Because he had just slept well, didn't want to go home too early, and the food at the food stall was not to his liking, Zhang Longchu wandered around the streets of Seoul for a while, found a barbecue restaurant to fill in his stomach, and bought a few exquisite rice cake gift boxes at a 24-hour high-end dim sum house, and then walked towards his neighborhood.

When he returned to the quiet apartment building in the middle of the night, he was about to open the door, when he suddenly found a huddled figure lying at his feet.

In such a cold weather, after being in a coma outside for a night, a slightly weaker person is likely to freeze to death, although Zhang Longchu does not like to meddle in things, but he is not so indifferent that he will not save him, so he bent down and patted the man's shoulder, and shouted: "Sir, sir...", planning to call the emergency number if he can't wake up.

"Oh, ah, this, where is this, why is the bed so hard..."Unexpectedly, Zhang Longchu just slapped it twice, and the man relieved himself and muttered drunkenly.

Listening to the voice a little familiar, Zhang Longchu frowned and carefully looked at the figure on the ground, only to find that he was An Yaxun, who had separated from him not long ago, and couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, and blurted out: "Mr. An, what are you doing here?" ”

"I, uh, my daughter lives here, of course I can come, of course I can come..."Hearing this, An Yaxun shouted indistinctly, and then struggled to get up from the ground, staggered against the door, and muttered, "E202, E202..."

After a while, a clearly sleepy, impatient man's voice came over the intercom, "Who is it?" ”

It stands to reason that being woken up in the middle of the night in a deep sleep is not too bad, but I didn't expect that when I heard this, An Yaxun drunkenly roared: "You, who are you, it's so late, why are you in my daughter's house, um..."

"Ah, yes, it's uncle, you, you're here..." The voice landed, the male voice on the walkie-talkie was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly became flustered, and then there was a sound of stumbling on the table and overturning the chair, and then the man could be faintly heard shouting nervously, "Lilian, Lilian, get up quickly, your father is here, what to do, what to do..."

Seeing the farce unfold, Zhang Longchu sighed, and shouted loudly, "Don't worry, sir, this is a misunderstanding, your girlfriend's parents are resting in their own house now, someone pressed the wrong intercom." After that, he opened the door with his fingerprints, as if he was carrying a chicken, picked up the back collar of An Yaxun, who couldn't stand at all, with one hand, and went directly up the stairs.

When he came to the second floor, he rang the neighbor's doorbell a few times, and after waiting for a while, he saw someone open the door a small crack, and asked in a dissatisfied tone, "What's the matter with you so late?" ”

"Your name is An Min'er, this gentleman's name is An Yaxun, you have a surname, and he said that his daughter lives in E202 of this building, I think it should be you." Zhang Longchu, who was furrowed by the smell of wine from An Yaxun's body, replied, and after finishing speaking, he deliberately lifted An Yaxun a little higher for the neighbors to see clearly.

"Dad, you, why are you drinking like this again, you, are you okay..."Seeing An Yaxun's face clearly, An Min'er seemed to have forgotten the existence of Zhang Longchu all of a sudden, and instantly opened the door completely, shouting angrily and with concern.

After that, she suddenly found that her father's face was flushed red because of the lack of oxygen caused by Zhang Longchu, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug An Yaxun's chest, and yelled at Zhang Longchu, who looked disgusted: "You want to buy people's lives, how can you directly carry the collar of a drunk person!" ”

"If I buy someone's life, I'll just watch him freeze to death outside." Obviously did a good deed but was complained about, Zhang Longchu couldn't help but pouted and returned a sentence, and directly let go and let An Yaxun completely rely on his daughter's body.

After looking at An Min'er, who was struggling to resist his father, he hung a box of high-end rice cakes on the doorknob, "This is a gift for the new neighbor to say hello, good night, Miss An Min'er." He turned and walked to his door, which opened and disappeared.

In the days that followed, in addition to going out to eat, Zhang Longchu stayed in front of his brain almost all the time, browsing real-time news about red clouds around the world, and carefully studied the theory of Song Junyu, an expert in the field of plane space science one hundred and fifty years ago.

Before I knew it, four days had passed, and during this time, reports about the red cloud continued to emerge at a geometric rate, filling the most prominent positions in the news pages of all the media.

According to the latest news, although the situation has not deteriorated, hundreds of hours have been exhausted by all means to make the red cloud disappear or the patience of the major powers on the earth has run out, and the so-called ultimate means have been put on the agenda.

