Ye Lang of Rebirth

The guests and hosts had a good time, the music ended, and what was left was a mess all over the ground, and a quiet night sky dotted with sporadic lights.

Ye Lang is drunk...

For an unconscious person who can get drunk after drinking a few cans of beer with an alcohol content of only 3%, drinking a few glasses of vintage wine without getting drunk... no wonder!

Unprepared, Ye Lang stretched his limbs, was rudely woken up by Ye Fan, and drank a bowl of strange sobering soup in a daze.

Ye Lang, who was staggering and unsteady like a seriously ill patient, walked into the bathroom in a hurry, lay down in the bathtub filled with warm water, and fell asleep...

Until the water temperature turned cold, a drunkard who was sleeping uncomfortably blinked his slender eyelashes covered in mist, avoiding the strange news that Ye Lang, one of the four tyrants in the capital, drowned in his own bathtub after getting drunk~

The mirror carved with patterns on the sink was misty, and Ye Lang brushed it away with his hand, revealing a strange face inside.

"Who is this?" These were the words whispered by a certain reborn person who was so drunk and unconscious, stroking the eyebrows of the alluring young man in the mirror.

Immediately, tears welled up in the eyes of the boy in the mirror, and then crystal clear teardrops slid down his delicate side face...Ye Lang leaned against the cold thin tiles, squatted down slowly, buried his head in his delicate knees, tearing All pretense, silent whimpering...

The sounds of the soldiers practicing outside the retro small western-style building were very loud and orderly, but the room was still quiet, except for the slight snoring of a certain boy, and then this kind of silence continued...continued.

The sound of keys turning came from outside the door, and the key ring on the index finger of Ye Fan, who had gained experience, rattled.He looked at Ye Lang who was asleep with his head covered, and raised his sharp long eyebrows. He didn't have the slightest thought of caring for his young, cute and well-behaved brother. He grabbed a corner of the quilt with his long hands and just pulled it hard!

Ye Lang's slender body rolled a few times along with Ye Fan's strength, and the mountain collapsed in front of him indifferently...

Today's method didn't work!

Ye Fan pursed his thin lips, and then spit out a sentence, the voice was very soft, it seemed to be just whispering to himself, "It's time to eat!"

Ye Lang, who exposed half of his white and flat belly on the bed, sat up abruptly, turned his head and stared at Ye Fan with piercing eyes.

"If you don't get up soon, breakfast will probably be eaten." A certain evil brother added fuel to the fire, without the slightest sense of guilt for cheating foodies.

Ye Lang didn't realize that he was deceived, and rushed to the bathroom, not forgetting to shout, "Brother, save some for me!"

Ye Fan, who was about to retire after success, walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back...

Breakfast time is over...

Ye Fan grabbed Ye Lang who was about to go away and maybe go back to catch up on sleep, with a serious face, "Clean up, we are going to a training camp this afternoon."

"Ah."

A certain person looked innocent, and didn't understand why my elder brother was so serious about it.

Ye Fan twitched his eyebrows, looked at Ye Lang sympathetically, said no more, turned and went upstairs to pack his things.

According to the ancient teaching, when things go wrong, there must be demons!

Ye Lang yawned and went back to catch up on sleep...

Therefore, it is impossible to live by committing sins.

Ye Lang really regretted it. He didn't listen to Ye Fan's words, so that he forgot the most important...snacks in a hurry.

In the afternoon, a military jeep left with a car full of youths whose blood was just surging. There were many unfamiliar faces in the car, obviously not from the compound.Everyone gathered into a small group, with distinct factions.

Ye Fan is naturally the leader of the faction in the compound, while Ye Lang... was left behind a group of people, independent of the two major factions, yawning.

The road became more and more remote, the car became more and more bumpy, and Ye Lang slept more and more soundly.

Traveling to a barren mountain, a group of teenagers were driven out of the car, including the sleepy Ye Lang.

The few teenagers who were born in front of them talked a lot, but the teenagers in the courtyard were obviously prepared, they were as immobile as a mountain, and the gap was obvious.

"Little bastards," a burly man wearing stylish sunglasses poked his head out of the car window, "Pampered little devils, now, you are going to meet the first test."

"Did you see it!? Across this small slope is our training base." The man pointed to an unknown place in the distance.

Yang Guang patted the metal casing of the jeep camouflage, and said with a smile, "This guy will maintain a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, and you, go by yourself."

"Yes." Ye Fan and others responded loudly, while another group of people led by a bronze-skinned person responded sparsely.

"Speak up, haven't you eaten yet?" the man said dissatisfiedly with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes."

This time, Yang Guang spit out the burnt cigarette butt, put his elbows on the window of the jeep and left in a calm manner.

A group of teenagers followed closely, and some of them were talking and laughing indifferently...

Yang Guang was clearly aware of the situation in the rearview mirror, and sneered. He put his long legs on the front window of the car, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This section of the road seems easy, but its bumpy appearance and generous sunshine in the blue sky undoubtedly make it more difficult.

