Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1198 Zong Zhan's Admirer

  This night, every dormitory of the camp heard an explosive news.

  San Ye brought a woman back. Not only did she live in the same room, but she might also share the same bed...

  The soldiers of the battalion team are full of enthusiasm.

  So, when the horn rang when she woke up the next day, Shi Luo felt dazedly as if an army had broken through the ground.

  The corridor was like a vegetable market, with footsteps one after another, which made her unable to sleep peacefully.

  Siluo took out the phone and squinted at five o'clock in the morning.

  She was clutching her messy long hair and was on the verge of running away, "Nima, the troublesome dream was struck by thunder."

  Yes, Shi Luo did live in Zong Zhan’s dormitory, but the two did not live in the same house.

  The dog man returned to the camp and began to pretend to be a gentleman. It is said that he went to the dormitory of the deputy staff.

  At six o'clock exactly, Silo sat on the bed with a disheveled hair, thinking about life.

  The magnificent slogans on the playground are deafening, piercing through the clouds, and they cannot be blocked by two panes of glass.

  She is such an elegant woman in the workplace, why should she suffer inhuman torture in such a place?

  At this time, someone knocked on the door of the room, and Siluo held the quilt with dull eyes, without saying a word.

  The people outside the door didn’t seem to expect her to respond, and a deep and deep voice came through the door, “Put on the clothes I gave you yesterday and come to the first floor.”

   Shi Luo covered her face with the quilt, muttering not knowing what she was talking about.

  It took a full half an hour before she wore a camouflage uniform and tied her hair and slowly dangled downstairs.

  The dormitory is on the third floor. She took about five minutes to walk the stairs.

  Because of the high-barreled military boots, every time I take a step, I rub the wound on my ankle, which makes it uncomfortable.

  Once in the lobby, Zong Zhan with one hand on his hips, leaning on the military mirror, smiling but not smiling, "Are you grinding foreigners upstairs?"

  Siluo moved down with the handrails of the stairs, and walked down the last step, and asked with an uncomfortable face: "Are there any wheelchairs?"

   "Pretentious." Zong Zhan expressed disapproval, but his eyes were involuntarily observing Silo's dress.

  He hardly saw her wearing any sports clothing. She may have been immersed in the workplace all the year round. Most of her clothes are capable and decent, and even her pajamas are very feminine.

   And this relatively loose camouflage uniform, although it does not show the waist, but it brings out her excellent body proportions.

  To put it simply, tall and long legs, heroic.

   Xi Luo walked slowly to the front of the military mirror, and took care of the green belt of Li Jun, "If you dare to let me go out for a run, I will report your violation of law and discipline."

  Speaking, she gave Zong Zhan a slanted look, "I heard that the title will be lowered if you remember a big mistake?"

  Zong Zhan took off his hat and rubbed his hair, turned around and paced, "If you change you, will you lower your title?"

  Si Luo reacted slowly for a while, then sneered with her shoulders on her shoulders, "I really don't believe that no one can cure you."

On the steps outside the building, the man reminded in a low voice: "Your uncle should be fine."

   Without waiting for Xi Luo to speak, Zong Zhan took out his whistle and blew it twice at the playground, "Assemble."

   Soon, a group of army green figures appeared downstairs in the dormitory.

  Three square arrays, the queue is neat and uniform.

   No matter how deep the grievance was, Shi Luo was a little bit speechless by the scene in front of her.

  The morning light illuminates the earth, and military slogans can be seen everywhere in the playground.

  The phalanx under the sun is like a rainbow, and the eyes are firm. It is the perseverance and scorching faith deeply buried in the blood.

   Shi Luo was affected, and even unconsciously averted his cynicism.

With a polite smile on his face, he stood next to Zong Zhan, enjoying the "admiration" of countless men.

At this time, Zong Zhan stood at the forefront of the queue in a straddling posture, shouted a few slogans to settle down, and then introduced to everyone: "This is Xi Luo, the chief reporter of the military exercise channel. The camp will conduct a three-month follow-up interview, everyone is welcome."

  In an instant, thunderous applause rang out from the three policies, "Welcome to reporter Xi."

   Shi Luo waved her hand with a smirk, her lips squirmed slightly, and she gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice, "What is a follow-up interview?"

  "Go with food and lodging, train with you."

   Shi Luo turned around and wanted to leave.

  You can eat and live, train to dream.

  Zong Zhan was clearly aware of her intentions, the posture of straddling remained unchanged, and he looked ahead and threatened: "If you dare to take a step, the jackal brother will know your news immediately."

   Xi Luo swallowed and stared at the man for three seconds. Then, he nodded to the goal under the steps, and smiled calmly: "When we first meet for the first time, there may be more disturbances in the future. Please forgive me."

  A person who knows the current affairs is a great master.

  In the morning, Shi Luo was arranged to work in the communication room.

  Coincidentally, there are three female colleagues here.

  According to Shi Luo's personality, she just looks nice and easy to get along with, but there is an alienated indifference in her bones.

Among the three girls in the communication room, one is slightly older, and the other two are younger. They are also new to the team this year.

  The older woman was about twenty-seven or eighteen, and her attitude was neither lukewarm nor hot, and even showed a little repulsion towards Silo.

  After three minutes of understanding, Shi Luo has a full understanding of the situation.

  The two young girls who have joined the team have no opinion, so they just let everything go.

  A slightly older woman, named Fang Zhengrong, a child of the military family, and an admirer of Zong Zhan.

  So, Siluo did not remember anyone's name, so she remembered Fang Zhengrong.

  ……

   Near noon, Shi Luo finished a manuscript in English, read it fakely, and made himself amused.

   "Wow, Sister Luo, your English is good."

  One of the young lesbians happened to see Silo’s computer when she was receiving water, and she couldn’t help but uttered a compliment.

   Silo saved the document and smiled politely, "Do it."

  She is not showing off her English proficiency, she is simply not good at pinyin.

   "Sister Luo, can you teach me if you have time?" The little girl is in her twenties, and may not have been assimilated by the strict discipline of the military, and her conversation is also lively.

  Not surprisingly, as the person in charge of the communication room, Fang Zhengrong said, “Do your own job well. This is not where you learn English.”

  The little girl confided that she knew Sister Fang, turned around and returned to her seat to continue to report.

   Xi Luo raised her eyes and looked at Fang Zhengrong who was opposite the table, and cast her lips playfully.

  The fan girl of a dog man, her personality is not very pleasing.

   "Reporter Xi, are you the chief reporter of the exercise channel?"

  Fang Zhengrong noticed Xi Luo's gaze, and asked with a serious look.

   Siroto's cheek, smiling brightly, "Is it."

  "Emperor Beijing has 17 divisions, why did you choose March 18?" Fang Zhengrong stared at Shi Luo sharply, "Don't mind, I'm just a little curious."

   Shi Luo flicked her finger on her cheek, "Don't mind, but I can't answer this question. It might be more appropriate for you to ask Zong Zhan."

  (End of this chapter)