Chapter 213: Zhou Tianzuo's Promise

Liu Lang was drunk, a total mess.

He didn't know how much he had drunk; in any case, Old Zhou comrade brought out a full eight bottles of his 'reserve'—52-degree 10-year Flying Fairy.

Six bottles, not a drop left.

Knowing Liu Xiaotian was in a bad mood, He Chen Guang and the two others were ready to risk their lives to keep him company; whenever Liu Xiaotian raised his cup, they would drain theirs in one go.

Old Zhou comrade also drank with them, but he wasn't drinking like the four youngsters; it was purely a life‑risking game.

In the end, the only one who remained sober was him.

Finally, Old Zhou comrade, slightly swaying as he stood up, full of vicissitudes, made a summary:

What time has left behind is not just wrinkles, but also a carefree acceptance of life……

Hearing the snoring from all around the room, Old Zhou comrade smiled, lifted his cup, downed the last sip of wine, turned and hummed a little tune as he went into his own 'secret room'.

At one, one look `nothing, one wrong version%!'

He Chen Guang and the two others were still asleep; he shook his head, still a bit groggy, and suddenly saw a piece of paper beside him.

The next morning, when Liu Xiaotian woke up, Qin Yuxi had already left.

Could there be someone who won't accept this? How can we earn respect and convince them?

On it were only five words: 'I'll wait for you to come back.'

Zhou Tianzuo could understand, but the other four couldn't.

Liu Xiaotian now feels exactly that.

Liu Xiaotian nodded, waved at Old Zhou comrade, and got off the plane.

He could certainly see that Liu Xiaotian was acting this way because of some unpleasantness between him and Qin Yuxi.

This sudden change—from idling all day, apart from socializing just going to nightclubs, overnight turning into a special forces soldier who must wield a gun and fight to the death against bandits—who could accept it all at once?

At 2 p. m., the plane landed smoothly on the small island where Warrior School is located; Old Zhou comrade didn't get off the plane, but just before Liu Xiaotian disembarked he called him over and handed him a slip of paper with a phone number written on it:

Never mind anything else—just the few bandits taken out these past few months—could that really be so easily accepted? Of course, to many people it seems too easy, like catching a thief.

Yes, exactly—you can kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, you can use simple, brutal methods.

'If you run into any trouble, call this number and I'll help you with all my might!'

Besides that, there wasn't even a signature.

Rather than worry, it's better to let things take their natural course.

Defeating a person is easy, but to truly convince them you must win their heart and sincere assent.

Because when he gave those materials to Zhou Tianzuo, he never expected anything in return.

The clothes and equipment they had worn when they arrived were already on the plane; after boarding, the four changed back into Warrior School uniforms and equipment, then each continued to sleep in their seats.

Qin Yuxi didn't know if she had heard or understood, but she kept nodding, staggered a few steps toward Liu Xiaotian, then collapsed headfirst onto the sofa beside him and fell asleep.

Moreover, it's a life! Even the first time killing a chicken, you'd hesitate a bit, wouldn't you?

Qin Yuxi was also drunk, but unlike Liu Xiaotian and the four others who just passed out face‑down on the table or collapsed on the floor, she swayed to her feet and still tried to help Liu Xiaotian up.

More importantly, he needed to release, to let go of his inner pressure, then face new challenges and greater pressure. In less than half a year, such a near‑total transformation—anyone else undergoing it would not have done better than Liu Xiaotian.

In a few hours they'd have to return to Warrior School, which wouldn't let them rest just because they'd gotten drunk the night before; as soon as they got back, what awaited them was immediate participation in training.

Liu Xiaotian smirked, folded the paper neatly, and slipped it into the chest pocket of his uniform.

Perhaps this is also the key reason Liu Xiaotian could grow to his present level in less than half a year—he has a big heart.

But that only treats the symptom, not the root cause.

After all, his current life is completely at odds with his experience of over twenty years in his former world—there's no overlap at all.

If you can achieve that, you will surely find happiness!

He was originally just a rich second‑generation kid; dealing with people and the world came naturally to him—but once he crossed over to become a special forces soldier, even though he always had systematic assistance and guidance, and grew step by step with external help to where he is now, his strength is real, yet deep down he still harbors worries, pressure, and a faint fear that he himself isn't even aware of.

Now, thinking about anything else is pointless; he's about to go to Warrior School, and when he returns, whether feelings run deep or things have changed, it's all still unknown.

Especially, starting tomorrow he will shed his trainee status and become an instructor.

He knows this is Old Zhou comrade's promise, and he will surely keep it.

He couldn't be sure whether Qin Yuxi, who had also drunk seven or eight taels of liquor, would remember his words, but he solemnly and seriously told her: 'Little girl, it's clear you're a sensible lass; but remember, you are a soldier, and the person you like is also a soldier; therefore, if you choose him, you are destined not to enjoy the princess‑like pampering ordinary girls get—moreover, this guy isn't the type who's especially good at coaxing people. Finally, I give you this advice: when faced with anything, put yourself in others' shoes first.'

Otherwise, he would probably have already gone for psychological counseling.

But that's limited to the keyboard only.

Put in more understandable terms, it's like: the demolition compensation has just come down, but his temperament still lags a bit.

Moreover, what Liu Xiaotian is about to face is a whole group of people!

After the hangover, breakfast was out of the question; the four just had a bowl of plain rice porridge and then boarded the plane.

But that was only a small part of the reason.

But Old Zhou comrade stopped him.

After waking He Chen Guang and the two others, by the time the four had finished washing up, Old Zhou comrade had already filed the flight plan and was ready to take off at any moment.

But although Liu Xiaotian merely glanced at the number and remembered it, he never thought he would actually have to dial it one day.

No matter how you say it, Liu Xiaotian is just a young man in his early twenties.

Everything that seems simple on a keyboard actually requires a long period of adaptation in real life.

Actually, Old Zhou comrade was also a bit tipsy; his expression wasn't perfectly clear, but the general meaning was still correct.

The moment he stepped through the gates of Warrior School, Chief Instructor picked him up in an open‑top jeep.

In a two‑story building about a hundred meters from the Elder Principal's residence, Liu Xiaotian saw his room.

Walking into that room, Liu Xiaotian's first impression was:

Being an instructor is just damn different!

(End of chapter)