After reading this news that was placed at the top of the 'South Korea Dynamic Broadcasting Network', Zhang Longchu couldn't help but think: "After all, the means, do you want to use nuclear weapons, or something else...", at this moment, the mobile phone he put on the table suddenly rang, and a mechanical voice reminded: "Today is the official start of military training, please prepare in advance..."

"It's been 5 days, time flies." Hearing his previous preset reminder, Zhang Longchu paused for a moment, muttered, hurriedly got up to wash and prepare, changed into his military uniform, and walked out of the apartment.

At this time, An Min'er also pushed open the door in sportswear, and saw Zhang Longchu wearing a straight Malaysian general's usual uniform, she paused for a moment, and then said without words: "Good morning, neighbor, do you go to cosplay (role-playing) early in the morning, it's very happy." ”

"Good morning, Miss Ann." Zhang Longchu, who was in a hurry to gather at the Seoul Military Training College, did not explain her misunderstanding to An Min'er, responded with a smile, and walked quickly downstairs.

"That, the rice cake you gave is delicious, thank you..."Seeing that Zhang Longchu didn't pay much attention to what he meant, An Min'er showed an annoyed expression on her face, but because of the disharmony between the neighbors, it was too embarrassing to meet, and life was not very easy, so she still followed him and said: "Also, the aunt who runs a food stall on the street told me."

You invited my dad to dinner and drank that night, and thank you for that, and thank you for sending my dad upstairs, but you do that to drunk people, yes..."

"Nothing." But before she could speak, Zhang Longchu replied without stopping his steps and without looking back, and the always sluggish appearance finally made An Min'er forget her original intention of seeking forgiveness from her neighbors, and her anger erupted, "Ha, you are really a person, can't you listen to people talk well!"

I know my dad is very unseemly, and there is nothing you can do to be despised by you, but out of politeness you should..."

Hearing this, Zhang Longchu, who walked out of the apartment building, suddenly stopped, interrupted An Min'er and said: "Your father is a very learned person, and he has a keen eye for things, if he is not drunk, it is quite admirable, although I don't understand why you say that he is not a person, but there is no contempt for him in my heart."

Also, I have urgent business to do right now, so I can't listen to you carefully, sorry. After that, An Min'er, who was left dumbfounded, sped up and left the community.

Across the street, he quickly appeared in front of the Seoul Military Training Institute, showed his ID to the heavily armed guards, and strode into the school, which is known as one of the highest schools of military education for military commanders in South Korea.

A few minutes later, according to the route pointed out by the lieutenant who briefed him on the situation of the academy five days ago, Zhang Longchu walked into a classroom at the end of the west side of the first floor of the A3 Teaching Building, where there were only less than 30 sets of desks and chairs.

At this time, the genius was only bright, but there were already a few cadets who had arrived earlier than him, and these people were of different sizes and appearances, but they all looked like they were in the prime of life between 35 and 45 years old, wearing the rank of brigadier general on their shoulders, and they were sitting around talking and laughing.

Because of the sound at the door, I caught a glimpse of Zhang Longchu, a person who was very different from himself in terms of age, bearing, and military uniform style, and this group of senior South Korean officers showed a trace of surprise on their faces at the same time.

Obviously, even though they had known in advance through internal information that there would be a character from the Federation of Malaysia named local armed generals who were actually warlords, they didn't expect the subject to look like a teenager.

However, as reserve generals of regional powers in Asia, these officers had extremely high emotional control, and they returned to normal in an instant, Qi Qi nodded politely at Zhang Longchu, and continued to talk.

Intuitively, he felt that he had not officially started the training camp, and he had been faintly excluded by his classmates, and Zhang Longchu, who had already foreseen that this situation was likely to occur, lowered his head and pouted, and found a place in the back row and sat down nonchalantly.

He came to South Korea to participate in the military education of senior commanders for only one purpose, that is, to systematically study military command knowledge and give full play to the power of his strange and violent military attributes as much as possible, and he did not care about other things at all.

After waiting for a while, a few more students appeared in the classroom, all of them were slightly surprised and paid no attention to Zhang Longchu, and after a few minutes, two lieutenant-level officers walked in from outside the door carrying four heavy metal boxes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now send out the teaching materials needed for this senior officer training class, and ask you to sign and receive them." After both of them gave a military salute, the captain officer led by the captain said loudly, and as he spoke, he and his companions put the metal box on the teaching table on the podium and opened it, took out the tablet brain, picked up the autograph book, and sent it down one by one.

When it was Zhang Longchu's turn, the captain suddenly said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the textbooks used in the intensive training of senior officers are different from those used in ordinary military training, and some combat examples involve military secrets, so please do not casually circulate them to unrelated people." Obviously, it was a deliberate reminder to him. (To be continued.) )