Chun Cao lazily said: “You don’t understand, Brother Rong—someone like Si Xiao Nan during student years was busy falling in love. Or watching movies and riding bicycles hand-in-hand with a sweet school flower during self-study class—totally different from you military school nerds, hehe—”
Si Nan said: “I’ve never been in love.”
Zhou Rong: “…”
The air suddenly fell silent, with only the rhythmic bumping of the garbage truck.
After a while, Zhou Rong slowly said: “Although early romance isn’t good… Little Comrade Si, one should occasionally have some entertainment, otherwise mental stress can cause problems… After saying this, don’t you want to find a quiet place to whisper with Brother Rong? Proper relaxation is necessary.”
“I have entertainment,” Si Nan replied. “Sleeping.”
After a long time, Chun Cao covered his nose and moved closer to Zhou Rong, whispering: “I think when he says sleeping, he means actually sleeping.”
Zhou Rong: “I think so too.”
The garbage truck turned in the empty isolation layer and roared westward, passing the generator set and substation, with a staff-only elevator in the corner sealed with yellow and black caution tape.
When the truck stopped, the three jumped down. Zhou Rong carried dozens of kilograms of equipment while running and said: “You know what? I finally remembered what Little Comrade Si reminds me of. White Eagle Force, the ones who fought us last year with a 19 to 8 casualty ratio…”
Zhou Rong couldn’t help but look up and say, “Daughter, although your student days sound miserable, I was always a top student in military school.”
“I was first in the whole school for four years and even received a medal upon graduation. I’ll show it to you someday.”
Chun Cao remained silent for a long time, her expression as if struck by lightning.
With a splash, Zhang Yingjie emerged from the bottom, laughing, “Alright, Rong Ge pulled me up! I’ll go up and detonate again.”
Zhou Rong adjusted his position with difficulty, spreading his legs wide and bracing against the side walls, bending down to pull Zhang Yingjie, who was half-submerged in the water. Just then, a series of bubbles suddenly rose to the surface, quickly growing larger, as if something was rapidly ascending.
Zhou Rong’s eyebrows jumped: “Get up quickly!”
