Chen Yuanwu didn't expect to meet Jiang Yun as soon as he came back.
There are also photos that are as beautiful as stars.
For photos like this, it is best to sign "For Comrade So-and-so as a souvenir!" on the back and think about it on a quiet night.
How nice it would be if “Chen Yuanwu Huicun” was written on it!
He thought so, but didn't ask it out loud.
Jiang Yun first went to Jiang Yonghua's office to leave the photos he had just received, then took the test papers and notes and went to the small conference room.
When Chen Zhong heard Jiang Yonghua say that he had just returned from the hospital, he put down his work and came to visit Jiang Yun.
"Xiaojun? How are you? Can you take tutoring classes tomorrow?"
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "It's okay if you're only slightly injured and don't leave the front line!"
Chen Zhong laughed heartily. "Great! I'm relieved now that you say that!" He had someone report everything going on inside and outside the headquarters. "I heard the Propaganda Department mistook you for an arts soldier? Where's your photo? Let me see it!"
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Just look at me! Uncle Chen, do I look like a cultural soldier?"
Chen Zhong asked in return: "Then do you want to be a cultural soldier?"
Jiang Jun thought of his left throat, covered his mouth and laughed, shaking his head repeatedly.
Why can’t I be the omnipotent time-travel queen!
"Aside from wearing a skirt for photos," Jiang Jun couldn't stop laughing when he thought of his robot-like arms and legs and straight left throat, "none of my qualities meet the requirements of an arts soldier!"
Chen Zhong didn't quite believe it, but he didn't ask Jiang Yun to sing a few lines. After all, they weren't really recruiting soldiers right now. "So what kind of soldier do you want to be?"
Jiang Jun looked back at the door. Seeing she was alone with Chen Zhong in the small conference room, she boldly whispered, "I don't want to be a soldier. I want to be a commander!"
It would be nice to be able to control the world, but she doesn't want that as she will die quickly if she runs ahead!
Chen Zhong burst out laughing: "Okay, okay! I'm waiting for you to become the Grand Marshal!"
Jiang Yun suddenly remembered the joke. When she was in elementary school, her wish was to be a great man. After entering middle school, her wish was to be someone's wife. When she was in college, her wish was to be someone's teacher.
At her age, she should be the wife of the Grand Marshal. When the words came to her lips, she blurted out: "I want to be the Grand Marshal's teacher!"
Chen Zhong burst out laughing: "I thought you were going to be the Grand Marshal's wife!"
Jiang Jun wasn't embarrassed at all: "Hehe, the Grand Marshal is older than my dad, almost as old as my grandpa."
Chen Zhong laughed heartily. This little girl was so cute that he couldn't help but feel in a good mood: "The Grand Marshal didn't age when he was young!"
Jiang Jun laughed, "But, no young man wants to be the Grand Marshal."
Chen Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, of course. I've heard someone say he wants to be a Grand Marshal in the future!"
Jiang Jun tilted his head and said playfully, "Occasionally, one or two people might think about this, so I want to teach more people to think this way!"
Chen Zhong gave a thumbs up: "Okay, I'll wait for you to train a few great marshals!"
His son Xiao Wu wanted to be a marshal when he was young, but unfortunately he became weak and sickly. When he was studying in the capital, he read those petty bourgeois things all day long. He thought that Xiao Wu had lost his fighting spirit.
Fortunately, he insisted on bringing Xiaowu to join the army!
Xiao Wu is a good kid, smart and capable, but he lacks explosive power.
Now, it seems that he doesn't need to worry so much.
Chen Yuanwu knocked on the door and came in. The smile on Chen Zhong's face had not yet disappeared. "Xiaowu, don't study today. Xiaojun is feeling a little unwell. Take her to play table tennis for a while. She can stretch her muscles and bones and sweat a little. That will be fine."
At the just-concluded 31st World Table Tennis Championships, the long-awaited Chinese team achieved a comprehensive victory as soon as they set out, shocking the world sports community.
The famous Ping-Pong Diplomacy also took place.
Everyone who saw the internal reference started to teach everyone in their unit how to play table tennis.
He used to think Xiao Wu was a loser for learning only some other ball instead of basketball, but things have changed and table tennis came in handy.
Chen Yuanwu walked around the activity room of the division headquarters, touching the newly purchased table tennis rackets and table tennis table again and again with great reluctance. He then dragged Secretary Wu from the logistics department to play two games against him reluctantly, but before he had enough fun, Secretary Wu was defeated miserably and refused to play anymore.
After the training of the recruit company is completed, they begin to be assigned to various companies.
Chen Yuanwu was assigned to the equipment department of the military region and had to report for duty as soon as the seven-day pre-exam review holiday was over.
After these few days, I no longer have time to return to the division headquarters. It really makes me reluctant to leave!
"Xiaojun, can you play table tennis?" Chen Yuanwu always felt that Jiang Jun knew everything.
Jiang Jun smiled and answered modestly, "I've seen it and imitated it, but I don't know if I can play it with a real racket."
My physical strength has indeed improved recently, but I’m not sure if my wrist grip is flexible enough.
The most important thing is that Chen Yuanwu is so tall and has a wider range of ball control than her. If he uses a straight racket to hit the ball, she probably won't be able to receive it.
Chen Zhong smiled and waved his hand: "Xiaojun, go and practice with me, I'll come and cheer you on later!"
"Alright, the strongest cheerleading team in history, I'm definitely going to win!" Jiang Jun clenched his fist and raised it high, only to find it wasn't much higher than Chen Yuanwu's head. He lowered his voice, "You can give me ten goals! I'm Teacher Jiang, and if you lose, I won't be able to give you extra lessons."
Chen Yuanwu agreed and opened the door of the small conference room to let Jiang Jun go first: "I'll let you have eleven balls!"
The two men left while talking, leaving Chen Zhong laughing alone in the small meeting room. How come he never knew that his Xiao Wu was so funny!
In the military, being good at livening up the atmosphere and using psychological tactics have always been essential skills for a victorious general.
Alas, there is nothing we can do. A tiger father will have a dog son!
Chen Yuanwu led Jiang Yun to the activity room. Several people on duty in various departments of the division headquarters were there. Some knew how to play, some didn’t, and some were trying to play with rackets.
Secretary Wu smiled and handed over the racket: "Xiao Chen, who is this? She doesn't look like Xiao Jing."
Jiang Jun introduced herself confidently: "I am Jiang Yonghua's eldest daughter. I'm here to learn table tennis from squad leader Chen."
You should be open and honest. Being timid will only make others think you are wrong.
Secretary Wu recognized Jiang Yun at a glance. Jiang Yun looked very much like Jiang Yonghua, so he called out to the orderly Xiao Wang across from him, "Xiao Wang, give the racket to Xiao Chen. We'll watch from the side and learn from him."
The rackets were short, single-sided, single-rubber, and also had a plain blade. The table tennis balls were small white balls, unlike the orange, two-fold larger balls that appeared decades later.
Jiang Jun took a bare racket and served a ball casually. The sound was monotonous and hollow. He knew from the sound that he would not be able to hit a difficult and technically demanding ball, so he felt relieved.
After hitting about ten balls, the people playing on the nearby table were attracted by the sound of the ball being pushed and pulled. They first watched, then turned to onlookers, and later automatically divided into two cheerleading teams.
If you count carefully, you will find that there is one more person in Jiang Yun's cheerleading team.
Observation has become
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