After a while, everyone's faces were flushed, they were panting like cows, and they were sweating profusely. Some of them had already started to fall behind. As for some more serious rookies, their brand new shoes were grinning...

Ye Lang was undoubtedly... left behind, and he was at the end of the team. His performance undoubtedly gave some people a sense of comfort.

There was a layer of blush on Ye Lang's cheeks, and sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking the neckline of his white T-shirt, itching unbearably.

With Ye Lang's current progress, he can no longer see the person in front of him. Even though he is No.2 from the bottom, his legs are as heavy as lead, but he still lifts his feet with great effort, step by step forward.

His parents in the previous life told him, "The same journey, the same length, giving up and falling are two different concepts."

Ye Lang kept this sentence in mind, whether he was suffering from illness, or as he was doing now, his physical strength was rapidly exhausted.

Vision blurred, Ye Lang blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes, sweat dripped on the scorching ground, forming a cloud of water vapor.

Ye Lang pursed the corners of his mouth and thought mockingly... he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand!

When he was about to fall to the ground, the sound of a car's engine suddenly sounded in his ears, and Ye Lang turned his head hard to see that a Hummer was driving towards this side amidst the dust that was blowing up from the sky.

Ye Lang licked his dry and peeled lips, beckoning for help...

The window next to the driver's seat was opened, and the driver in regular military uniform asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Can you give me a ride to the base ahead?"

The soldier was in a dilemma, he turned his head to ask the people behind the car for instructions, and with a soft "um", Ye Lang was able to get into the car that looked like heaven.

"Dad!" Ye Lang exclaimed.

Ye Fan's stern face showed no expression at all, he lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand, and gave up his seat...

Ye Lang pounced, hugged his father's waist, and wiped the sweat from his face on Ye Fan's neat and clean military uniform without hesitation, he was almost moved to tears.

Ye Feng, the cold-faced hell king, stiffened his body, the original blame was stuck in his throat, he didn't know what to do!

In the end, Ye Feng closed the documents held high in his hands, and gave Ye Lang a bottle of water. (Are you worthy of your title, old man! You don’t even wear such a pet son!)

Ye Lang gulped down half of the bottle of water, licked the water stains on his lips for the last time, and smiled with peach blossom eyes.

Ye Feng looked at the surrounding scenery, "Why are you still here?" His father, who knew the inside story, looked at the place where Ye Lang and his group started, and frowned...

Looking through the car window, the wild flowers outside were shrunk by the sun to reduce the evaporation of water. Ye Lang blushed, "I'm falling behind," and then muttered, "Why does this place look familiar!"

silence……

Ye Feng looked at Ye Lang's slender and pale arms outside, "I need to exercise more in the future!"

"Yeah." This is Ye Lang who agreed like a chicken pecking at rice.

Soon, the Hummer arrived at the base, and Ye Lang got out of the car refreshed, looked at the stunned eyes, and smiled, "Hi everyone!"

Everyone: "..."

Ye Lang stood in the queue, and Ye Fan was beside him.

Ye Fan looked ahead and asked, "Is it Dad?"

"Ah."

The answer he got made Ye Fan vomit blood, they are brothers of the same father and mother!How do you feel that Ye Lang was born by his stepmother~~

"You are very powerful, so you don't need Dad's help." Ye Lang comforted the ugly Ye Fan.

Although Ye Fan felt a little weird, he still accepted it very usefully!

Yang Guang looked at all the rookies and shouted: "You barely pass!" Obviously Ye Lang was not included.

A group of hot-blooded teenagers who had been running to death were dissatisfied, and there was a whisper of discussion below.

"Why, don't you believe me!? Tell you, this journey is only the most basic part of military training. You are just a group of rookies now! Rookies must have the self-awareness of rookies!"

The discussion is getting louder...

"I might as well tell you that our current general, Ye Feng, has the shortest record for ten consecutive years of carrying a weight of 34 kilograms, [-] minutes and [-] seconds. Look at yourselves, it's just this distance, tsk tsk!"

Everyone was silent and blushed.

Ye Lang thought to himself, it turns out his father is so powerful!

"Next, your counselor, Mr. He, will arrange dormitories for you. Next, in a military posture, until Mr. He comes over." After finishing speaking, he hid in the shade of a tree.

Yang Guang was called to the office by Ye Feng...

The man stood up straight and saluted, "General."

Ye Feng nodded, with a poker face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, "Has today's training program changed?"

"No." Yang Guang scratched his head, not knowing why.

Ye Feng's expression was weird, which meant that Ye Lang was lost, how could he be so...cute!

The same unscrupulous father, who concealed his heart under the grim expression, burst out laughing.

……

About an hour later, Mr. He, who came late, apologized to everyone with a smile, and then efficiently expressed the current feelings of everyone, "Let's disband! Next, assign dormitories."

"Lin Zhao." The bronze-skinned boy replied loudly, "Dormitory 501."

"Yes."

"Ye Fan, dormitory 501."

"Ye Lang, dormitory 501."

"Jiang Wen, dormitory 501."

"..."

Ten minutes later, everyone headed to the dormitory with their assigned training uniforms and luggage.