Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 869

Qian Ling is the younger brother of Qian Ye's mother and twins. In Qian Ye's eyes, Qian Ling has always been an excellent child of Qian Family. Whether it is words, deeds or business talents, he is the key training target for the next generation of Qian Family's core strength.

Qian Ye believed in Qian Ling's words.

Of course, no matter what the truth is, Qian Ling was slapped in the face, it is impossible for him, the brother, to ignore it.

"In Zhejiang-Hangzhou, there are unexpected new students who dare to provoke the children of the Qian family." Qian Ye drank the tea in his cup and said indifferently, "Which class is Luo Feng you mentioned?"

Hearing this, Qian Ling's spirits lifted up and he nodded and said hurriedly, "I checked, Chinese Department, Class 1 of Classical Literature."

"Well, I remembered." Qian Ye nodded, "If there is nothing else, I will go back first. The discipline of the troops is very strict, and I can't go out for too long."

"Understood, brother, this matter, I beg you." Qian Ling said vigorously.

Qian Ye didn't say anything, and left the teahouse. Not long after, he returned to a dormitory at Zhejiang-Hangzhou University. The entrance of a dormitory on the first floor.

Qian Ye knocked on the door, "Report."

"Come in." A voice rang.

Qian Ye opened the door and saluted inside, "Hello Battalion Commander."

At a desk, a man in military uniform raised his head. This person is the battalion commander of the Shendao Camp, Zhang Tieniu!

Qian Ye looked at Zhang Tieniu's eyes full of admiration.

Zhang Tieniu was the oldest fighter in the Sacred Sword Camp. He came from a very poor background. With his own efforts, he became a soldier of the Sacred Sword Camp and was later promoted to the battalion commander. It is said that two years ago, Zhang Tieniu was selected to send sword soldiers to special training. Zhang Tieniu was eventually selected, but he still returned to the sword camp.

For Zhang Tieniu, Shendao Camp is his second home!

Everyone in the Shendao camp loved this iron-blooded battalion commander very much.

"Let's talk, what's the matter?" Although Zhang Tieniu was extremely strict in training, he was still very kind to his comrades in private, and smiled.

"Battle Commander, I want to apply to you." Qian Ye raised his head and said in a loud voice, "I want to be an instructor in Class 1 of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature!"

"Oh?" Zhang Tieniu looked at Qian Ye, "What's the reason."

"Reporting battalion commander, I am from Zhejiang-Hangzhou, and I have a few people who are related to me in Class 1 of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature. I want to train them myself." Qian Ye had already thought about his excuses and said without thinking.

Zhang Tieniu stared at Qian Ye. For a moment, he lowered his head and picked up a form, "I have already arranged which instructor of each of your classes. Qian Ye, the class you want to train..." Zhang Tieniu looked for , Said with a smile, "The third class of the Department of Physical Education, Qian Ye, compared to other departments, the physical fitness of the Department of Physical Education is naturally the best. If you are an instructor in the third class of the Department of Physical Education, you may be able to perform before the end of military training To achieve better results."

What else Qian Ye wanted to say.

"Also, it's not a coincidence that you also came. This form has actually just been published." Zhang Tieniu said, "As the so-called military order is like a mountain, it is not allowed to be easily changed."

Although Qian Ye was a little disappointed, he nodded, "I understand, Battalion Commander."

"By the way, who is the instructor of Class 1 of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature?" Qian Ye couldn't help asking again.

My interpersonal relationship in the Shendao Camp is still very good. Even if I can't be an instructor of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature, it is not easy to get a new egg?

Zhang Tieniu glanced at the form, "Well, for your usual good performance, I can open a back door for you. The instructor of Class 1 of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature is Zhen Yingong. You personally discuss it if he agrees. If you change classes with you, you will come to me and report together."

When Qian Ye heard the name Zhen Yin Gong, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely!

"Yes, instructor!"

After making a salute, Qian Ye turned and left the instructor's dormitory.

Qian Ye couldn't help but tangled in his heart.

He is a general of the Sacred Sword Camp, with outstanding achievements, but there is another person, almost every achievement, is on par with him, that is the Zhen Yin bow that Zhang Tieniu said!

This person, everyone in the Shendao Camp called him a big bow.

A guy with intestines to the bottom, just like a bow and arrow, will not turn when shooting out. More importantly, in Shendao Camp, Qian Ye and Zhen Yingong compete fiercely, and their relationship is not very good.

For this guy to agree to change shifts with himself, Qian Ye felt hopeless before asking.

However, Qian Ye bit the bullet and went to find Zhen Yin Gong.

"Big Bow, I'll discuss things with you." Qian Ye smiled and said, standing in front of him was a strong dark-skinned guy. "I heard that you are an instructor in the 1st class of Chinese Classical Literature. I am a sportsman. Department of the third class instructor."

"Are you here to show off?" Zhen Yingong frowned, and then said coldly, "However, I am afraid I will disappoint you. I don't know which class performed better before the final performance."

"No, no, Da Gong, you misunderstood." Qian Ye smiled, "I want to say, why don't we train in another class?"

"You look down on me?" Zhen Yingong frowned even more, and said with a shake of his hand, "Qian Ye, I dare to say to you loudly, one month later, the class I lead will not be worse than you."

Qian Ye, "..."

This product is simply the smelly stone in the pit!

Qian Ye resisted the urge to yell at him, looked at Zhen Yingong, half a moment, his heart moved, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He changed his mind, "Okay, in that case, Da Gong, I won't force you." Qian Ye He smiled at Zhen Yin Gong, "However, I just want to ask Da Gong for one thing."

"what's up?"

"There is a student named Luo Feng in Class 1 of the Chinese Department of Classical Literature." Qian Ye smiled and said, "This person is my friend. I think... Da Gong can take care of him."

"Every student in military training is treated the same, and there are special ones?" As expected by Qian Ye, he really knows Zhen Yingong too much. Basically, this guy has something to say in his heart. Ying also offended many people. At this time, he directly rejected Qian Ye and said with a straight face, "You don't need to say any more, if there is nothing else, I will rest."

With that, Zhen Yin Gong turned and walked back to the dormitory.

Looking at Zhen Yingong's back, Qian Ye's mouth curled up with a smile.

With Zhen Yingong's temperament, it is absolutely impossible for him to ask him to rectify Luo Feng. Qian Ye chose this method and made Zhen Yingong mistakenly believe that Luo Feng is his friend. You know, Zhen Yingong has always been dissatisfied with Qian Ye. Maybe he will give Luo Feng a bitter taste.

"Of course, this is just an appetizer." Qian Ye smirked to himself, "Even if I am not the instructor of this class, a freshman, I, Qian Ye, will not believe that I can't cure you. Thousands of children, not everyone can provoke me. ."