Chapter 700 A taut string easily breaks
After Li Mei left, she took out the letter Zhou Zixu wrote to her last time. At that time, Zixu did not allow her to read the letter in front of him, so she forgot about it.
The letter stayed quietly in the space capsule, and no one discovered its secret. Perhaps it felt aggrieved, so why did Lu Sihui refuse to open it?
There was no one in the dormitory. Lu Sihui was sitting on her upper bunk. If someone came into the room, she would naturally put the letter away immediately.
It was a letter wrapped in a yellow kraft paper envelope, still sealed. Lu Sihui smiled. Zixu was afraid of being seen, so he did a good job of keeping it secret.
Pulling out the letter and looking at the flamboyant handwriting on it, Lu Sihui's smile became even more pronounced. His handwriting was just like his personality, bold on the outside and domineering on the inside.
The first page reads, Sihui, I miss you. The entire page is filled with "I miss you". The second page is filled with his sweet words, which roughly mean that one day without seeing you feels like three years, and three days without seeing you feels like a lifetime.
Only he, a grown man, could write such a love letter. To him, being corny seems normal. If he said to her seriously, "Comrade Lu Sihui, hello, I want to report my thoughts to you," it would be unlike him.
After reading the letter, she was reluctant to put it back into the space capsule and missed him even more.
Zhou Zixu had already boarded the train to City B. Zhou Zisong, as the head of the group, accompanied him to cheer on his brother. He also brought the soldiers needed for the individual tactical team competition.
Also accompanying the group was Political Commissar Zhang, who was in charge of the contact work.
Zhou Zisong was a quiet person. He sat there coldly all the time with his back straight, like a mountain. No one thought that a mountain should talk nonstop, but instead thought that being deep and silent was more suitable for him.
Looking at Zhou Zisong's serious expression, it seemed like he was the one participating in the competition.
The main person, Zhou Zixu, was talking to Political Commissar Zhang calmly without showing any nervousness at all. When the soldiers he led saw him like this, they naturally became relaxed and watched the conversation between the battalion commander and Political Commissar Zhang.
Zhou Zisong frowned and looked at his younger brother. He was about to take part in the national competition and asked him if he could be more serious and act like he was ready for the competition.
This has caused his soldiers to slack off. If they lose the game, don't blame anyone else but him for not taking it seriously.
"Brother, don't be nervous. I'm the one competing. Don't you feel tired just sitting like this?"
Zhou Zixu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into his eldest brother's hand, looking at him with a smile and speaking in a relaxed tone.
"Can you be serious? It's already this hour and you're still smiling?"
Zhou Zisong originally didn't want to teach his brother a lesson, fearing that it would affect his mood for the competition, but when he saw him like this, he couldn't help it.
"Brother, friendship comes first, competition comes second. Let's treat this as an opportunity to learn and just play as usual. If you get so nervous, it will only make the string break more easily."
Seeing that his elder brother refused to take the melon seeds, Zhou Zixu did not force him. He took them and started to crack them himself, treating the competition calmly.
"I agree with what Zixu said, but your elder brother is also right. We should take it seriously. As long as we try our best, we won't regret it even if we lose."
After all, Political Commissar Zhang was in charge of ideological work. He was very careful with his words, and he didn't offend anyone, and everyone agreed with what they said.
"Uncle Zhang, I admire you leaders who do ideological work. You speak in a way that makes everyone feel comfortable and can recognize their own mistakes and shortcomings. You are really good."
Zhou Zixu smiled and gave Political Commissar Zhang a thumbs up.
Zhou Zisong glared at him coldly. Why did it feel like he didn't take the game seriously at all?
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