1882: How Could You Say That?

How Could You Say That?

She was too nervous, and Xia Jinyuan didn't need to say anything. Ye Jian, who was talking to herself, started tidying up the military academy's winter cadet uniform. She was worried that she would come off as rude if she wasn't wearing it properly.0

She spent a long time packing her uniform in the hospital. Her epaulets, collar, bow tie, and belt were all neatly arranged. The clothes were kept in a suitcase and had not been taken out to wear before this. She had also specially borrowed an iron from a life carer to make sure the edges of her clothes were without any creases.

She had already inspected everything about her uniform carefully, but she was still afraid of being impolite. It was clear that she was extremely nervous.

After entering the courtyard, the car slowed down. Xia Jinyuan smiled and looked at her gently. His slender fingers controlled the steering wheel as he turned toward the left lane. "Everything looks good. There's nothing wrong with your uniform.

"Little fox, you're too nervous. Relax. My dad isn't a vicious man. Why are you so nervous? Besides, you've already met my dad. You don't have to be so nervous over this meeting.

"My dad was very happy to know that you were coming over. The good news came too suddenly, so he wondered if I was teasing him on purpose. He confirmed it with me again and again before he believed me.

"You said you're nervous but maybe my dad is even more nervous than you are."

Ye Jian was so nervous that she couldn't sit still. She laughed when she heard this.

"How could you say that? Why would the commander in chief be nervous?" After being teased by him, Ye Jian felt that she wasn't as flustered as when the car just drove into the courtyard earlier. She patted her chest and took a deep breath. "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'll just grit my teeth and get through it!"

Hearing her, Xia Jinyuan's forehead twitched and he became distracted while driving. "…My house is not a court of law. Didn't you go through psychological training? Why is it useless now?"

"They're two completely different things." Ye Jian glared at him and continued to take deep breaths. "That psychological training is either for combat or for dealing with captives. Could it be compared to this?"

"Why not? You're even more nervous now than when you carry a gun on the battlefield. Little Fox, you have to calm down. Why don't you just think of my dad as a heinous bad guy while you're an undercover agent? You need to gain the trust of the bad guys so that it's easier for my army to infiltrate the internal department and steal the enemy's information to achieve a complete victory."

In the face of her nervousness, Major Xia held back his laughter as he thought of lame ideas one after another. He just wanted to slander his old man so that Ye Jian could relax.

Ye Jian finally understood the way Commander Xia and Captain Xia interacted. They mocked and insulted each other. As long as they had the chance, they would roll up their sleeves and fight!

The first time they met, Commander Xia said that he often fought with Captain Xia. It seemed like it was true. There was no lie at all.

The way they interacted with each other made it seem like they were not close, but in fact, the father and son were very close. They were on equal footing with each other like brothers. It was a very relaxed way of interacting.

Ye Jian said enviously, "You have a deep relationship with the commander in chief."

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Major Xia felt a little uncomfortable when he was suddenly praised. "The old man and I used to fight often. We didn't like each other. The father and son relationship you speak of must have been brought about by fighting often.

"But everyone in the squad is similar, like Han Zheng. In the past, we even thought about stealing our fathers' guns to make them anxious."

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