Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 321 Supplement to the chapter about Zong Bufeng (4)

White light, through the top of the cherry blossom tree, the light turns soft pink through the petals.Zong Bufeng and Murong Lingji talked about their childhood, looking back on the past.

After a long time, Murong Ling couldn't resist the drowsiness, and lay crookedly on Zong Bufeng's chest.

Zong Bufeng gave her a pitiful look, and reached out to gently stroke Murong Lingji's beautiful hair.

He helped Murong Lingji up with very light movements, and then hugged her by the waist.

Murong Ling subconsciously grasped Zong Bufeng's collar with her small hands, her delicate little nose moved, smelling a familiar smell, and then leaned her head closer to Zong Bufeng's embrace.

Zong Bufeng held her firmly across the path and courtyard, and sent her back to his room.

The difference between Murong Lingji's room and Zong Bufeng's is not too big, both are simple.Zong Bufeng planned to decorate her well when he had free time, and decorate it in her own favorite style.

He carried Murong Lingji back to her own bed, and then helped her take off the little sandals she had been wearing all the time.

Zong Bufeng held those tender white feet, and said puzzledly: "This foot is not as big as my hand."

Then he covered Murong Lingji with the quilt again, seeing the cuteness of her slightly moving eyelashes, Zong Bufeng leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Good night." He whispered, then turned around and closed the door softly and walked out.

After a few minutes, there was no movement outside the door, and Murong Ling opened his eyes with slightly red cheeks.

"Damn brother, he still held his feet and watched for a long time!"

In the early morning of the next day, Zong Bufeng got up early to go to training.

When I was in the academy, that is, after Zong Bufeng and the others went to Moscow to perform missions, the classification school began. Like Murong Lingji, she is more proficient in battlefield staff and mechanical maintenance, like Zhu Shihao of Wuhan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd. who are purely pioneers .

But Zong Bufeng is different, he knows everything.
When he arrived at the training hall, Wang Liangdao had already come out wiping his sweat. Last night he got the news of Zong Bufeng's return, so he was not too surprised to see Zong Bufeng early in the morning.

He sat down on the steps and laughed.

"You do the preparatory activities, let's do it twice and let me test it."

Zong Bufeng shook his arm.

"Then you have to be careful, Brother Wang, I'm afraid of accidentally hurting you."

Wang Liangdao laughed loudly: "In the past two years, I have seen whether my hand skills have improved or not, but my mouth skills have been practiced."

Zong Bufeng gave him a blank look.

"My mouth is already very poisonous."

Wang Liangdao didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he waved his hand and asked him to go to the preparatory activities.

Zong Bufeng went crazy, and even worked harder when stretching.

After 10 minutes, Wang Liangdao walked in with clenched fists and grinning.

"Boy, I want to show you how miserable the fate of talking big is!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Liangdao preemptively struck out with a punch.

Zong Bufeng was already prepared. When Wang Liangdao punched, he raised his arm to block, but Wang Liangdao's punch hit his forearm directly.

Zong Bufeng took two steps back, the burning pain in his forearm made him realize that the man in front of him was still so powerful.

"Huh?" Wang Liangdao grinned. "I'm afraid."

Zong Bufeng shook the forearm that had just been hit, and roared: "Come again!"

This time, he dodged it first, and raised it from an extremely tricky angle.

Wang Liangdao's eyes lit up: "Beautiful!" Then he raised his thigh to push away Zong Bufeng's kick.

Zong Bufeng was waiting for this opportunity, and the iron fist hidden in his waist and abdomen struck out instantly.

Wang Liangdao couldn't dodge, so he could only block it with his arms.

This time, it was Zong Bufeng who was bounced away, but Wang Liangdao was still shocked, because the strength of Zong Bufeng's punch just now, as well as his previous thoughts, were beyond his expectation.

"Okay, boy, I underestimated you."

Zong Bufeng licked his lips. "Hmph, come on!"

The two fought back and forth in the training room for dozens of rounds. Of course, in most cases, Zong Bufeng couldn't take much advantage.

But Zong Bufeng now is completely different from when he left two years ago!

This is Wang Liangdao's most intuitive feeling.In front of him, the big boy whom he had watched grow up, finally became stronger.

Finally, Wang Liangdao withdrew his hand. "Okay, the inspection passed."

He walked over and patted Zong Bufeng on the shoulder, his eyes filled with relief.

Zong Bufeng scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay, you don't want to train today. When your grandfather came back last night, he heard that you were back. He wanted to go and see you in person, but he didn't want to disturb you. Now you go to the study Let him, report to him personally." Wang Liangdao said.

Zong Bufeng said goodbye to Wang Liangdao and went straight to the study.

