Age: My Small World

The train traveled northwest from the capital, and it would take at least several days to reach the border city, so the journey was quite tiring.

After sitting on the train all day, the passengers were getting restless, so when the train arrived at a station, they couldn't help but get off and stretch for a while.

In particular, this place should provide hot water and a stove so that everyone's dry rations can be warmed up and the flatbreads can be roasted before eating.

"Are we going down?"

Sun couldn't help but lift his buttocks slightly; after a day of riding in the car, he could barely feel his buttocks anymore—it was too bumpy.

"Comrade Wei Ye, let's go down together."

Yang Jun could tell that Wei Ye was also getting impatient, so he took the initiative to speak.

The three of them then got off the car together.

"Oh, so you're together. That explains why you haven't come down for so long."

The young man was eating a burnt flatbread.

Yang Jun didn't even need to ask; he already knew his name because someone had already asked.

"Comrade Tu Xingguo, could you tell me which side the outhouse is over there?"

Yang Jun simply nodded at his question, and then asked in return.

Tu Xingguo quickly pointed in a direction: "They're over there, one man and one woman, separate, so don't go to the wrong place."

Yang Jun showed no intention of going over, but instead gestured to Wei Ye.

Wei Ye then jogged over there.

"Thank you, Comrade Tu Xingguo. I'll treat you to a meal when we get to Jiangcheng," Yang Jun said politely.

Tu Xingguo chuckled:
"That's a deal."

Turning his head, Sun Buyong placed his hand on Yang Jun's shoulder with a sigh.

"Yang Jun, now I understand why you can handle so many girls."

Yang Jun slapped his hand away, shrugged, and said, "I'm just sensitive to details. You don't even care about your own team members. Do I need to tell you?"

"Hehe, Wei Ye isn't the kind of girl who's pretentious."

"But she is a girl after all, right? Although everyone says that men and women are equal, it is only right that we care more about women. Don't always treat her like a man."

This is perhaps a major reason why Sun Yongbu couldn't find a wife.

He can't even properly care for Wei Ye, who is right in front of him, let alone how much he can care for a wife he barely sees each day. So, if he wants to get married, he can probably only do so through arranged marriages; free love is probably out of the question for him.

"Don't let her hear you say that, or Wei Ye will think you're looking down on her."

As it turned out, Sun's focus was so bizarre that Yang Jun was speechless.

"Let's go bake a couple of flatbreads. We ate cold flatbreads all day yesterday, they were so hard."

Sun, without further ado, excitedly led him to the place with the stove.

There were many people getting off the bus, so there was a queue of people waiting by the stove, and they had to queue together.

Just then, Yang Jun's eyes suddenly twitched.

In a queue not far away, two people started pushing and shoving each other because of the queue.

"I was right here just now, I just went to get the water bottle, why can't I stay here?"

"If you're going to cut in line, then cut in line. But why make up so many excuses? Why don't you just say you were by the stove and go straight there?"

The two argued louder and louder, and then their anger flared up, and they started pushing each other with their hands.

Suddenly, a slap rang out, and the incident escalated into a fight.

"Stop fighting..." Some people tried to break up the fight, while others looked bewildered.

Most people were enthusiastic and tried to separate the two, but they ended up getting hurt instead. "Aren't you ashamed of yourselves, fighting over a queue?"

At that moment, a tall figure swept across the crowd and grabbed the wrists of both men, preventing them from fighting at all.

Yang Jun's gaze was drawn to this person. It was quite strange to encounter a grandmaster boxer on such an ordinary train platform.

Indeed, the figure who stepped forward to stop the two was a master of internal martial arts.

You should know that every grandmaster has a name and a reputation in their respective martial arts school, but this person looks too ordinary. Yang Jun didn't even know which school he belonged to.

Hu Baye had probably told him about some grandmasters, and even some juniors who had managed to become grandmasters, but none of them matched this person.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, the figure turned and glanced at Yang Jun.

Now Yang Jun could see his full appearance.

The man was probably around forty years old, with a burly build. He was wearing ordinary blue clothes, and his cloth shoes had many stitches and repairs, suggesting that his family wasn't particularly well-off.

"Who are you? Mind your own business! Let go of me!"

The two people whose hands were grabbed now faced their conflict with him simultaneously.

The man smiled slightly, revealing eight neat teeth.

"You think you're in the right to fight in public?"

As he applied more force, both of them could only cry out in pain.

"Let go, let go, it's time to break it off."

"What's going on?" The security personnel at the platform finally arrived.

After the kind-hearted people explained the situation in detail, they didn't make things difficult for the man and let him continue queuing.

The two people who were about to fight were given a good scolding, but there was no further punishment. After all, it wasn't a big deal, and no one would deliberately take someone away, especially since they still needed to get a ride.

After a while, when Yang Jun had finished baking all the pancakes, the man suddenly walked over.

He couldn't possibly suddenly pull out something delicious to eat in front of Suo Yongbu and Wei Ye, so he could only eat dry rations with the two of them.

After handing Wei Ye's pancake to Sun Yongbu, he looked up.

"Comrade, is there something you need?"

The tall figure scratched his head: "Nothing, I just felt you were pretty capable, so I came over to ask."

Yang Jun was surprised and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What do you want to ask?"

"Comrade, what kind of boxing style do you practice?"

Yang Jun was speechless for a moment, not expecting him to ask so bluntly, before slowly replying, "Tongbei Fist."

He openly shared his boxing techniques without hiding anything.

The man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting this style of boxing.

Although Tongbei Quan has a prestigious reputation among Northern martial arts, there are not many masters. Even the renowned Master Hu did not have time to make a name for himself before he retired into seclusion.

Moreover, after breaking through to the Grandmaster level, he has been operating in secret, striking at his enemies, so he cannot become famous.

This has led to the fact that despite the great reputation of Tongbei Quan, there has been no representative figure in recent years.

No wonder the man was stunned.

Well, he also saw the power of Grandmaster Yang Jun, which is why he came over to ask this question.

Out of respect for the master, Yang Jun did not hide the extent of his strength just now.

"Comrade, shall we go over and lend a hand?"

The man suddenly became interested. (End of Chapter)