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

Chapter 61 The Childhood Sweetheart is Here! Battalion Commander Huo... in danger!

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the occasional rustling of paper turning and the scratching of pen tips on paper.

This is also the most common way these two people interact recently.

One wanted to strike up a conversation, but the other ignored them, and eventually, only silence remained.

The bright sunshine outside caused dust particles inside the room to dance lightly in the air.

Meng Youyou was focused on the translation document in her hand, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes focused, and her pen occasionally scribbled on the paper to record key words and sentences.

Suddenly, a rapid telephone ring shattered the long silence.

The phone was on Huo Qingshan's desk.

Huo Qingshan slightly raised his eyes, shifting his gaze from the documents. He put down his pen and reached for the receiver.

Huo Qingshan's deep voice rang out in the room, "Hello," before falling silent, listening quietly without interrupting.

After a moment, he slowly took the receiver from his ear, looked up at the person at the opposite desk, and said calmly, "Oh, it's a call for you."

Meng Youyou corrected him somewhat displeasedly, "I said please call me Meng Youyou or Translator Meng from now on, Battalion Commander Huo."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.

Meng Youyou saw it, but she didn't say anything.

He always does this; he knows exactly what to do to soften her heart, so he always strikes with precision, keeping her firmly under his control.

People who are good at "playing the victim" are often not actually pitiful.

Meng Youyou hates this, and she doesn't want to compromise because of it.

Meng Youyou walked over and answered the phone. As soon as she spoke, the person on the other end became very enthusiastic, and even the volume of their voice suddenly increased, so that Huo Qingshan, who was standing next to her, could hear every word clearly.

The young man on the other end of the phone kept calling her "yo yo" affectionately, and she never corrected him once.

"...Hey, I've gotten off the train. I'm calling you from a phone booth at the train station. I should be at the military camp in about an hour. Remember to come pick me up at the gate. I brought you a gift."

"okay."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Youyou had just turned around to return to her seat when she heard a question behind her: "You... friend?"

His voice was deep and resonant, and if you listened carefully, it was even a little hoarse.

Meng Youyou initially didn't want to talk to him, but upon seeing this, she suddenly became interested. She turned around lightly and said with a smile, "Your childhood friend is a promising young topographical surveying expert. He will soon be working at 624 and will become your colleague. You will likely have a lot of interaction with Battalion Commander Huo later on. I hope you will have a pleasant working relationship."

Huo Qingshan: "..."

……

At the camp entrance, Meng Youyou arrived early to wait for someone.

"Oh my god, why do I feel this awkward and uneasy, like when I'm meeting someone I met online?"

When you actually meet in person, the things you need to talk about won't be as easy to gloss over as they are over the phone.

While Meng Youyou was immersed in various extreme speculations, her gaze remained fixed on the entrance, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Just then, a faint engine sound came from afar.

Meng Youyou's spirits lifted, and she looked in the direction of the sound. She saw a military green jeep appear at the end of the road, like a small, slowly moving dot.

As the car drew closer, the mottled marks on its body and the flying dust became clearly visible.

The car gradually approached the sentry post at the entrance of the camp, and the engine stopped.

The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face to Meng Youyou—it was the driver, Li Hu.

Li Hu poked his head out, saluted the soldier on duty at the sentry post, and said, "The person sitting behind is Comrade Shen Xi, a topographical surveying expert from the Central Committee. I have been ordered to go to the train station to pick him up and take him back to the camp."

The soldiers on duty looked serious, holding inspection logbooks. After stepping forward to return the salute, they began to carefully check the vehicle passes.

His eyes scanned back and forth between the information on the documents and the vehicle number, and after confirming that everything was correct, he bent down to check the people inside the vehicle.

Shen Xi leaned forward and handed over her ID. At the same time, Meng Youyou took the opportunity to see the person's face clearly.

I was shocked.

"Wow, this is so similar!"

He's practically a carbon copy of my childhood friend, Shen Xin.

After the inspection, the soldier on duty returned the documents and saluted again, saying, "You may pass. Welcome Comrade Shen Xi to the 624 Border Defense Force."

The railing next to the sentry post slowly rose.

The car turned into the camp along the road, the wheels crunching over the gravel.

Finally, the jeep came to a steady stop in front of her, the vehicle jolted slightly, and a small cloud of dust rose up.

The car door opened quickly, and Shen Xi jumped out of the car nimbly. Her hair was a little messy, but it couldn't hide the brightness and excitement in her eyes.

"Yo yo!" Shen Xi shouted, took a few steps forward, and before Meng Youyou could react, she hugged her tightly.

Meng Youyou's mind went blank: "Is it really that open?"

This guy looks like he's from another time even more than I do!
This young man has very progressive ideas!

Meng Youyou patted Shen Xi on the back somewhat awkwardly and laughed, "Welcome! Welcome!"

In the distance, Huo Qingshan, standing on the training field, had a sharp gaze that swept over a patch of low green vegetation and locked onto the two people embracing each other.

The man's eyes darkened instantly, his already deep black pupils now devoid of any warmth.

His face darkened, and his jawline tightened further.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he spoke with utter coldness, ordering the neatly lined-up troops in front of him: "All, stand at attention! Prepare for one-to-many combat training, squads. Squad one, step forward and launch a full-scale attack on me! Move out!"

The students were dumbfounded: "..."

"Weren't we supposed to disband? I'd already decided what to get at the cafeteria later. Why are we suddenly having combat training again?"

Confused as I was, I still had to obey orders and go into battle...

As soon as the command was given, the ten soldiers of the squad spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Huo Qingshan in the middle.

One soldier was the first to attack, charging towards Huo Qingshan with his right fist whistling through the air as he aimed straight for his face.

Huo Qingshan slightly shifted his body, nimbly dodging the fierce attack. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand and twisted it with just the right amount of force. The soldier felt pain and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Huo Qingshan used the momentum to execute an over-the-shoulder throw, bringing him firmly to the ground.

At this moment, two soldiers on the side seized the opportunity and kicked out from the left and right at the same time, aiming at Huo Qingshan's legs.

Huo Qingshan quickly crouched down, swiftly reached out with both hands, precisely grabbed the ankles of the two men, and forcefully twisted them outwards. The two soldiers immediately lost their balance and fell to either side.

Huo Qingshan stood up and charged like a cheetah towards a soldier who had just pounced on him from the front. He threw a powerful straight punch, but the punch stopped abruptly just inches from the soldier's nose.

The soldier felt a gust of wind rush towards him and was terrified.

Immediately afterwards, three more soldiers flanked from behind. Huo Qingshan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He quickly crouched down, swept his leg, and tripped the soldier in front. Then, using the momentum, he quickly got up and engaged in close combat with the other two soldiers.

He deflected the fist of the soldier on the left with his elbow, grabbed the collar of the soldier on the right with lightning speed with his right hand, pulled him forward sharply, and at the same time thrust his knee upward, stopping his force just before it hit the opponent's abdomen.

The remaining soldiers exchanged glances and rushed forward.

Huo Qingshan moved swiftly through the crowd, his figure as fast as a ghost. Every punch and kick was incredibly precise, either parrying attacks or cleverly striking the opponent's joints and pressure points, causing attacks from all directions to miss or become powerless.

Before long, all the soldiers in the squad were subdued by him, lying or sprawling on the ground.

Class Two, Class Three, Class Four... Everyone stared in disbelief: "..."

He secretly rejoiced: "Thank goodness it wasn't us."

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