An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 148 "You should be secretly happy!"

When Meng Youyou woke up in the morning, her nose felt a little stuffy, like a sign that she was about to catch a cold.

After a whole morning, her symptoms showed no improvement and even seemed to be getting worse. After class, she decided to go to the infirmary to get some medicine.

Otherwise, if the condition worsens and the throat becomes inflamed and the patient can't speak, it will be troublesome. At that time, the patient will be unable to attend classes on both sides, which will seriously delay work.

Dr. Cai was on duty at the clinic today. After Meng Youyou got her medicine, she was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

She asked one more question: "Dr. Cai, hasn't Medical Officer Chu returned yet?"

Dr. Cai looked up from the patient registration book, glanced towards the door, and paused, his right hand holding the pen. He casually replied, "She took a week's leave."

She glanced at the desk calendar on her desk before continuing, "There are still two days left, I should be back in a couple of days."

"Oh," Meng Youyou nodded, "I see."

As I left the medical room and passed the training ground, I saw soldiers doing extra obstacle climbing training. Their bodies collided with the ropes and steel pipes, producing a series of creaking sounds.

Meng Youyou habitually looked in that direction, just like she had for the past few days.

There were no unexpected surprises.

She still couldn't see the figure she wanted to see on the training field.

Just then, with a "whoosh," a young soldier in camouflage training uniform, who looked completely unfamiliar, crossed his legs around the pole and slid down quickly from the top.

As he approached the ground, he suddenly pushed off the pole, landing on his feet and kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this scene, Meng Youyou's first thought was—this probably didn't meet the standard, right?

She's far inferior to him.

Meng Youyou was amused by her own sudden idea. After all, as a weakling who couldn't even climb halfway up the pole, where did she get the courage to criticize others for not meeting the standards?

Sure enough, the next second, Zhang Yong, who was holding a mechanical stopwatch in his right hand, shouted loudly: "13.2 seconds, training result is unqualified."

The young soldier, who was panting heavily with his hands on his knees, lowered his eyebrows and looked miserable when he heard the result. He complained to himself, "Why is it still taking so long?"

"How many times have I told you to loosen your leg wraps when you're descenting? You just won't listen. Are you afraid of falling or something?"

After hearing this, the young soldier scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Deputy Company Commander Zhang, I...I'm afraid of heights."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yong raised his eyebrows, looking incredulous, and exclaimed, "This pole is only eight meters high, and you're telling me you're afraid of heights?"

"Don't make so many excuses. If you can't do it, practice more and do it again. I told you to be careful when you go up..." Watching their conversation, Meng Youyou found it amusing.

She couldn't help but think of that man again. Actually, she wanted to go over and tell the young soldier who was afraid of heights, "You're secretly happy!"

Luckily, he's been too busy to care about the camp lately. Luckily, you met Zhang Yong, otherwise you'd be having a lot of trouble!
She used to enjoy secretly watching him train, so much so that she can now recite his average and best scores for every single training exercise.

Over time, she gradually learned what constituted excellence and what constituted mediocrity in projects that were initially unfamiliar to her.

If you can achieve a level of performance close to his, that would be excellent.

Has anyone surpassed him? Meng Youyou didn't know, but there probably was. Lu Feng had told her that when they were in school, he and a junior female student had a long-distance moving target shooting competition, and he lost.

But so far, Meng Youyou has never actually seen anyone in the military who has surpassed him in any aspect.

He has always held himself to high standards, striving for excellence, and at the same time, he also has high expectations of others.

To paraphrase Zhong Heng's private complaint about him, he was "so harsh it was inhuman."

She had certainly seen him reprimand those soldiers who hadn't performed well. Even Meng Youyou had to admit that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as "fierce and menacing" back then.

When Meng Youyou first witnessed him scolding someone, she secretly thought to herself, "Thank goodness I'm not one of his soldiers."

And it was only then that she suddenly realized that when she confronted him on the training field that day, he had actually gone easy on her.

With her thoughts returning to normal, Meng Youyou put the cold medicine in her pocket and turned to walk towards the office building.

The sounds coming from the training field behind me grew farther and farther away, and fainter and fainter.

After climbing two more rounds, the young soldier was bargaining with his deputy company commander: "Deputy Company Commander Zhang, food is essential for life. If you don't eat, you'll get hungry. How about I eat first and then continue training?"

"You're lucky you ran into me. Once Battalion Commander Huo comes back in a few days, with your grades, you'll still be thinking about eating?"

Zhang Yong waved his hand, finally giving in, "Go on, go on, go eat first. Remember to come back and practice extra according to what I told you after you eat, don't be lazy!"
Among the new recruits in our Second Battalion, you have the worst grades. You need to work harder on your own.

"Understood, Deputy Company Commander Zhang."

After the young soldier finished speaking, he wasn't in a hurry to eat. Instead, he stood there and asked curiously, "What kind of person is Battalion Commander Huo?"

Having been in the recruit training camp for so long, I had long heard of the formidable reputation of Battalion Commander Huo Qingshan, who was rumored to be a figure who struck fear into the hearts of new recruits.

However, since they hadn't had a chance to see him for so long, they couldn't help but feel a desire to find out more.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yong smiled maliciously and gave an ambiguous answer: "Him? You'll find out when the time comes."