Jiang Rong nodded and looked at him expectantly: "I heard that Mr. Shang is an honorary instructor at the First Military Academy. Do you know anything about this exam?"
Shang Shaoheng looked into the girl's sparkling eyes, took the black baseball cap from her hand, put it on her head, and laughed: "I won't tell you even if I know."
Jiang Rong: “??!”
She raised the brim of her hat and frowned: "Can't say anything at all?"
"There is one thing I can say." Shang Shaoheng leaned over slightly to look at her and smiled: "Your plane is about to take off."
Jiang Rong: “…”
Jiang Rong couldn't control his expression for a moment, and his face was full of "Shang Shaoheng, why don't you just die?"
Shang Shaoheng was quite pleased. He patted her on the head and said, "Do well in the exam."
Then he walked through another passage with Chi Er.
Jiang Rong was so angry that he wanted to perform a set of military boxing at his back.
Song Yanzhen approached cautiously: "Jiang Rong, the roll call has been made over there."
Jiang Rong nodded, and followed Song Yanzhen to take the roll call with an uneasy look on his face.
Not many people sign up for the additional test every year. There are only about twenty people at Yancheng Airport. The team leader is a sturdy man who introduced himself as a civilian worker in the admissions department of the First Military Academy.
But his bulging muscles didn't seem to be associated with a civilian job at all. Song Yanzhen whispered, "I think a fight between us would be 30-70."
Jiang Rong was surprised: "Are you so confident in yourself?"
Song Yanzhen touched his nose embarrassedly: "What I mean is, he hit me three times, and I hit him seven times."
Jiang Rong: “.”
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