The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

Everyone has mentioned it on the bright side, and the head of Fang is not obsessed with asking directly. Besides, he is not Lao Zhao. A question can always turn around seventy or eighty turns. You are confused and completely confused about him. Want to know what.

He is a rude man who always speaks with his fists, so he is always straight.

"I found the way myself, and I practiced for seven or eight years."

Of course, it can’t be said that I practiced for fifteen or six years in my last life, and I only rebuilt it for two months in this life, so I combined the time I had fought with people before, and it took seven or eight years. It's acceptable, otherwise, I can't explain why I can fight with Shen Changlin and still not lose the wind.

'Talent' is one of them, and the result of hard work acquired by time is the other.

Well, there's nothing wrong with thinking that way.

"Seven or eight years?"

Captain Fang looked at him strangely.

"How old were you seven or eight years ago?"

"Seven or eight years old?"

Chu Jun Gu blinked his eyes with a serious face, and the corner of the mouth of the head of Fang who looked at it twitched.

"Are you bluffing me? Whose seven or eight-year-old child knows how to practice kung fu?"

"Well, where I live is a little different. There are not a few children like me, it's not surprising."

this-

Fang Yiguo looked towards Zhao Yue.

Is this kid really fake? Why is he a little out of order?

Accepting the look delivered by the old man, Political Commissar Zhao took a sip of tea from the tea jar and asked with a smile:

"Is it convenient to say where you used to live? Or, who is your father?"

Perhaps this is the only way to test the truth of what he said.

This kid is too shrewd, and the general reason is afraid that he can't fool him. It is better to ask directly like Lao Fang.

Political Commissar Zhao thought so, and asked the same question.

But Chu Jungu, who heard his words, blinked and glanced at Political Commissar Zhao and Head Fang, and then he understood.

To put it bluntly, these two are still curious about her identity. I think it is through her identity to estimate the authenticity of her words. If she can't give them a satisfactory answer, she is afraid that she will not be able to be Shen Changlin's soldiers.

You must know that Shen Changlin is not only the deputy commander of a camp, but also the commander of the Sharp Sword Special Forces!

Under his command, what he can learn, what he has learned, what he can come into contact with, and what he comes into contact with are the core tasks of various operations. The actual combat experience he has, the deployment of troops, and the personal combat capability of a single soldier are all of his own now. Just needed.

Moreover, they know that their background is not low, obviously they are afraid of accidentally stepping into those filthy battles in the noble circle, the kind of battlefield where there is no blood to kill, and there is no smoke of gunpowder, these **** soldiers are the most **** soldiers. Disdain to participate.

Protecting the family and the country is their destiny, and the rest is completely out of their consideration!

Thinking of this, she rolled her eyes.

"My father is—Chu Yehan."

Chu Yehan?

Head Fang glanced at Political Commissar Zhao.

Who is it?

Do you know?

No, wait a minute, why does this name sound familiar?

wrong! It should be quite familiar, or super familiar! !

Just when the two of them were trembling for a while, the wicked little fox Chu added a sentence with a smile.

"Five-star general, Chu Yehan, General Chu; it doesn't matter if you don't know each other. The current old Marshal of the Empire, Chu Zhengrong, who is about to retire, should know him. Well, he is my grandfather—"

"boom--"

"Snapped--"