Chapter 33: Please Let Me Stand Neutral for You

One slice, two slices, three slices......
Zhu Jianjun tore the plot into countless fragments, carefully put the scraps of paper into his pocket, and even bent down to pick up the paper scraps that had fallen from the ground.
Seeing the woman he had secretly loved for years fall for another man, the student he had personally trained, was completely eliminated without even having a chance to compete. This pain had already made his blood boil, but he was a top elite trained by the Fifth Special Forces for fifteen years. Even in such circumstances, he instinctively controlled himself, keeping his body from trembling and even using a "calm" attitude to eliminate anything that might remain "Evidence" means that even if he wants to shout loudly, the survival rules of snipers will cause him to lose this human way of venting emotions.
This helpless clarity made him so depressed he just wanted to sing a long song, and he was so miserable that he just wanted to be slapped in the face a dozen times. At this moment, Zhu Jianjun suddenly understood the difference between himself and Zhanxiage. Although Zhanxiage was cold on the battlefield, at least he was a man with flesh and blood, a sunny smile, while Zhu Jianjun himself was a combat machine trained and raised in the Fifth Special Forces since childhood. No matter how much he loved, hated, or hurt, he only kept them deeply in his heart.
"Zhanxia Ge, I lost, I have to admit I lost! I lost completely, thoroughly, and thoroughly. Now Yajie'er is yours—no one can take her away! Zhu Jianjun lifted his head and said in a deep voice, "I will never let you die!" Even if it's just to see Yajie'er's smile again, I'll do everything I can to bring you back from Russia alive! ”
When Zhu Jianjun's figure completely disappeared, the door to Yajie'er's dormitory opened. Yajie'er picked up a fragment of letterhead from where Zhu Jianjun had just been standing. No matter how calm he was, no matter what kind of inhuman training he had undergone, in the midst of such a blow and absolute pain, he still made a mistake: he didn't pick up a piece of paper that drifted behind his feet with the wind.
Yajie'er unfolded the shredded paper piece, less than two square centimeters in size. On it were only two and a half characters, but looking at the powerful handwriting, as if carved by a knife and axe, carrying a subtle yet commanding presence, Yajie'er was captivated once again.
Understood, everything was clear.
Whenever she was sad, whenever she was down, whenever it was her birthday, when she was promoted...... The next morning, under the crack of her dorm door, there was always an unsigned letter. Four years have passed—a full four years. This mysterious man without a name has accompanied her through life's joys and sorrows. He comforted her and shared her pain, stayed with her in happiness, and congratulated her on her success.
It was precisely because of these letters that Yajie'er persisted for so long in the battle heroic song, overcoming a woman's uncontrollable panic and anxiety at thirty, still drifting with no place to belong, and the hope of finding a man to marry and build a warm family together.
"I'm sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry......"
They chased after him for a few steps, watching Zhu Jianjun's upright body stand like a javelin, walking alone toward the gate of the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School. Along the way, the trainees saluted Zhu Jianjun, but when their hands touched their foreheads and they looked at his plain clothes, they hesitantly lowered their hands. Yajie'er stared intently at the man who had accompanied her with all her feelings for four whole years. She truly didn't know what else she could do at this moment besides saying these words. It was only at this moment that she understood why an outstanding soldier with rich combat experience, in the prime of his life, insisted on obediently staying at school as an ordinary instructor.
If love could be measured by time, she would really throw herself over and hug Zhu Jianjun tightly from behind. If love could be filled with feelings, she would truly surrender to Zhu Jianjun, who suits her better. But...... When eighteen-year-old Zhanxiage held her tightly before fainting and shouted, "Women are protected by men," and when Zhanxiage pulled a grenade to take her down with the instructor to vent her anger, her heart was completely devoted to that big boy.
That heartbeat that nearly made her faint, that happiness so intense it almost allowed her to face death with a smile, that gentle comfort that made her feel utterly unrepentant, those three love letters without any words of affection, that little flower still blooming in her room—all of this made her truly never want to love another man again in this lifetime!
When he reached the entrance of the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, Zhu Jianjun suddenly stopped, and Major Li Xiangshang was standing right at the entrance.
These two outstanding soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces stood seven or eight meters apart, staring at each other.
No one knew how long they stared at each other. Li Xiangshang raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "You're leaving?" ”
"Mm!"
"Have you decided?"
"Yes!"
"I know your feelings for Instructor Yajie'er. I told you long ago, when the Hero Song appeared, you had no roots at all!" Li Xiangshang reached out to take the backpack from Zhu Jianjun, hoisted it over his shoulder, and said calmly, "I know your personality very well, and I can understand your decision." But you're leaving, and you don't even report to your class monitor and big brother? Isn't that a bit much?! ”
"I once personally escorted Zhanxiage away from the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School, and later I was the one who brought him back to school. I hope that this time, the brother I sent out, I still have the chance to personally bring him back! ”
Li Xiangshang and Zhu Jianjun walked side by side on the main road outside the school. Their right legs lifted and dropped at the same time, each feeling a long-lost tacit understanding. Li Xiangshang sighed softly, "Thinking back to when I, a 'veteran' seven years older than you, led a group of newly enlisted recruits in training, it all feels like a very, very long time ago." ”
Zhu Jianjun nodded and said, "Yes, it's been a long time." I was only eleven years old then, but now I am already thirty-eight. ”
"Yes, that's exactly what worries me most about you."
Li Xiangshang sighed softly, "You grew up in the military district compound. After joining the Fifth Special Forces, due to your personality, aside from missions, you hardly had any contact with the outside world. Your greatest hobby is studying various weapons and combat techniques. Other than that, you really know nothing about anything else." You don't even know how many people participate in a soccer game. Watching others play basketball, you actually ask why you don't use your foot to tackle with a side tackle—such a joke. I really don't want to imagine that a pure soldier like you goes to a country where you can't even communicate in a foreign language—what right do you have to seek out the war chivalry song? Without the channels of the Fifth Special Forces, you won't even be able to enter Russia for weeks, let alone find handy weapons there. ”
Zhu Jianjun stubbornly shut his mouth.
"I know that once you make up your mind, you will never turn back. I did not intend to persuade you to return this time." Li Xiangshang said, "I just want to give you a small suggestion. Try looking for the brothers of Zhanxia Ge. If their relationship is truly strong, you can get enough help from them!" ”
Li Xiangshang handed a piece of paper with a phone number in front of Zhu Jianjun. "Huang Zhipeng, you've played with Zhan Xiage across the navy, army, and air force, and also went through the test of the failed submarine test. He's Zhan Xiage's closest comrade and close buddy. Apparently, he's the second brother among his brothers. You should go find him." You're a battlefield expert, and I absolutely trust your abilities in your professional field. However, some things should be left to the people who are more suited for them. ”
Zhu Jianjun hesitated slightly, but finally reached out and held the paper with Huang Zhipeng's phone number in his hand.