Chapter 395: Can We Still Pull This Off This Time?

Going to He Province to become director is the promotion opportunity Wang Fengshi has waited for many years.

Saying he doesn't want to go would be a lie; it's just that now he can't leave.

"Captain Lei, I can't leave you; someone needs to take care of you."

Lei Zhan Ge shook his head slightly: "I no longer have any value to be cared for. While I'm still not dead and still have the ability to lift you up a bit, so just listen to me."

Reflecting on his whole military life, Lei Zhan Ge has no regrets left.

The only remaining thought is to do his utmost to lift these young people, let their abilities shine, and better contribute to the country.

"Captain Lei…"

"This is an order!"

Wang Fengshi lowered his head, recalling the past ten years; he had long regarded Captain Lei as family, as his most revered role model.

Lei Zhan Ge, of course, felt the same way.

"Xiao Wang, everyone will die eventually; what matters is whether the death has value, whether one can close one's eyes in peace. So never forget your original intention, no matter what position you hold, always put the people's interests first."

"Captain Lei, I will certainly keep your words in mind."

Lei Zhan Ge waved his hand, letting Wang Fengshi leave the office first, while he stayed behind, staring out the window, still lost in thought.

Although he truly has no regrets and feels he could face death calmly, now he wants to live a few more years.

Only to wait for the good news of the Internal Combustion Engine Development's success.

Even if he could only catch a glimpse, that would set his mind at ease.

…

Riding his bicycle, Lu Cheng returned home, skillfully took the key out of a flower pot, opened his sister's room door, and took a Bath Ticket from the drawer.

"Mom, I'm going to take a bath."

"Hey San'er, you're back, come in." Chen Xianglan waved from the kitchen.

"What's up, Mom?"

Chen Xianglan smiled brightly: "The girl who came to our house last time, what's your relationship with her?"

"The girl who came to our house?" Lu Cheng recalled that before his car duty, due to being rushed, he had asked Yang Yin to tell his mother.

"Oh, just a classmate; she's a freshman who just entered this year."

"I didn't need you to tell me; I already asked around. I just want to know, what exactly is the relationship between you two?"

"Didn't I say she's just a classmate?"

Chen Xianglan was dissatisfied with the answer: "Only a classmate?"

Lu Cheng instantly understood his mother's meaning and gave a wry smile.

"So you expect her to become your daughter‑in‑law? She's still a kid, only eighteen or nineteen."

Chen Xianglan rolled her eyes: "You're not much older than her, yet you complain she's young. That girl has a good personality, talks a lot, loves to laugh, and her smile is especially pretty; her eyes are like crescents."

Lu Cheng was speechless; ever since his divorce, his mother has been obsessively involved in his love life, eager to set him up with any girl she sees.

"Mom, even though your son is divorced, his qualifications aren't lacking; it's not like he can be satisfied with just any girl. You should at least have some standards, otherwise it makes me look cheap."

Chen Xianglan pursed her lips: "What price are you talking about? The girl from last time suited you more than enough. Why are you now acting like your sister, being picky and choosy?"

"No, no, it's just that I really have no relationship with her."

"Then when will you two have a relationship?"

"It's not, Mom; this isn't something I can just decide to have…"

Lu Cheng sighed; at that time he had asked Yang Yin to deliver a message, and seeing his mother's reaction, it seemed the conversation had gone quite deep.

Mainly, Yang Yin's temperament is like that of a neighboring little girl—cute, sweet‑mouthed, enthusiastic, like a ball of fire; indeed anyone who sees her…

Lu Cheng didn't yet know that this ball of fire was about to burn him.

It was the next day after school; as Lu Cheng was about to wander into the Student Committee office, Yang Yin suddenly called out to him.

"Lu San'er."

That nickname is unknown to anyone at school; even if they knew, no one would call him that.

Turning around, Lu Cheng saw Yang Yin standing there, her smile crescent‑shaped, bright and pure.

"What are you shouting nonsense for! Lu San'er is also a name you called."

"What's wrong with me shouting? They all shout, so I shouldn't be the only one! From now on I advise you to treat me better, otherwise I'll expose all your scandals."

Seeing Yang Yin's smug little expression, Lu Cheng went up and pinched her chin.

"Hiss, is this never ending? You keep threatening me with this! Let me tell you, at worst I quit as president, but I will never be threatened by you."

Yang Yin yanked his hand away: "I'm not talking about that; I have another new blemish on you."

Lu Cheng was utterly speechless; this little girl, day after day, doesn't even attend class properly—she can't just go find Xiao Piqiu's gang again and dig up what sordid things he did before, can she?

It seems I need to inform Xiao Piqiu, stay farther from this girl, and stop babbling nonsense.

But Yang Yin's words weren't about that either.

"Hehe, I know you wet the bed when you were a kid."

Lu Cheng was stunned by that; it couldn't have been Xiao Piqiu who said it.

"No, who told you?"

"Auntie, we had a very pleasant chat."

That day, Yang Yin specifically asked Chen Xianglan about Lu Cheng's childhood.

Lu Cheng was helpless; his mother says everything.

But Lu Cheng forced a calm demeanor: "You didn't wet the bed as a child, so what's so embarrassing about it?"

Wet the bed isn't that abnormal; some kids still do it at seven or eight.

"Then you also ate boogers as a child."

Lu Cheng inhaled a breath: "You didn't eat it when you were little, huh?"

"I ate it, so what? Unlike you, you even ate poop."

Lu Cheng widened his eyes, pointing at Yang Yin: "Don't spout nonsense to me, who has ever eaten poop?"

"It was you, Aunt said. When you were little you made a bet with someone; whoever dared to eat poop had to shout 'dad', and in the end you won."

Lu Cheng glanced at the passing classmates around and clamped his hand over Yang Yin's mouth.

"Wuwu… our President Lu has eaten poop. If other classmates find out, you, this President, will be entered into the school register; then, wuwu, when the younger brothers and sisters enroll later, they'll all know your glorious history…"

Listening to Yang Yin's wailing, Lu Cheng truly regretted it.

Regretting that day he shouldn't have let Yang Yin go to his home to deliver a letter to his mother.

If all this black history gets out, it will completely tarnish his face as President.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll treat you better from now on, don't call me again."

Yang Yin's face showed a triumphant smile: "Do you know you're wrong?"

Lu Cheng took a deep breath: "I'm not your aunt, what on earth do you want, every day you don't put your mind into studying, you just torment me, right?"

Yang Yin lifted her little head: "Yeah, I just want to torment you; otherwise, every time someone touches the scar on my head, I get upset."

Lu Cheng only now noticed that since the last time Yang Yin bumped her head, she hasn't tied a high ponytail.

Otherwise that scar's location, because no longer hair grows there, would be easy to see; now Yang Yin can only tie a low ponytail to cover it with hair.

Lu Cheng felt quite guilty; at Yang Yin's age she should be caring about beauty, but because she helped him canvass votes, she bumped her head, causing her to no longer dare to tie a high ponytail.

"Then what to do? How about you become my girlfriend, and I'll spend my whole life making it up to you."

Lu Cheng said it on purpose, and instantly scared Yang Yin, making her eyes widen.

"What are you saying? Who would be your girlfriend, you hooligan!"

After saying that, Yang Yin quickly ran away.

Watching the departing back, Lu Cheng smiled and shook his head.

I have to say, life in university is still quite fun, with so many cute classmates.

It's just a pity that graduation is this year; Lu Cheng may never forget these three years of campus life.

Good days always pass quickly; three months fly by in the blink of an eye.

The Educated Youth are causing trouble again; can Lu Cheng pull this off again this time?