Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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Shuikou Village in Fujun Town is a village that is placed by army units in the depths of the mountains. During the midnight of these few days, the villagers of Shuikou Village could faintly hear the truck rumbling, as the military truck drove down the road before the village entrance.

At two o'clock in the morning, the villagers were fast asleep, and they would not wake up when they heard the voices.

Even if someone wakes up, they will not turn on the lights until the sound is gone.

As the village chief said, if anyone breaks the rules, the roads subsidized and built by the state will be cut off!

And those who break the rules will be jailed for life!

Ye Jian had been awake for a long time. When the sound of the military truck disappeared, he overcame his headache and got up from his bed. As he lit the flashlight, a ray of light shone on the wall with a calendar hanging over it.

Apparently, he wasn't dreaming. He could still open his eyes and see the sun tomorrow.

It turned out that, instead of dying miserably, with the grace of her life, she had grown through suffering, and her destiny had set her up to be reborn through ashes!

Time pass. By six in the morning, smoke was already billowing from the kitchen chimney in Shuikou Village. Bathed in the morning sun, the mountain village is home to luxurious green trees and flowing rivers.

Outside the window, a swallow perched on the cable, chirping merrily.

Through the mist, the crystal-clean morning sunlight was gently sprayed onto the branches, where the flowers bloomed with vigor.

Behind the soft, green shoots, the flowers on the branches appear more delicate and beautiful.

Although he could once again witness the return of the kite and flower blooming in the warm spring, he was in a completely different situation now.

After waking up at night, Ye Jian did not sleep anymore. Looking at the girl who spoke nonstop by her bedside, she narrowed her pitch-black eyes subtly.

The girl in front of Ye Jian had red lips and white teeth, and her black hair was braided and neatly dropped onto her shoulders.

And his eyes are bright and watery. But his skin was rather dark, with small spots on either side of the tip of his nose.

This is Ye Ying, the source of all the suffering in my unpleasant past life, where I also died miserably.

“Monday's test. Remember to help me. And I have brought my schoolwork, finish it for me quickly! ” Not only is Ye Ying handsome, but her voice is also pleasant to hear like an oriole.

It was just that his tone of voice was so commanding as if Ye Jian owed him.

Holding the blanket, Ye Jian curled his lips and smiled as Ye Ying finished her chirp. "During no meeting, Ye Ying."

Long time no see, 14 year old Ye Ying.

"What's? Long time no see? We met yesterday! Are you stupid for your Fall? With worry on his face, 14-year-old Ye Ying looked at his cousin who was six months older than him and said, “You must not be stupid! Life will be miserable for a simple-minded beauty!”

What about his homework if his smart and outstanding cousin had broken his head?!

With narrowed eyes, Ye Jian smiled gently, and his smile was as clear as a river. “Aren't you going to be a more miserable person if I'm destroyed? No one will help you with your homework, no one will give you answers in the exam to help you achieve good rankings. Unfortunately, come to think of it, why do I think you are more tragic?

While he was admiring Ye Ying's changing facial expression, Ye Jian said 'God bless me' to himself. As it turns out, being a bully is a guilty but pleasant feeling. Why had he never realized that before?!

He had to appreciate this feeling now that he was back to fourteen!

“You are completely destroyed! I don't need you to do my homework, okay ?! ” The pale-faced Ye Ying gritted his teeth and said dissatisfiedly, because Ye Jian had read his mind.

Ye Ying was trying to free himself from this embarrassing situation, but due to his young age and lack of finesse, his facial expression was rather awkward.

Looking at Ye Ying's facial expression, Ye Jian felt extremely lively, as if fresh blood had flowed into his withered heart.

As Ye Jian tilted his head and slightly held back his facial expression, he furrowed his beautiful brows that did not need to be trimmed. Instead of answering, he was silent.