The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 344 Write a Love Letter

Even though he was the younger brother of the captain, Song Ye did not stay by Qin Zhan's side all day. After the daytime training was completed, he had to go to theory classes for a longer time at night.

Time seems to pass through the fingers quietly, but many things are also secretly changing. For example, the four recruits are getting more and more familiar with the rules, and gradually become old fritters. The veterans also wait and see Song Ye from the beginning. Changed his attitude during the process, and was overwhelmed by the talent and potential shown by the teenager.

More importantly, after hearing that the young man was the top student in the high school entrance examination in Los Angeles, he studied theoretical knowledge at night, and all the positions around Song Ye became popular.Because many of them were young soldiers who hadn't read a few years. They could carry guns on the battlefield very quickly, but they didn't know a lot of Chinese characters.

Even after the three of them met Song Ye for the first time and wrote a [-]-word summary comment within an hour, their jaws dropped in shock.

But amidst the amazed eyes of everyone, there were also one or two pairs of eyes that were always peeping and lurking in the dark.

That night, it was already ten o'clock after the theory class, and the big guys swarmed to take a shower to occupy a seat. Song Ye also went to Qin Zhan's place to take a quick hot bath. When he went out, the surroundings were quiet. , No one has come out to walk around.

There was a distance between Qin Zhan's room and the team's dormitory. After Song Ye walked around a few cabins, he noticed someone following him.

In the training base of the Eagle Group, there are few people patrolling and standing guard in the middle of the night, but the surveillance cameras cover all directions, and it is impossible for foreign enemies to invade without being discovered.

Song Ye pondered in his heart, his footsteps were still not too fast, and when he turned a corner, his figure disappeared in the corner in an instant.

In the dark night, the footsteps of the visitor were very steady, not heavy. It could be seen that he was well-trained and skilled. After realizing that Song Ye had disappeared, his footsteps sped up, and he wanted to follow up at the next corner. In an instant, the fist had already hit him head-on.

Bang bang bang, Song Ye punched very fast. One blow hit the opponent's face, and the other punch had already cornered the opponent.

But the other party was followed by a sneak attack, and he was already at a disadvantage, but still relied on his skills to fight with Song Ye in the dark for a long time before he was kicked in the chest, hit the wall and did not move again.

As soon as the two parties separated, Song Ye saw the face of the man in front of him clearly. After being slightly taken aback, a sneer appeared on his face, "Brother Zhang, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what advice can you ask me?"

That's right, it was Zhang Kui who came.

It's just that Zhang Kui never dared to provoke her since he was beaten up by them in the dormitory last time. Unexpectedly, he dared to follow her today, which is quite courageous.

"Hiss, I didn't mean to keep silent." Zhang Kui on the ground held his chest, gasping for air, suspecting that his bones were about to crack again.But facing the sneer on Song Ye's face, he was inexplicably terrified, and his rebuttal was as quiet as a mosquito.

"Oh?" A big man nestled pitifully in a corner, and Song Ye really wanted to hear what this guy wanted to do.

Seeing that Song Ye didn't intend to ask him, Zhang Kui scratched his head and felt a little at a loss, but when he thought of what was going on in his heart, he suddenly mustered up his courage again, gritted his teeth, and decided to give it a try anyway, "Song, Song Ye, I want to ask you for a favor."

help?Song Ye's eyebrows moved, but he was a little surprised.Zhang Kui is a man of high spirits, rigid and dull, with a direct temper, a determined thing, an annoying person, ten cows can't be pulled back, otherwise he won't be robbed of the limelight by a No.2 with mediocre grades in a few years .

She thought that even if Zhang Kui didn't bother her, he would never give in to her.

It's fresh today.

Seeing that Song Ye was not moving, Zhang Kui didn't expect her to be more considerate, so he simply took out something from his pocket, and quickly said the lines he had muttered in his heart, "I want you to copy a letter for me." ,please."

After the words fell, Zhang Kui immediately bowed at ninety degrees, holding the things in his hands flat, his body stretched into a stone.

Song Ye was taken aback by the opponent's battle, looked down at the square paper in the opponent's hand, and couldn't help being curious.This smelly and hard-tempered guy is so humble to himself just for a letter?

As a result, when Song Ye opened the paper and scanned the first line, he immediately understood.

This is a love letter.

"I, I have a holiday to go home in two days, and I want to sort out this letter, but I don't understand some words, can you help me?" Zhang Kui kept bowing and didn't dare to look up. It had already turned red.

He is 27 or [-] years old. In their village, ordinary children can make soy sauce, but he is still an old leftover man.In fact, Zhang Kui had a girl he liked in his heart, but he couldn't stay for a long time when he went back this time. He was afraid that he would not be able to explain clearly, so he wanted to write a letter to express his heart.

But his level of education was limited, and when the holiday was approaching, he hadn't finished looking up the dictionary, so he had to bite the bullet and come to Song Ye in a hurry.

He had seen Song Ye's summary of comments posted on the bulletin board. The font was very beautiful, and even a little girl would like it.

The square letter paper has been folded many times, and a lot of content has been written densely on it. The pencil words have been smeared and altered with an eraser, and some places have been worn out. There are also several homonyms.

The level of this letter is that of an elementary school student's composition, but it can be seen that a lot of thought has been spent.

Song Ye looked at this thin piece of paper, and his calm heart was suddenly touched, touched by the pure emotions of this era.

After this touch was over, she had already brought back the letter paper, which was only a few hundred characters, and it was all a matter of effort.

Before turning off the lights at night, she found new letter paper and spread it out, sorted out the sentences of Zhang Kui's elementary school students, and began to write in a brush.

Dong Qian turned over and saw the young man writing something there. He stretched his head over to look at it, thinking that Song Ye was copying the Eight Great Disciplines when he was sitting upright, but when he took a closer look, he immediately blew out, "Pfft...you are Fire, I am a seed, burning only for you. You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering and inseparable. You are my pistachio, I can’t sleep because I think about it day and night..." I really can’t read the rest, because Dong Qian had already slumped down on the bed, laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath.

"It's the middle of the night, what's the wind?" Ding Li kicked him with disgust.

Dong Qian couldn't care less about getting angry, stretched out his trembling hand, the corners of his mouth were still twitching, "It's not me, it's Song Ye, he's writing a love letter."

(End of this chapter)