C69 The Legend of the Goddess

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Seeing that she was hesitating, Zhao Chuanqi realized that she was too embarrassed to reveal his identity as a pig keeper. Hence, he could only use this intermittent method to lure her to tell him the truth. But in actuality, Zhao Chuanqi didn't view raising pigs and vegetables as a very low level job at all, and felt that this job was as shameful as it was lowly. In the beginning, it was really hard for him to get used to it. However, a Prot Guard was sent to raise pigs and vegetables at the grassroots level. He felt that it was a disgrace. However, as time passed, he felt that there was nothing wrong with raising pigs and vegetables. Could the cadres not grow pigs and vegetables? Therefore, Zhao Chuanqi spoke out her inconvenient question for Fang Wanqing in a very calm manner: "I'm a pig breeder, why would I be together with Hai Daier?"

Fang Wanqing laughed, she did not deny it but she was also unsure.

Zhao Chuanqi laughed: "Organization of work. A revolutionary soldier is a brick, where do you need to move? The leader told me to raise the pigs, so I went to raise the pigs. The leader told me to grow the vegetables, so I went to grow the vegetables. The leader told me to go over and protect the Big Star, so I went to protect the Big Star. "

Fang Wanqing felt that this legendary bastard Zhao Chuanqi still had a sense of humor, he didn't seem to be like the legendary bastard Zhao Chuanqi. She took a closer look at the handsome, resolute face, but it was not as wretched as she had imagined it to be. It was like this nowadays. Some ordinary people were praised as gods, while some people were praised as devils. Zhao Chuanqi was obviously the latter. In the process of being 'praised', after waves after waves of embellishment and artistic processing, the negative image of Zhao Chuanqi became more deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people, causing them to hate him even more. But the moment Fang Wanqing saw Zhao Chuanqi, he felt that the rumors outside were indeed exaggerated.

Fang Wanqing suddenly said: "I'm sure you know who I am."

Zhao Chuanqi asked: "Who?"

Fang Wanqing's words broke through the heavens: "Gong Mengran. When you were in Special Guard, she should have been your shooting instructor. "

Zhao Chuanqi was shocked: "You know Palace Instructor?"

Fang Wanqing replied as she looked at Zhao Chuanqi, "What, I can't even recognize her if you can't? To tell you the truth, Gong Mengran is a soldier that I specially recruited back then. We are the special forces sent by the official Deputy Director. "

Zhao Chuanqi suddenly had a whole new level of respect for Fang Wanqing. If what she said was true, then she, Fang Wanqing, was his great benefactor. She brought such an outstanding and beautiful female instructor to the Secret Service, bringing so much laughter, so much hope? Especially the officers and soldiers of the Secret Service, who did not see Gong Mengran as a goddess in their hearts? If that was the case, then this Fang Wanqing was simply the great benefactor of the General Service. She had contributed actively and deeply to the Secret Service!

"Really? You took Gong Mengran? " Zhao Chuanqi asked in disbelief.

"What? You don't believe me?" Fang Wanqing looked straight at Zhao Chuanqi's slightly doubtful gaze and continued to speak, "Xiao Gong coming to the Secret Service can be considered as a legend. The reason he had taken her over was actually for the Arts Squadron. She is beautiful and has great artistic potential. However, once when the Secret Service organized a group of personnel to set a target on the target, Xiao Gong's fate had completely changed. "Now that I think about it, the situation was quite magical."

Zhao Chuanqi was suddenly interested, and really wanted to hear the stories about Gong Mengran.

He even couldn't help but lean towards Fang Wanqing and prick up her ears to listen carefully.

Fang Wanqing was obviously very interested in Gong Mengran so sshe smiled and continued, "When we arrived at the training grounds, it was raining lightly. Everyone thought that this shooting might be delayed or delayed for a while, but in the end, the target was shot at a set time. We hit targets in the rain, our bodies shaking. The rain was pouring down her face and neck. At that time, the leader of the Arts Squadron was called Chen Yalan, she was very good to us, and was worried about our health, so he went to the Bureau Leader to request for a temporary suspension of target shooting, waiting for the rain to stop. When the leader disagreed, Captain Chen took a step back and asked if she could borrow some umbrellas for the female soldiers to use. At that time, the official Deputy Director was still a senior colonel. When he heard that, he immediately became angry and scolded Captain Chen. Say, we're not going to fight in the rain? When the enemy attacks you in the rain on the battlefield, do you tell him that the rain has stopped and we can fight again? The enemy machine guns are shooting at you like crazy, you still have time to put on the raincoat, that thing can't stop the bullet! In short, when the official Deputy Director somehow scolded Captain Chen, he left in tears. Then, in front of all the Bureau Leader, he shouted at the female soldiers, "All of you, go on up for me, if you catch a cold, you can't spend any money on the treatment …"

After saying that, Zhao Chuanqi could not help but ask back, "Are you talking about Gong Mengran or praising that Captain Chen?"

Fang Wanqing said: "Why, you're getting impatient listening to this. No, you have to let me show you what it was like. "

Zhao Chuanqi laughed: "Alright then, continue supporting."

