Of the four generals in the military region, two have left, leaving only Meng Xiuyuan and Duanmu Chun. As far as Fang Rong knows, Meng Xiuyuan is a womanizer who leaves his mark everywhere, commonly known as a "central air conditioner," warm to everyone.

Fang Rong still feels lingering fear, having almost fallen into his trap of gentleness. This guy is too cunning; she couldn't handle him.

He had met Duanmu Chun once before; he was the old man's grandson, the young man who was caught stealing vegetables that day.

Luckily, he went to steal vegetables, otherwise he wouldn't have met Duanmu Chun and the old man.

Speaking of which, he was quite curious about the weaknesses of these two people. Xu Hongrui's weakness was Li Wenyang, and Little Snake King's was Bazaar. So what about Meng Xiuyuan and Duanmu Chun's weaknesses?

It is said that both of them are eligible bachelors. Although they usually speak sarcastically and can't stand each other, one is the playboy type and the other is the ascetic type. Their personalities are seriously incompatible, so it would be strange if they could get together.

However, since they are from the same military region and live in the same place, there will inevitably be some friction.

The two rarely agreed on political matters. If one of them agreed, the other would definitely disagree. It would be easy to manipulate them if they wanted to. They could simply tell Duanmu Chun that Meng Xiuyuan had agreed, and Duanmu Chun would definitely disagree. However, neither of them were fools and would not easily believe such a thing.

So this trick still doesn't work.

The person first went to Duanmu Chun's dormitory. It was the middle of the night, and everyone has their own little schemes to play around with, so it's understandable that they stay up until three or four in the morning. What's wrong with Duanmu Chun staying up so late at night?

Under the moonlight, the person's personal computer glowed with a faint blue light, and a figure floated on it.

Duanmu Chun was wearing pajamas, his bathrobe open, a stark contrast to his usual rigid demeanor. He seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair still wet, as he was hunched over the table writing documents.

I don't know what he was writing, it seemed to be very mentally taxing. He wrote and stopped, then erased and rewrote, repeatedly trying to write a complete piece, but he still finished it meticulously.

His hands were steady, and his handwriting was neat and beautiful, like small regular script, regular and clear.

He was alone in the room, where the light was warm. Not far away was a photo of him and his grandfather. His grandfather was always smiling and not very serious, while Duanmu Chun, even when taking a photo, properly saluted.

The clock on the wall kept ticking, and time slipped away second by second. In the quiet environment, the only sound was the pen scratching across the paper. Duanmu Chun didn't even move his posture once, and kept writing in this position for nearly half an hour.

The night wind blew, the trees in the yard rustled, and unknown birds and insects chirped. Fang Rong swayed her legs, exhausted after squatting for more than half an hour.

However, that person seemed to enjoy watching such a boring scene, even though Duanmu Chun did nothing, did not take off his clothes or take a bath, so where exactly did he like to be?

Is it just a matter of different personal tastes?

Duanmu Chun is indeed handsome, a rare type of lightning-type, and his martial prowess should not be underestimated.

Perhaps time was running out, for the person finally reluctantly put away the personal terminal and the buttons on the wall, turned and left, and Duanmu Chun did not react at all throughout the entire process.

With the window wide open, Duanmu Chun inside seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile that was hard to decipher.

It's a pity that person missed this sight, otherwise they would have been squatting for a long time.

The next house will most likely belong to Meng Xiuyuan. Speaking of which, the people in the military region are really messed up. They don't sleep in the middle of the night, and Meng Xiuyuan's window light is even on.

Clearly, this guy didn't have the same perseverance as Duanmu Chun. He propped his head up and nodded every now and then, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, so he was probably very sleepy, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

"That grandson of Duanmu must be staying up all night too. Hang in there, it'll be finished soon."

He wrote the plan to conquer the forest. As the wise one among the four generals, he always had to share the burden and solve the problems for the marshal. The key thing is that the marshal also likes to put pressure on him, and each time he makes him and Duanmu Chun write one.

If his writing is excellent, we'll use his; if Duanmu Chun's writing is excellent, we'll use Duanmu Chun's. Isn't this just trying to make them compete?

Meng Xiuyuan was strong-willed and would never admit defeat.

Bang!

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed onto the table, but soon sat up again, his eyes closed and his right hand waving. This guy was actually sleepwalking and still thinking about writing a proposal; he was really going all out.

Indeed, you can know a person's face but not their heart. People have three or five sides: one when they are at work, another when they are at home, another when they are with their family, and another when they are with their lover.

In Fang Rong's eyes, Meng Xiuyuan was quite dignified, but she never expected him to have such a cute side in private.

He gritted his teeth and cursed Duanmu Chun's grandson with hatred, saying that he was sleepwalking and writing even though he was asleep.

However, what he wrote was not good; he had already begun discussing the next attack plan.

According to what he wrote, they will use something called sonar, which is similar to radiation, to deploy in the forest. The animals in the forest will be disturbed and exposed to radiation day and night by the sonar, causing them to develop various diseases and even die, forcing them to move away.

That's ruthless!