As for the military camp, it is a pure-bred monk temple. There are many bachelor men who are energetic. After practicing during the day, they can have unlimited sex with the goddess at night. Those dirty jokes are all commonplace.
It is extremely normal for youth to vent their feelings by carrying photos of girls they like, looking at things and thinking about them, or writing one or two love letters to express love.
But this kind of venting is not strange for anyone, but once it is placed on Song Ye's head, several people think more and more weird.
After hearing Dong Qian's words, Ding Li and Ye Lang were also stunned. The first reaction was that it was impossible. The second reaction was to jump off the bed and go over to find out.
It happened that Song Ye had just finished writing and put away Zhang Kuina's one. Her love letter with elegant pen handwriting was the only thing left on the table.
"Damn it, is it really you who wrote it? Little one, you don't have a fever, do you?" Yelang looked at the words with the ink still wet on it, and his teeth were almost sore. Then he reached out to touch the boy's forehead.
Song Ye tilted his head and glanced sideways, "Go to sleep when you need to. If you don't want to sleep, I can practice with you."
The wild wolf's outstretched paw shook, and he immediately retracted it. He was joking, practicing with Song Ye, he was just looking for death.
"Tsk tsk, but let me tell you, little one, you are so good at writing a summary, but your love letter level is a bit retarded." Ding Li leaned over to read the content, and shook his head at the end, obviously expressing his appreciation for this love letter. I didn't dare to compliment you, "After all, I am also a graduate of a medical university. If you let me teach you, I guarantee that your words and sentences will be a hundred times better."
"Come on, come on, if you really write it down, it will probably be a perverted murder plot. You might as well come to me, I am a person who knows Oracle." When Dong Qian heard that there was something interesting, he immediately rushed over to fight for the opportunity and gossiped about it. "Hey, little one, who are you writing this love letter to? The little girl in your school or the female teacher? Do you have any photos? Take them out for us to take a look at."
Not to mention Dong Qian and Ding Li who were curious, even Ye Lang and other veterans in the dormitory were craning their necks to watch. It was really that Song Ye was usually too mature and calm and self-possessed, and never participated in their pornographic tone. Leng Buding was writing a love letter there, so everyone was naturally curious.
But it was obvious that Song Ye was not a person who satisfies the curiosity of others. Under the gaze of everyone, he only dropped four words, "No comment." Then he went straight to bed.
Brat... This time, even the few close brothers of the Wild Wolf are filled with hatred. This kind of arousing people's thirst for knowledge without being satisfied is the most heart-wrenching thing.
However, the letter had been left to dry overnight, and the content inside had long been written down. When they participated in training the next day, everyone knew that the youngest and most arrogant boy in the team had written a love letter to the girl, and the words and sentences were quite good. For nausea.
Song Ye naturally didn't care about such jokes. He still wore a cold face, training when he should be training, and eating when he should be eating.
But she didn't care, the eldest brother in the cabin who was serious about being controlling was not calm.
After listening to Lao Qi's report, his paralyzed face was almost frozen.
"Haha, it's adolescence after all. It's normal to have one or two girls you like. Song Ye is still young and hangs out with those gangsters all day long. It's inevitable that he will have thoughts in this regard." Lao Qi is one of the few people who can stand up to Qin. People who are very cold-tempered will happily comfort someone when they see someone about to have an attack.
"He is not yet underage." Qin Zhan's face was stiff, and it took him a long time to hold back such words without confidence. In the past, when he didn't understand his thoughts clearly, he could still confidently use this excuse to stop her, but now he really used this excuse to cover up his jealousy.
Hearing this, Lao Qi was a little surprised, but considering that Qin Zhan was obsessed with cleanliness and had never been around a woman for many years, he could understand to some extent, "Boss, we are a monk temple. Children can have a place to put their thoughts. It's good, and it's better than hanging out with other veterans in the army."
Hanging out doesn't mean fighting together, but male soldiers who are too energetic and have sex with each other.
Although this kind of inside story cannot be put on the surface, it is a phenomenon that has always existed.
There were also times when two male soldiers got together and ended up together despite their family's objections. In this relatively closed-minded era, their futures and reputations were ruined.
Therefore, it is better to have a girl he admires than to hang out with male soldiers.
Lao Qi originally had good intentions, but he didn't know that he had unintentionally touched Qin Zhan's mind. After he left, the man's cold face showed a hint of complexity.
It is true that he can ignore worldly opinions and even give up the honor he has earned through hard work over the years, but the boy is only seventeen years old and his life has just begun. Will he be willing to come together with him
Song Ye, who never expected that his kindness caused endless trouble to his eldest brother, met with Zhang Kui in private at this time.
Zhang Kui took the letter, unfolded it and read it carefully. He was attracted by the beautiful handwriting on it.
"Thank you, thank you." Zhang Kui carefully put the letter paper into the envelope and thanked Song Ye from the bottom of his heart.
"No need." Song Ye responded simply, but he didn't feel that such a small thing was worthy of the other party's repeated thanks.
When he turned around and was about to leave, he heard Zhang Kui's somewhat embarrassing voice again, "I, I didn't expect that you would make so many people laugh in order to keep my secret. I have been targeting you before, I'm sorry, Song Ye. "
"It's nothing." Song Ye paused, still looking cold and taciturn, but it was just a love letter, and she didn't have to explain it to everyone.
But the more she didn't care, the more loyal she became in Zhang Kui's eyes. He straightened his chest and patted his chest hard, "Don't worry, whoever bullies you or targets you in the future will be me, Zhang Kui." Enemy. Song Ye, you are loyal enough, I, Zhang Kui, admire you." Being able to copy love letters for him regardless of past grievances, and still carrying his reputation, at this time, Song Ye's image in Zhang Kui's eyes was unprecedentedly tall and glorious.
Song Ye was a little confused. Seeing Zhang Kui's sincerity in changing the front line at this second, he was in the same pattern as Meng Ziheng, and his brain circuit was so strange that it was incomprehensible.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Kuiren was not a bad person. He had already taken care of things that should have been dealt with before. There was no need for her to be in trouble with him, so she nodded to show friendship.
It was okay not to nod, but with a nod, Zhang Kui felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He wanted to pull Song Ye to sworn sworn friends. He followed her without hesitation along the way, talking about the sweetness and pain of his relationship.
As soon as this strange pair of paintings appeared, a certain big brother immediately smelled something unusual.