After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

058 military training
"Oh, those were all nonsense. Now I am completely convinced by him. He is worthy of being called the God of Death. By the way, I recently got something about him playing the last game in the Nets. Do you want a signed jersey from every game, but it’s the one he’s wearing.”

Zhou Ziyu raised his elbow and lightly touched the arm holding the soldering iron.

Jiang Yu's hand shook due to the sudden impact, and he was unable to move the soldering iron in time. The 300-degree high temperature successfully scorched the copper on the board.

He placed the soldering iron on the soldering stand, breathed a sigh of relief, and suppressed his anger to glare at Zhou Ziyu.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"What don't you want to do? Let me be honest. Do you want it or not? This is the last signed jersey. It is out of print. Even with your status as Young Master Jiang, you won't be able to buy it."

Zhou Ziyu swayed in front of Jiang Yu with a smile on his face, trying his best to seduce him.

When Jiang Yu was still playing basketball, he regarded Durant as his idol. There was a full [-]-square-meter cloakroom at home, which was specially used to store all of Durant's signed jerseys, signed sneakers and autographs since his career. Basketball, he also flew abroad to watch several NBA games. The room was filled with photos with Durant.

It was a pity that after that incident happened, he locked the cloakroom himself and threw the photo in together.

Jiang Yu lowered his head, his eyes darkened, then raised his head, stared into his eyes and said word by word: "I don't want it."

"OK then."

After Zhou Ziyu was rejected, he turned around and returned to his seat.

He walked to the closet. The closet was not big and filled with clothes.But there is one place where you can see that he has carefully taken care of it. There is no clutter around it, and it is incompatible with the rest of the wardrobe.

There was only one item placed in this place, a white parcel bag, which had not even been opened.

Zhou Ziyu grabbed the thin package bag and was very careful not to touch the contents inside. He opened it and said, "Hey, some people are just tough-talking."

The package bag was opened, and a jersey with mainly black color was exposed to the air, with a large white letter "7" printed in the middle, like the sickle of death, showing its dominance.

Zhou Ziyu carefully opened the zipper of the transparent vacuum bag, took out a paper towel and wiped his hands all over. Then he crumpled the paper towel into a ball and threw it casually to the left. The paper towel went into the trash can accurately.

He pinched the top of the jersey and took it out gently.

On the back of the jersey, "7 DURANT" is printed in white letters on a black background, and there is an autograph in the middle.

"Hey, things change and people change. I really didn't expect that this would be Durant's last jersey in the Nets. It was still autographed. I don't know how many people's youth has come to an end."

Zhou Ziyu pretended to be sorry, picked up the clothes drying rack, and hung the jersey carefully on the edge of the bed. By coincidence, it was facing Jiang Yu's bed. As long as he turned around, the entire jersey would appear in front of him.

This was originally a gift he prepared for Jiang Yu. He hoped that if Jiang Yu broke through this obstacle one day, he could hand it over to him personally, but he didn't expect that it would be put to use in advance.

"Jiang Yu, what do you think if I hang it here? Isn't it very conspicuous? Others can see it as soon as they enter the door."

Zhou Ziyu smoothed the jersey and showed it to Jiang Yu.

"None of my business."

Jiang Yu picked up the soldering iron to solder the board again. After a while, the board was full of holes, and there was a burning smell from time to time.

He pretended to turn back casually and raised his eyes: "Zhou Ziyu, are we going to have military training tomorrow?"

He was clearly talking to Zhou Ziyu, but his eyes seemed to be glued to the jersey.

Zhou Ziyu snickered, taking in all his behavior without revealing anything about him: "Ah, oh, yes, we will meet at the playground at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Jiangyu?"

Seeing Jiang Yu staring at the jersey motionless, Zhou Ziyu called out tentatively and looked at him nervously.

From Jiang Yu's eyes, he only saw desire, not resistance, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.This does not come from a desire for a jersey, but a desire for basketball from the heart. "Yeah." Jiang Yu made a low sound in his throat.

He hid the feeling in his heart and turned his head back. His fingers were clenched tightly by him, and the knuckles made a rubbing sound.

When he saw the jersey for the first time again, everything in the past came to mind like a revolving lantern, and the scythe of death was waving in front of him. He seemed to be on the court again, and the momentum and passion seemed to have returned, but soon Quickly, fog rose up from that stadium, and he couldn't see or touch everything in front of him.

Zhou Ziyu looked at his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Song Zhi.

[The task is completed, he did not react with resistance, the next step is up to you. 】

【it is good. 】

Song Zhi put down her cell phone, turned her wrist slightly, and fastened the cufflinks slowly. Her long black hair was tied up by a hair tie and hung down naturally, revealing her slender white neck.

In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Song Zhi was wearing a camouflage uniform. He gently put his hat on his head, pressed the brim of the hat, and looked at the image in the mirror.

She finally polished the plan, and only after finishing everything did she remember to try on the size of the military training uniform.

She squinted her eyes, she was really looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow.

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The next morning, the playground was filled with people in camouflage, which was dazzling.

Most of the weapons firing group had arrived. They were standing scattered but could be seen as a group, talking about military training.

"I really don't know what the school leaders have in mind. They chose this military training uniform. It's ugly and tough. I can't show off my good looks. How can I catch my sister?"

Wei Fan curled his lips, his face full of disgust.

"Hahahahahaha, Wei Fan, don't tell me, the more you look at me, the more you look like a traitor, hahaha."

Zhao Zisheng pointed at Wei Fan and laughed.

Wei Fan adjusted his collar, clenched his hand into a fist and punched him on the shoulder: "What a joke, your hat is crooked, you look like a traitor, my brother is now a serious military commander, and he is much more handsome than you. ."

Zhao Zisheng straightened his hat: "Come on, just take a pee and take a picture."

"You two clowns, stop fighting. It's embarrassing. Look at the front, he's called a handsome guy."

Mo Chaoyang's eyes widened.

Wei Fan rolled his eyes at him: "Tch, you can still be more handsome than me?"

He looked forward mockingly, and at this glance, he consciously closed his mouth.

He really couldn't refute this, he was so handsome.

The brim of his military cap held down his broken black hair, but it couldn't block his delicate facial features, especially those peach blossom eyes, which were very seductive.The camouflage jacket was open, and underneath was a military green short-sleeved shirt, which outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist.He walked forward casually, but it seemed to be carried by the wind. The military trousers made him taller and straighter.

"Sure enough, you can't stop your brotherly temperament wherever you go. Did you see the looks in the eyes of those girls looking over? Tsk." Zhou Ziyu raised his head and stretched out his arms to wrap around Jiang Yu's shoulders.

Jiang Yu took a step away from him: "Boring."

"It's not easy to meet such a handsome man. Hurry up and don't be timid."

(End of this chapter)