Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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Two months later, the storm created by Ye Jian had yet to subside.

After two months of prying, the usually wise Ye Zhifan had confirmed that not a single school in the city or province had a student named 'Ye Jian'. He even used his connections and inspected Ye Jian's registered residence. Once he learned that it was still registered under Fujun City, he finally relaxed.

Ye Jian did not repeat his studies, nor did he enter the high school curriculum. It was as if he disappeared.

When October arrived, Fujun Chen City School Principal resigned for health reasons. The role of the principal is left to another capable veteran, someone who is able to take on the responsibility and continue to guard the underground oil depot.

In the same month, Grandpa Gen, who has been living in Shuikou Village for over twenty years, mentioned that he wanted to find his relatives who were in Sichuan province. He then left Shuikou Village after being seen leaving by the village leader.

The silhouettes of Ye Jian, Uncle Gen, and School Head Chen slowly faded away from Shuikou Village and Fujun Town.

Even the soldiers in the military unit did not know where the three of them were going. The only ones know that they go to places where hard work is.

Snowflakes flying around. In one night, the entire city of Anyang turned into a silver-plated world.

The winter of 1996 has arrived, Anyang City in the Southern Province welcomes the first snow of winter.

The children were playing snowball and their laughter added color to the entire city.

Those who drive, bike or walk are cautious, for fear of having an accident. Suddenly, a jeep suddenly emerged from the intersection, accelerating and rolling up layers of snow and fog. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared on the corner of the road.

The driver's black eyes smiled faintly. He drove the car steadily to the gate of No.1 SMP City.

“Halo, I'm looking for Ye Jian. Ye Jian from tenth grade.” Wearing a military coat, the tall man casually placed his hands on the window sill. He took off his gloves and revealed his slender arm, took out his pen and wrote his name. He smiled at the security guard. "Ye Jian from tenth grade."

The security officer on duty is in his thirties. He looked at the young man and slightly avoided eye contact when he saw his military hat.

Xia Jinyuan noticed something was wrong and put down her pen. He investigated with a serious expression, “Why? What happened to him?"

"My friend, this Ye Jian ..." The officer found it difficult to speak. After thinking about it, he spoke softly, "He doesn't attend our school." He was afraid that others could hear him.

“Why don't you go out and wonder? You can ask around in the small shop ahead. I'm just a security guard, there are some things I can't say. Ask others, they all know.”

He didn't go to this school? Xia Jinyuan tightened her grip, thanked her and left with big strides. He started his car and went to a small shop.

After buying a pack of gum, he saw the shopkeeper warming himself near the campfire. Xia Jinyuan pointed to the furnace and smiled. "Sister, I'm gonna warm myself up here, I'm waiting for someone."

He took off his military hat and naturally placed it on his palm. He then tied his waist. His actions were grand and masculine.

Only action and military uniforms are needed to get the liking of the store owner.

“It's okay, I'm just waiting for someone. Class will be over soon.” Xia Jinyuan sat down. Even his posture resembled that of a soldier. His military cap was placed on his knees. He always kept his military posture, reminding himself that he was a soldier who would never damage the reputation of the army.

More importantly, there is physics involved as well. By putting your hand on the knee, it will form the most stable shape – triangle. It will be easy to immediately stand up with that posture.

Xia Jinyuan planned to gather more information about Ye Jian before leaving.

The shopkeeper served his tea enthusiastically. As she sat down, she looked at Xia Jinyuan's appearance and subconsciously straightened her back. After a few words, he tried to break the ice.

“SMP No.1 City is a good school. In total there are six students who managed to enter the leading university. Their reputation was good and many students were struggling to get in. Everyone wants to get into Junior High No.1 City, everyone wants to get the highest title.”

The shopkeeper was tired of taking care of the shop. He would rather talk to this soldier while sipping his tea and introduce the No.1 City Secondary School to him.

Xia Jinyuan wanted to know what had happened to Ye Jian, and of course, she intended to stick to the topic of No.1 City Secondary School.

She smiles. “Maybe not everyone. Earlier, I went to school to look for someone and heard two parents talking about a student named 'Ye Jian', I thought he was ... "

"Ye Jian was a celebrity in Anyang City a while ago." The shopkeeper immediately explained what happened that day. “It's a pity, it's really a pity. I even went looking for papers last year and he did win the gold medal at the Science Olympiad. ”

“He has conflicts with the school. He tore his entry notice and left. Children today are very temperamental. He managed to enter and since the school did not cancel the result and still accepted it, he should have accepted being an associate student. No problem as long as he studied at Junior High No.1 Kota.”

Tear up his receipt notice? Not cancel the results? Associate students?

Understanding the main point, Xia Jinyuan investigated further for the details. After listening to the story, his face became sullen.

His Little Fox was treated unfairly! A haughty girl like her would never accept any baseless accusations against her! And he would never allow himself to become an associate student!

After finishing a cup of tea and understanding the problem, Xia Jinyuan left the small shop and pulled out a cell phone. After that, he pressed a few numbers.

“Help me check one person, Ye Jian, just 16 years old. Help me check out which school he studied at in the Southern Province. I'll call you back in ten minutes.”

After the phone call, Xia Jinyuan, who had not slept for several nights in a row, closed her eyes and rested. He's not panicking. She was sure her Little Fox would never drop out of school.

In order to qualify for military school, he had to study in high school. It does not matter if it is SMP or SMA. As long as he studied, he could find it with his student's number.

In less than ten minutes, the phone rang. The person across said something and Xia Jinyuan's eyes widened. He exclaimed, “All schools in the province have been checked?”