When Rong Zhaonan heard her call someone a goose, a hint of a smile flashed in his cool eyes: "I'm from the Martial Arts University compound, and he's from the Literature University compound. However, he's thirteen years old, and his whole family was sent back to Shanghai. His family is from Shanghai."
He said a few words casually.
Ning Yuan instantly understood—they were all children of high-ranking officials, but they were divided into those who studied literature and those who studied martial arts.
Wuhan University Compounds – Compounds of various military regions.
The Cultural Academy—comprising various departments such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, the Ministry of Education, and the Ministry of Trade and Industry.
These two types of kids who grew up in big compounds didn't really think much of each other.
The boys who grew up in the Wuhan University compound look down on the boys from the Literature and Art University compound for "pretending" to be cultured, calling them "stinking intellectuals" and hypocrites!
The boys who grew up in the Wenda compound looked down on the boys from the Wuda compound, calling them "rude," "brainless," and all they knew was fighting!
Ning Yuan listened with great satisfaction to gossip she would never have heard in her past life, and looked up at Rong Zhaonan standing on the big persimmon tree.
He seemed to be weighing whether or not to continue climbing.
She eyed the persimmons hanging like little lanterns beside the man, and waved with a smile: "Comrade Rong Zhaonan, give me a few fresh persimmons."
Rong Zhaonan bent his knees and leaped into the air again, hooking his hand with one hand, nimbly and casually jumping to the higher treetop, before glancing at her indifferently.
The cold wind ruffled his hair and white shirt, reminding Ning Yuan of the movie "Assassin's Creed" she had seen in her past life.
The medieval European assassins in the story are all experts in extreme sports, climbing towering towers and cities, and scaling walls as if walking on flat ground.
Unexpectedly, Rong Zhaonan is also a master. This young man is standing on the top of a high tree.
Like the top assassins in movies, a leap is a cool and stylish leap of faith!
Ning Yuan was momentarily stunned, and then—
"Snap!" A soft, juicy red persimmon... bloomed on her face with a cool and stylish flourish.
Ning Yuan got smeared all over her face: "Damn it..."
The juice ran all over her face; it was sweet and sticky. The worst part was that even though it was a soft persimmon, it still hurt her face when it hit her!
"What are you doing? Are you sick?!" Ning Yuan hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her face.
Rong Zhaonan's cold voice rang out from high in the tree: "What's wrong? Didn't you want persimmons? Why are you so difficult to please?"
Ning Yuan was furious. With her sticky little face upturned, she shouted angrily, "Rong Zhaonan, get down here!"
Is this how she asks for persimmons? If the persimmons fall down, what's the point of eating them?
But he still had a few persimmons tossing in his hand, and said casually, "How am I supposed to pick them for you? Don't you want to eat them? I'll feed you."
Ning Yuan's pupils dilated, and she saw several soft persimmons flying towards her.
Just like a bombing raid!
"Rong Zhaonan, you bastard, how childish! Are you a primary school student? You're too old for this kind of thing!"
Ning Yuan screamed and ran around the yard, trying to avoid the soft persimmons he threw at her!
Ah Hei and Ah Bai had already taken refuge in their little house to avoid the air raids.
Every time Ning Yuan tried to run into the house, a persimmon-shaped cannonball would land precisely in front of her, forcing her to turn back.
Seeing the petite girl running around in the yard and almost getting hit, he jumped up and started cursing, even planning to pick up a rotten persimmon and throw it at her.
Anger and panic flew together, just like a disheveled, lively, and adorable rabbit.
Rong Zhaonan smiled slightly at the corners of his thin red lips. "Hmm, I feel better now that I've exhaled all that."
...
When Ning Yuan angrily went to take a shower, covered in persimmon juice, with half a persimmon still hanging from her head, Rong Zhaonan jumped down from the tree carrying seven or eight plump persimmons.
Grandpa Tang stood under the eaves watching him, utterly speechless: "Xiao Nan, are you getting more and more regressive as you get older? Bullying a young girl like that, what are you doing!"
That kid did it on purpose. With his aim, how could he miss and force people to run around!
Now he's even picked persimmons for them, how can Xiao Ning possibly accept his kindness?
