Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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The mature Doctor Zhou replied quickly, “Be assured. We won't tell anyone about this.”

"Doctor Zhou, you are a doctor with noble and professional ethics, of course, we trust you," Xia Jinyuan said softly. In front of the citizens, he was as gentle as the wind rather than showing his stern demeanor like steel. “I'll say goodbye from here. Again, I am very sorry.”

He asked a soldier to send Doctor Zhou away. As he walked further, suddenly, Xia Jinyuan raised her hand to flick lightly onto Ye Jian's forehead. “I don't have time to praise you now. Nice work, girl.”

"Ouch!" off guard, Ye Jian covered his forehead in slight pain. Subtle emotions began to appear in his previously calm and indifferent eyes. “What do you mean? You praised me a moment ago, and punished me in the next second.

Xia Jinyuan started to grin. He is a man who knows how to hold back. Even her pleasant smile seemed very light. In the evening, with his refreshing smile, he said, “You are only fourteen years old, not forty. Relax and don't get too cold in your eyes. Fourteen years old is a dreamy and wonderful time.”

“Captain Xia, I assume that it was a wonderful and wonderful time for you when you were fourteen years old. There are no cold stares in your eyes, but at least you seem unapproachable.” Ye Jian paid back the very mysterious man with the same coin. He became a Major at the age of twenty, could he be having fun at the age of fourteen?

Is possible?

…

Thinking back to when she was fourteen, Xia Jinyuan knew better than to keep talking.

He was facing a smart girl. The less he spoke, the better. Otherwise, his words might upset him, making him hurt.

"Come here." He waved at a soldier who was waiting for instructions beside him. "Send this student to the New Recruitment Camp."

No wonder his parents and grandfather complained that he had a sore neck when he was fourteen!

At the age of twenty, he met fourteen-year-old Ye Jian, which also gave him a headache.

After she boarded a vehicle escorting criminal suspects back to the city, Xia Jinyuan made a phone call to Beijing.

In a heavily guarded old and modest military courtyard, whose exterior was surrounded by Boston vines, a security guard answered the phone.

After exchanging pleasantries, he ran up and knocked on the door gently.

"Supreme Commander, this is a call from the Major, he said there is something urgent to report to you."

Normally, Commander Xia had already slept at half-ten p.m. When he heard the news, he suddenly got up from his bed. The boy rarely called him. Did something happen to him in the army?

"What's wrong?!" as he spoke, he heard an unexpected speech from the other side, "Sorry, old man, I suddenly felt that I had a headache for you when I was fourteen."

…

Commander Xia resisted his urge to destroy the phone. The boy worried her for no reason!

“You brat! Just wait!”

“Parents, greet grandfather for me. One more thing, good night!” Xia Jinyuan hung up the phone with a smile on her face. Judging from Commander Xia's energetic voice, he was definitely in good shape.

What a bad boy! Does he suffer from insomnia? I had to make a phone call to increase his workload and cure his silliness!

Beeped. Beeped. As a busy tone rang out from the phone, Commander Xia cursed at him again, but with a smile on his face.