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The unfortunate Lancer was ridiculed by the military doctor Neil, who was also an alumnus.

The handsome young man in a white coat had no scruples about the nurse present, and while throwing a medicine bottle at Lancer on the hospital bed, she taunted: "Aside from being hurt by men all these years, this is the first time I see you come here because of training. Me! Holding you to practice martial arts? Our commander is really admirable!"

Lancer, who was leaning against the bed rail, picked up the vial that fell on him, unscrewed the cap with difficulty, shook out a few pills, and swallowed dryly.After finishing all this, Lancer only had the strength to return a resentful look from the other party. The unbearable nurse handed Lancer a glass of water. Lancer thanked and took the glass, took a sip and lay down, and then fell into sleep because of fatigue .

Neal picked up the pill bottle.The nurse accidentally glanced at it and found that there was no mark on the bottle.

Half a month later, rumors spread throughout the military that the newly appointed commander was not compatible with Lan Meiren.Ironically, it was rumored that the previous commander was transferred because of his entanglement with Lan Meiren.

Lancer gradually adapted to the physical training. Although the fate of the crane tail did not change, at least he did not go to the infirmary to report again.It's just that Lancer pushed a lot of invitations, and sometimes some officers would pester him privately.

Winston had just bumped into one of them.

To say that there are not a few officers who can suppress Lancer in the official position, Winster originally thought that this young man had no choice but to see two people at the corner, Lancer leaning against the wall and hugging the neck of the tall and strong officer in front of him affectionately, A few words of flirting calmed the officer's emotions.Winston didn't take a step to break his position of listening to the corner for a moment. Lancer said witty words with a rare standard capital accent, complaining about the current training, but he didn't slander or instigate.

Winston heard a few curses from his subordinates, Lancer laughed, and then Winston only heard the sound of panting and sticky water, and turned away silently.

The news from the front line was not optimistic. Winster stayed away from the battlefield and stayed in the reserve force for more than a month, feeling depressed.

At night, the insomniac Mr. Commander was running circles on the training ground, and the searchlight on the lighthouse in the distance was slowly circling.There were some unusual sounds from the night wind, and Winster unexpectedly saw the two entangled in the grass.Under the night, a intermittent breathing set off the dead silence in a corner of the training ground.

A figure sprang up, and with the faint light of the searchlight shining into the distance, Winster couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he had identified three or two names based on his figure.The man who fled in embarrassment left his lover behind.

Winston turned his eyes back from the deserter who had merged into the night, and the searchlight swept across at a constant speed. Winston only saw this thin man put on his clothes unhurriedly, looked up at himself, and then the corners of his mouth raised and he fell into the dark for a moment. smile.

This person is Lancer.

Winston couldn't help clenching his fists.

Lancer, who was unaware of the opponent's anger, stood up and left calmly.

Winston had an urge to stop the young man from questioning and reprimanding, but he couldn't take a step or make a sound.

From the perspective of regulations, this matter is actually not that serious, and Winster doesn't know what answer he wants to get from the other party.

The coolness of the autumn night pierces the bones.

Before the meeting the next morning, several military officers were leaning on the window sill and chatting. When Winston opened the door, he heard a voice mockingly saying, "His delirious appearance is a hundred times more attractive than usual..." Winston raised his eyes, The silent officer was identified as one of last night's suspects.

Winster's iceberg face made everyone in the room tremble today, Lancer yawned and pushed the door open in the strange atmosphere.

Most people in today's meeting were sitting on pins and needles, Andrew cast a searching look at Lancer, Lancer shrugged and put aside his abnormal relationship with the commander.

After the fighting training in the afternoon, Winster coldly ordered Lancer to stay: "I'll review your training results this month." It was rare for Lancer to pretend to be pitiful without his shoulders slumped, and he looked up at Winster. , nodded seriously in response.

At first, more than a dozen soldiers stayed to watch.Lancer, who is thin and thin, is of course not a powerful type. In the competition with a strong warrior like Winster, he avoided many killer moves by relying on his agility and strategy, and survived a few rounds.

Gradually, the soldiers onlookers realized that something was wrong. There was a depressing atmosphere on the training ground, and those who were interested left one after another. When the setting sun shone the rays of the sun and approached the training ground, only Lancer, who was powerless and stubborn, were left in the empty hall. Winster.

During the period, Lancer was beaten to the ground several times, but was forced to stand up by Winster.The other party's eyes were burning with unknown anger, and Lancer didn't find an excuse to shirk it.

Suddenly, Lancer was tripped again, and his sweaty clothes felt cold against his back. Lancer, who was lying on the ground, was gasping for mercy, and couldn't bear to beg for mercy: "No more beatings, no more beatings! I'm starving to death. Mr. Colonel, you are a bully!" Ah!" Winston paused.

Lancer raised his trembling arm and breathed unsteadily, "Give me a hand." Winster obediently bent down to hold that hand in a trance, but was pulled down by a sudden force and fell on the ground. on Lancer.Unable to react, Winston supported the slightly cool wooden floor with his hands, and a strange warm breath came over his face, and the clear voice echoed in his ears with pride and joy: "Take you down! Ha, Colonel, I have won!"

Winston took a deep breath, pinched the man's chin and pressed his smiling lips hard.

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