When walking quickly to the door of Zong Haifeng's study, Zong Bufeng slowed down, and stopped in front of the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.
There was a knock on the door.

Zong Haifeng's voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Zong Bufeng pushed the door open with a sigh of relief and walked in.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Zong Haifeng was sitting on the table looking at the documents. The study was the same as it was two years ago, and there was still only one chair.

Hearing Zong Bufeng's voice, Zong Haifeng raised his head. Compared with two years ago, Zong Haifeng had more gray hair on his head, but even so, Mr. Zong looked more energetic than two years ago.

Zong Haifeng raised his eyebrows and smiled, put down the document in his hand and walked over.

He patted Zong Bufeng on the shoulder.

"Well, it's not thick, it's stronger, and it's grown taller. Not bad, not bad."

Zong Bufeng also secretly sighed when he said several good things from the mouth of the old Marshal Zong who hardly boasted. When he was in Siberia, the person who worried about him the most was always this unsmiling old man.

"That guy Zhang Ziyu compiled your performance in the academy for the past two years into a document for me." The old man continued.

Zong Bufeng was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Zhang Ziyu to be such a "dog-leg"!
The old man said: "To be honest, I didn't have much expectation for you to go to Amers Higher Engineering Academy. Do you think I don't know about the things you did in high school?"

Zong Bufeng stuck out his tongue: "So you still pay attention to my high school study life?"

Zong Haifeng snorted: "I know exactly what you and that boy Baihua did in high school, and how they usually behave in class."

Then he smiled gratifiedly: "At first, I was worried. I was worried that you would not be able to adapt to the high-intensity training there, and that you would be eliminated early. It's okay for me to be ashamed. The important thing is your future. Fortunately , you did not disappoint me. Everyone saw your hard work there. The bosses of the military region were still asking me about you a few days ago. They all knew that you had achieved results in the academy. Now Everyone treats you like a baby and prepares to grab you."

Zong Bufeng lowered his eyes.

"Actually, Grandpa, I have something I want to tell you."

Zong Haifeng said: "What's the matter?"

Zong Bufeng mustered up his courage: "I'm only 20 years old now, I'm still young, I don't want to join the army so early, now I seem to be using two years to prove myself, I hope you can give me these two years of freedom. "

After he finished speaking in one breath, his face flushed a little.

When he was in college, he practiced in the bathroom in front of the mirror countless times, but when he really said this to his grandfather, he was still so nervous inside.

Zong Haifeng took a deep look at him.

"Tell me your reasons."

Zong Bufeng calmed down with a long sigh of relief and said: "I need a chance, I...I am not willing to be resigned to my predetermined fate."

In the end, he still said what he had always wanted to say in front of Zong Haifeng.

More than a year ago, in Vladivostok, when the biggest conflict broke out between me and the man named Beimen Jueyi, the man expressed the most confused root of my heart in one word.

For more than a year, the desire in his heart has become stronger and stronger, and he needs a chance to explode.

Zong Haifeng paced back and sat back on the chair.

"We'll talk about this later."

Zong Bufeng was not disappointed either, because he knew that this would not be accomplished overnight.

Zong Haifeng picked up the document on the table, looked at it twice, and then put it down again.

"Tonight, come with me to the party."

Zong Bufeng asked: "What kind of party?"

Zong Haifeng said: "Admiral Liang Zhentian's daughter celebrates her birthday tonight. I mainly go to discuss some military affairs with General Liang. Besides, that little girl has been arguing to see you, so I will bring you to the party tonight." You go to participate."

Zong Bufeng nodded. Since his grandfather had spoken, he had no reason not to go.

"Oh, by the way, I heard you brought back a girl?" Zong Haifeng asked casually.

Zong Bufeng thought that Zong Haifeng had misunderstood something, so he quickly explained: "That's because I met a younger sister in the college. During the entrance exam, the two of us met in the forest, and I took care of her along the way."

Zong Haifeng waved his hand indifferently: "You just need to be careful about this matter. I have also read her information. Let's live in our house."

Zong Bufeng said in surprise, "Grandpa, you agree!"

After he came back, he was also thinking about Murong Lingji's affairs. If his grandfather disagreed, he could only find another way to accommodate her, but he didn't expect his grandfather to agree to Murong Lingji's stay so readily.

Zong Haifeng nodded, and then said: "Okay, go back and rest, I'll just have someone call you at night."

Zong Bufeng happily agreed and left the door.

Zong Haifeng sat on the chair, he dropped the document in his hand, looked at Zong Bufeng who was gradually going away, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"this boy"

After Zong Bufeng ate the meal prepared by the servant, he read in the room for a while, he checked the time, got up and went to Murong Lingji's room.

(End of this chapter)