A chill crawled up his spine, and General Zheng’s eyelids jumped as he quickly turned and walked away.
“I told you the team’s code name was problematic,” Zhou Rong said into the microphone after watching Zheng leave. “Tong was already dark enough. Instead of finding a master to calculate a good code name, they insisted on ‘Black Hawk’. Are they not ominous enough? I say you should be called ‘Golden Chicken’ or ‘Lucky’, or at least ‘Panda’. Imagine marching out together – hey! The Ninth Rescue Battalion’s Panda Panpan Special Team reporting for duty!”
Chun Cao was on the verge of tears: “Can we not talk about this right now? The higher-ups wanted this unlucky name to provoke the A country’s White Eagle unit. What can we do?”
“The third state is a carnivorous plant, also known as a pitcher plant.” Zhou Rong swayed his index finger and said: “The most intense outbreak to date was during my time as a paratrooper captain. Comrade Yan Hao used all sorts of despicable methods to push me out, including forming factions, openly provoking, and plotting assassination. He even almost ran me directly into the morgue with his car…”
Spring Grass said: “I must speak fairly for Yan Hao. If you hadn’t beaten him three times during meal times, he wouldn’t have gone to such extremes. He originally only planned to hit you into a vegetative state.”
Si Nan clapped his hands, ceremonially expressing admiration.
“The tricky part is,” Spring Grass stood on a high stone and said seriously, “Yan Hao’s dog-tail flower mode and carnivorous plant mode occasionally switch. For example, when he successfully casts a spell on the cafeteria lady and gets an extra half scoop of potato beef, he can quickly return to a self-pitying state. But if the server is a soldier who doesn’t fall for his tricks, Yan Hao might suddenly turn into a carnivorous plant and forcibly…”
In the night, a black shadow flashed from the forest, gradually approaching behind Spring Grass.
“Forcibly what?” Si Nan laughed and asked, “How did his dog-tail mode get triggered this time?”
Spring Grass: “Well, this is a long story, but ultimately it’s because of you… Ah!!”
A cold hand grabbed Spring Grass’s ankle.
