Chapter 321 A fleeting glance, and they both understood. Jiang Yan, standing a little distance away, frowned almost imperceptibly.
His perspective was completely different from that of the soldiers around him who were swayed by their emotions; his calmness was almost instinctive.
While others were marveling at or disdaining the new instructor's excessively handsome face, Jiang Yan's gaze fell on the more subtle details.
His hands. His hands were clean with distinct joints, but his knuckles were covered with a thick but smooth layer of calluses. These were not rough calluses from doing hard labor, but rather calluses that had accumulated from years of high-intensity striking and gripping training, resulting in repeated skin damage and healing.
What made Jiang Yan's heart skip a beat was the young instructor's seemingly casual standing posture from the moment he got off the bus until now.
Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lower your center of gravity slightly, relax your shoulders, and let your hands hang naturally at your sides.
This is a perfect fighting stance, capable of unleashing the fastest attack in any direction or making the most effective dodge in any fraction of a second.
His eyes appeared to be looking straight ahead, but his peripheral vision covered the entire fan-shaped area; this was a fighting instinct ingrained in his very bones.
This isn't a skill developed through training; it's an instinct etched into your bones after surviving countless life-or-death battles.
For the first time, Jiang Yan's heart was truly stirred.
He always believed that he was the strongest in the Third Battalion, both in tactical command and individual combat.
But in front of this man, who might even be around his own age, he felt a powerful sense of oppression for the first time—the competitive desire for power between males.
Jiang Yan slowly shifted his gaze from the new instructor, the inexplicable pressure in his heart causing him to subconsciously drift towards the direction where Su An was.
However, the moment his gaze fell upon Su An, he keenly sensed something was amiss.
Su An... was too calm.
Faced with such a powerful and suffocating man, even the most carefree female soldiers, including Wang Xiaoya, showed visible shock and bewilderment.
The male soldiers, on the other hand, all had their necks stiffened, their faces full of defiance and provocation.
Su An, however, showed no outward emotion.
Jiang Yan could read a slight emotional fluctuation from her slightly clenched fist.
At that moment, in the crowd, Su Tang's pupils contracted sharply the instant that figure stepped out of the jeep and turned around, as if the whole world had been muted.
Time, space, and everything around us were rapidly receding, leaving only that familiar, unforgettable figure.
Qin Ye?
What is he doing here?!
Su Tang's mind went blank for a moment, and her heart started racing uncontrollably. She blinked, almost thinking she was hallucinating from exhaustion.
Didn't he say... he was going to carry out a long-term classified mission?
Didn't he say... that the conditions there are very harsh, and that it might be impossible to communicate with the outside world for a long time?
The ink on the letter seemed barely dry, and the words "Tangtang, wait for me" still echoed in her mind. Yet, the person who wrote the letter appeared before her without warning in such an unexpected way.
He became her...new instructor?
Did he know I was here? Or... is this just a coincidence?
But here, she is not Su Tang, but Su An.
Su Tang took a deep breath, suppressing her thoughts and doubts, and gradually pushing them back to the deepest part of her heart.
She could feel Wang Xiaoya excitedly grabbing her arm and shaking it, stammering and saying something unintelligible.
But she wouldn't listen to anything.
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