this, you just watched the news yourself, the army that acted without permission has been wiped out by the Japanese army that drove away, don't think of yourself as the 'reincarnation of Guan Gong'!" Du Zibin put down the magazine and tried to persuade Jun.

Jun looked at his anxious old classmate and smiled firmly:

"Don't underestimate me—"

The newspaper in the corner of the desk fell to the floor. The implication of this sentence is: no one wants to stop me from doing what I want to do! Du Zibin, who has been a classmate with Jun for more than a year, just doesn't understand one thing: how much is the difference between the Jun he knows and the real Jun? As long as it is what he thinks he wants to do, he must always complete it vividly, otherwise he will directly break the jar and break it, this is the style of Jun that he knows.

Watching this guy handsomely turn around and disappear, he really has the illusion of being slapped in the face, but it's a pity that he is only interested in cute cute girls, and never engages in ......

"Heh, you're finally willing to change into this combat suit?" Jun watched Kaede come out after changing his clothes, and deliberately teased him.

Kaede, what remains unchanged is his short hair that stands up to the sky, and that cold feeling, and his body is a shiny leather jacket, with dark blue jeans and tan boots, riding on a motorcycle, there is a feeling and taste of western cowboy and old boy.

"Do you have any good countermeasures? This time, the opponent is someone who can subdue your brother. Kaede asked, picking up his helmet.

"Well, I've already thought about it." Joon said, looking at the box tied around his waist.

"Have you learned it already?" Kaede looked at the wooden box on Jun's waist.

"Yes, but I'm still digging into its true power."

"Heh, it's not something that ordinary people can understand." Kaede twisted the small mechanism in his helmet and laughed.

"Yes, it's really a demon when it gets angry, but it should be quite comfortable to wear on such a cold day."

"Get in the car, our 'head' may be impatient to wait again." Kaede pinched the clutch and lit the fire.

"Huh? Don't have a hard hat I can wear? Jun asked in surprise.

"Nope." Kaede replied through his helmet.

"Oh, if only I knew I would bring one myself."

"Anyway, your hairstyle can't be blown by the wind." Kaede laughed as he started the car, which was a kind of teasing in response to Jun Fangcai.

"Hehe, that's what I said." Jun looked at the sky on the other side, and watched as the scorching sun was unleashing countless heat-making spirits.

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When we arrived at the port, it was already evening, and the ships docked at the dock were particularly dazzling in the interplay of the sunset and the sea.

"You two are finally here!" A middle-aged man in a green military uniform shouted happily, with rows of soldiers lined up behind him.

"Uncle Huang Ting, you've been waiting for a long time. Not? Why don't you see Master, his old man? Jun saluted Uncle Huang Ting in green uniform, and asked by the way.

"I guess I have a lot of things to do, and I can't come." Kaede turned his face away and said casually, his hands crossed over his chest.

"You kid is just outspoken. Yes, sir, he can't come here today, so let me see you off. "The thunder didn't attack, it seems that he is a sensible elder. But he looked at Feng with a look in his eyes as if he was saying: In front of so many soldiers, give me a face, not to look at the monk's face, but also to look at the Buddha's face.

"Originally, sending troops to Diaoyu Dao was not supported by the upper echelons, but it took a lot of effort for the chief to persuade the superiors for us, you two hurry up and get on the boat, and if it's too late, you can just leave you and go first." The one who spoke had just come out of the cabin, was about the same age as Uncle Huang Ting, and was wearing a navy blue military uniform.

"Let's go! Heading towards our destination, the Diaoyu Islands!! Joon, who jumped on the boat, shouted at the top of his voice......