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

Chapter 62 Battalion Commander Huo... Danger! Danger! (Part 1)
Zhang Yong nudged Zhong Heng's arm and muttered, "I have a feeling that the battalion commander has been acting strange lately, especially today."

Zhong Heng didn't react, craning his neck to look in a certain direction.

Seeing this, Zhang Yong was a little puzzled, so he nudged it a couple more times.

As I stood there, I was just about to turn my head to see what was over there.
Zhong Heng withdrew his neck at the opportune moment, but clearly still somewhat unsatisfied, and said, "I know."

A sentence with its beginning and end cut off leaves much to the imagination.

Zhang Yong hurriedly pressed, "What do you know? Tell me quickly!"

Zhong Heng smiled mysteriously: "Most likely, your love life has been bumpy, and you've encountered..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was locked onto by a sharp glare from ahead, and the next second... "Zhong Heng, step forward!"

Good heavens! The voice of the devil!

Zhong Heng's open smile froze instantly.

Huo Qingshan: "Class Two, everyone, launch an attack on Zhong Heng!"

Zhong Heng: "..."

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

After quickly giving Zhong Heng a "Brother! Take care!" look, Zhang Yong immediately lowered his head without a second's hesitation.

Zhong Heng: "..."

History always repeats itself!
"Why is it that this guy always starts the conversation, but I'm always the one who ends up getting punished?"

……

Troop canteen.

Inside the window, the cooks bustled about, bringing out a large pot of freshly cooked, steaming white rice and placing it on the worktable, filling the air with its aroma.

A large pot of freshly stir-fried vegetables sat in an iron basin beside it, while a plate of cabbage stewed with glass noodles peeked out from between the cabbage and the broth.

Another dish was braised pork with large chunks of potatoes, the aroma of the meat mingling with the fresh fragrance of the potatoes. The soldiers lined up in neat rows, taking turns to get their food.

Meng Youyou led Shen Xi to the cafeteria relatively early, and the two had already gotten their food and found seats.

Whether it was because he was naturally talkative or because he hadn't seen "Meng Youyou" for a long time, Shen Xi kept chattering away after they met: "...You know what, the food in the army canteen here tastes really good."

"Do you remember when we were little, our parents were always busy with work, and we grew up eating food from the army canteen every day? Back then, we'd always get together and complain about which dishes were particularly bad. I never thought that now that we're all grown up, we'd still be eating from the army canteen together. Hahahaha..."

Meng Youyou, of course, had no memory of this, so she followed up on his words, trying to get more information out of him, "I remember some, but not very clearly. It was many years ago, right? Why were our parents so busy with work back then?"

"Your parents are diplomats, when are they not busy?"

"..."

In this way, Meng Youyou successfully extracted basic background information about the Meng family through a series of roundabout methods.

Just as Meng Youyou and Shen Xi were having a great time chatting, a group of people suddenly joined the dinner party.

Zhong Heng took the lead and sat down opposite Meng Youyou with his tray, followed closely by Zhang Yong who sat down opposite Shen Xi.

Zhong Heng, true to his strong social skills, greeted them warmly: "This must be Comrade Shen Xi, who just joined the team today. We received a notice a few days ago that a surveying expert with outstanding professional abilities would be joining the team soon. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome today."

Shen Xi responded politely, "You flatter me. I've long heard that the 624th Regiment is full of hidden talents, each one a versatile military expert. In the future, we should all learn from each other and make progress together!"

Zhong Heng was about to exchange a few more pleasantries when he keenly caught the powerful signal emanating from a pair of sharp, dark eyes above him.

Zhong Heng was quick-witted and reacted swiftly, immediately picking up his plate and moving to the right.

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