Coincidentally, when Shang Yan and Zhou Ping arrived at the training camp, the new recruits were undergoing intensive training and were engaged in a fierce battle with the Masked Squad.
A bullet that accidentally went off flew towards Shang Yan, but Zhou Ping stepped in front of him, and the bullet was shredded into dust by the sword intent emanating from Zhou Ping's body.
Explosions were all around. Seeing Zhou Ping tense up, Shang Yan reached out and tugged at his hand. "Relax, it's just a small explosion. It definitely won't hurt me."
"They're locked in a fierce battle right now, and the outcome is still undecided. You'll probably have to wait a bit," Yuan Gang, who was leading the way, said, his gaze lingering for a moment on the clasped hands of Shang Yan and Zhou Ping.
The two "human ceilings" that the higher-ups brought this time seem to have a pretty good relationship.
“We have plenty of time, we can wait,” Shang Yan smiled at Yuan Gang. “By the way, Instructor Yuan, can we just stand by and watch? We definitely won’t disturb them.”
Waiting here is boring, so Shang Yan wants to take a look.
“Sure, do you two have any other requests?” Yuan Gang nodded.
Shang Yan pondered for a moment, his expression somewhat serious. Coupled with Zhou Ping, who remained expressionless and head bowed beside him, they inexplicably created an invisible pressure.
Just when Yuan Gang thought Shang Yan was about to say something important.
Shang Yan scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Could you prepare some drinks and food for the two of us? If possible, could you also bring two meals? We just arrived and haven't had a chance to eat yet."
Yuan Gang: ...
Seeing that Yuan Gang was silent, Zhou Ping, who had been keeping his head down, reached out and tugged at Shang Yan's hand.
This is too much trouble for them. Giving them just two ingredients would be enough. If all else fails, we can eat out...
"No problem, is there anything else you need?" He was surprised that the two of them hadn't eaten, so he was determined to treat them properly.
"That's all, that's all for now." Shang Yan thought for a while and felt there was nothing else he could ask for.
After the drinks and melon seeds were handed over, Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping and flew into the sky to watch the battle from above.
After opening a can of Coke and handing it to Zhou Ping, Shang Yan watched intently, "Zhou Ping, who do you think will win?"
He leaned his head on the shoulder of the person next to him, his gaze fixed on Lin Qiye's figure on the field.
He was running into the armory to get weapons when Baili Tuming followed closely behind.
"Hmm... the recruits' teamwork is pretty good, and the Masked Squad is quite strong too," Zhou Ping commented seriously. "The guy with the knife hasn't made a move yet."
He was referring to a man wearing a mask with the character "王" (king) on it. That man and several other team members were now surrounded by new recruits, and countless bullets were raining down on them.
"His name is Wang Mian, and he's the person we're looking for." Shang Yan recognized him immediately because of his distinctive features.
He gestured with his hand, "Hey, he's quite tall."
He has an upright posture and a tall, graceful figure.
Zhou Ping tightened his grip on Shang Yan's waist, "...Yan Yan, me too..."
"He's drawn his sword. Is this the power of time?" Shang Yan took the cola from Zhou Ping's hand and took two big gulps. "Very strong. This strike must have eliminated quite a few people."
After he finished speaking, the person holding the black knife Yi Yuan suddenly looked up at the sky.
"Captain, why are you looking at the sky? The weather is really nice today. We should enjoy it after we finish the game," Whirlpool said with a laugh.
"Someone is watching us." Wang Mian paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.
"This is during recruit training, it's normal for people to be watching us, right? Hey, Captain, wait for us..."
A new round of fighting began. Shang Yan sat next to Zhou Ping and counted on his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five... There are still two people missing. There are still two of them who haven't gone on stage yet."
The sky was peaceful, but the battle on the ground was raging. While Shang Yan and Zhou Ping were talking, Lin Qiye had already clashed with Wang Mian.
Their moves were back and forth, and Shang Yan watched with great interest.
"Lin Qiye is going to win," Zhou Ping suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Just as he had said, the next moment Lin Qiye's blade fell, and Wang Mian's mask was cut off.
"Great! They're done fighting. It looks like they'll be serving lunch soon. Let's go to the cafeteria and wait there!" Shang Yan excitedly pulled Zhou Ping away, heading straight for the cafeteria.
...
"Good heavens, this is all we get to eat!" It's just congee, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables, with barely any pickled vegetables at all.
What's the difference between this and being an ascetic?
"Brother Qiye, look!" Baili Tuming pointed to the table where the Masked Squad was sitting. The table was full of delicious dishes, which was in stark contrast to the new recruits' table.
“Uh…” Lin Qiye looked in the direction he pointed and saw not only the members of the Masked Squad, but also Shang Yan, who was eating happily, and Zhou Ping, who was restrained and only drinking porridge with his head down.
Shang Yan noticed Lin Qiye's gaze, gave him a big laugh, and waved.
"Hey? Brother Qiye, that person over there seems to know you," Baili Tuming nudged Lin Qiye's arm with his elbow.
"Qi Ye, want to eat something together?" Wang Mian called out to Lin Qi Ye.
Then……
Lin Qiye sat down at the table where the Masked Squad was located.
"Eat more, Qiye. Sister Hongying told me to look after you," Shangyan said, pushing a plate of braised pork towards him as he sat down.
Lin Qiye looked at the extra bowl of meat in front of him, thanked him first, and then looked up and asked, "Brother Shangyan, what are you doing here?"
"Someone asked me to come find Wang Mian, so I came. Zhou Ping was worried about me, so he came with me." At this moment, Shang Yan snatched a piece of meat from under the swirling chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.
The dishes were really to his liking. Seeing that Zhou Ping hadn't touched his chopsticks yet, Shang Yan waved to the chef standing behind him, "Chef, could you bring two more dishes? My wife hasn't eaten yet!"
"Okay!" the chef in the kitchen quickly replied.
Instructor Yuan said that these two people who came here should be treated to good food and drink.
Noticing the gazes of those around him, Zhou Ping lowered his head even further.
Wang Mian was somewhat puzzled, "Looking for me? What do you want with me?"
Shang Yan swallowed a mouthful of porridge and looked at the person in front of him who looked mature but whose voice was completely different.
He immediately established an identity for himself, saying, "The problem was caused by your use of your abilities. I am the most powerful healer within a thousand miles. There is no one I cannot cure."
Wang Mian's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. "Really?"
"No, Captain, you actually believe that?" Whirlpool took a bite of food and glanced at Shang Yan, who was trying to steal his food.
This doesn't seem reliable at all. It seems the quiet person next to him is more reliable.
"Is what he said true?" asked Yue Gui, who was sitting next to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping nodded honestly, then shook his head.
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