Rong Zhaonan coughed lightly and put down the persimmon: "It's just a persimmon fight, these persimmons aren't for her to eat."
Grandma Xia stormed out, carrying a dustpan and broom—
"I think that brat is sick in the head. He wasted perfectly good fruit and made a mess of the yard, making it sticky and attracting bugs everywhere. You little bastard deserve a beating!"
After saying that, she grabbed the broom and went straight for Rong Zhaonan's backside!
Rong Zhaonan hissed softly after being hit, then nimbly dodged: "I only smashed rotten persimmons that are inedible. I'll sweep the yard!"
"Sweep your ass! You're so tough, you'll be climbing on the roof if you're not disciplined for three days. You've got guts, now you're even hitting people with rotten persimmons. Are you planning to start a fight over shit next time? You deserve a beating!"
Grandma Xia cursed and swore, then nimbly wielded a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, rushing towards his backside.
She completely forgot that she and Ning Yuan also had a "poop fight" when they first met.
Rong Zhaonan: "..."
This time, he was chased all over the yard and was pulled out of the door.
"You brat, run away! If you've got the guts, don't come back! With your brain that's no bigger than three years old, you're just waiting for your wife to be stolen away by someone else!!"
Grandma Xia, panting heavily, waved her broom and cursed in the street.
If a child is disobedient, he deserves a good spanking. If one spanking isn't enough, another one will do the trick!
This was the first time in Rong Zhaonan's life that he had been called brainless. He snorted coldly, dusted off his sleeves, and left.
These two old folks only know how to protect that little spy, but they don't even think about how their wives feel, looking like they're afraid he'll get close!
He was afraid that if he didn't find a chance to teach her a lesson and vent his anger, he might end up having sex with her in the middle of the night and it would affect her college entrance exam.
...
Rong Zhaonan went to another courtyard not far from the county government.
At dusk, the sun dipped below the horizon at the doorway.
Two passersby, seemingly chatting, and two street sweepers stood outside the courtyard gate, all raising their sharp eyes to glance at him.
Upon seeing it was him, he went back to work.
Rong Zhaonan entered the courtyard, and some people in cadre uniforms came and went, but no one stopped him.
He made his way to the backyard without incident, where he could hear the beeping of a telegraph machine.
Two people came out of the room. One was a tall man named Chen Chen, and the other was Lao Xu, whom they had met before who was supposed to help Ning Yuan deliver goods.
The two of them instinctively stood up straight upon seeing him: "Captain!"
Rong Zhaonan nodded to Lao Xu: "Let's go to your office."
Old Xu led Rong Zhaonan to his office, and the three of them sat down.
Chen Chen poured Rong Zhaonan a cup of tea: "I've investigated. Qin Hongxing contacted the Ning family, which led to the incident in Sitang Village. Now that you've 'disappeared' from the village, Qin Hongxing has used his connections to find you and your sister-in-law. My old leader also called me."
If Qin Hongxing's family really helps her investigate, they'll probably trace it back to the county level very soon.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at him: "You sold me out?"
Chen Chen immediately shook his head vigorously: "I'd have to be crazy to betray the captain!"
Rong Zhaonan said coolly, "You don't need to worry about the old man's side. As for Qin Hongxing's side, cut off her way of investigating people."
He narrowed his long, narrow eyes: "By the way, teach Qin Hongxing a lesson and tell her to go back to the capital and behave herself. I hate tactless people the most."
Chen Chen nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
This matter is temporarily settled.
Rong Zhaonan noticed that Lao Xu's expression was off: "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
Old Xu frowned: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Your reinstatement order was suppressed; it wasn't issued by your former superior."
He paused for a moment, then said, "But the old leader hasn't said anything either. I'm afraid he's angry because you're not going back to Beijing, and he's unwilling to get involved in this matter."
In that case, even if Captain Rong regains his due benefits, he will be an idle person even if he returns to the team.
A mocking sneer appeared on Rong Zhaonan's handsome face: "Whatever, I never intended to return to the team and resume my duties right now."
Trying to threaten him? He hates being threatened more than anything in his life, especially by the old man!
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