Fang Wanqing felt that this Zhao Chuanqi was rather cute. She placed both of her hands on sher thighs, and continued, "The Arts Squadron's female soldiers continue to aim under the heavy rain, but under these kinds of weather, who would still have the mood to aim? They would just randomly shoot a few bullets in front of them and that would be the end. Furthermore, you couldn't even see where the target was. It was raining heavily, and he could barely open his eyes. His vision was blurry, and he could still see the gap and the sight. In the end, when the shooting results were announced, all the players had zero balls. However, there was only one result, and it was very inharmonious. It was actually five shots in total, with fifty rings. Think about it, it's such a bad weather that you can't even see the gap in the sight. It's so hard to hit the target, who can shoot out fifty laps? However, there was one exception! These 50 rings were created by Xiao Gong. Bureau Leader was shocked, thinking that her shooting record was like a ghost or a blind cat running into a dead mouse. Thus, he had Gong Mengran fight a group alone. This time, it's directly filled to the brim with magazines, thirty rounds of bullets. "

As she spoke till here, Fang Wanqing paused, as if the scene at that time was still vivid in her mind. Then she continued, "Gong Mengran calmly walked to the shooting line and fired ten shots with his standing posture, followed by ten shots with his kneeling posture, followed by ten shots with his gun. The last one was lying down, and the remaining ten bullets followed suit. This time, Bureau Leader personally went over to check on the target. Counting it, there were twenty-nine bullet holes, twenty-eight ten rings, and one nine rings. Only one ring wasn't the target's target. Taking a closer look, there were thirty bullet holes in the wall. However, two of the bullets seemed to have hit a single spot, as if they had hit a single eye … Bureau Leader was shocked, all the soldiers were shocked. Deputy Director officials said that there were no more than ten such Sharpshooters in China! This was a natural born sharpshooter! Just like this, the Bureau transferred Gong Mengran away from Arts Squadron, allowing her to participate in some special training so that she could become a shooting instructor. It really was like a myth, about her. Perhaps many people would not believe that in such a vile environment, one could shoot out every shot one hundred times without missing a single bullet. But it is indeed true. I have witnessed it with my own eyes. "

Zhao Chuanqi nodded: "Yes, Sharpshooters are generally born with great potential. Relying on the training of the day after tomorrow can improve your shooting skill, but you can't become a Sharpshooter. "

Fang Wanqing seemed to have suddenly thought of something: "Oh right, Xiao Gong told me before that she found a successor. He was also a Sharpshooter. She didn't tell me his name, and I didn't have time to ask. You must know his, right? "

Zhao Chuanqi laughed: "Are you talking to me?"

Fang Wanqing burst out laughing, and retorted: "You're also a Sharpshooter?"

Zhao Chuanqi said: "At that time, the slingshot was exceptionally good. Special accuracy. I don't think you can shoot a sparrow in the leg without hitting a sparrow in the head. "

Fang Wanqing replied: "Of course. It's because they can't get in at all. "

After the joke, Fang Wanqing said again: "Oh right, there's another thing. Gong Mengran will be coming over later."

"What?" Surprised and pleasantly surprised, Zhao Chuanqi quickly asked, "What is she doing here?"

Fang Wanqing's words broke through the heavens: "As for the final rehearsal. In this show, there was also her program. She sings. "

Zhao Chuanqi said: "That powerful?"

Fang Wanqing said: "You forgot, she was specially recruited to the Arts Squadron at that time. She is an all-rounder, both in the arts and in the arts. "

Zhao Chuanqi nodded his head, his heart felt as if it was infused with a mysterious power. He was extremely excited in his heart, looking forward to the arrival of the goddess in his heart.

Fang Wanqing and Zhao Chuanqi were quite lucky as they sat on chairs and chatted for twenty minutes. Until a member of the Arts Squadron came to her and told her that she had already gone through the procedures once and asked her if she wanted to start the process a second time. She then stood up from the chair, smiled at Zhao Chuanqi and left.

Gong Mengran, Gong Mengran.

Zhao Chuanqi called out this name in his heart again and again.

Fang Wanqing really did not lie to him. After about five minutes, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the auditorium.

He was dressed in his usual military uniform and a large hat. He looked valiant and valiant. She was like a dream, like an angel in a dream, appearing at the entrance to the auditorium.

When many people turned to look, they couldn't help but be stunned by her beauty and her temperament. They were deeply immersed within her beauty and refused to withdraw their gazes. She stomped majestically toward the stage. The gazes of jealousy and envy intertwined in the surroundings. Male soldiers adore and female soldiers are jealous. Her arrival was bound to dim the shining Big Star Hai Daier completely.

Zhao Chuanqi stood up and excitedly went to greet them.

When he stood in front of Gong Mengran, Gong Mengran stopped, and was startled: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Chuanqi laughed: "I came with a mission. I never thought that there would be a show by the Palace Instructor. "

"Why, do you look down on me so much?" Gong Mengran asked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanqi said: "Of course not. I just never heard you sing. "

Gong Mengran said: "I'm not good at singing, you have to be mentally prepared. If it wasn't for Bureau Leader calling me to sing, I wouldn't have dared to throw him on the stage. "

Zhao Chuanqi said: "Palace Instructor, you are really stroking your beard and crossing the river …."

Gong Mengran asked: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Chuanqi's words broke through the heavens: "Humility is excessive (Tendrils Transition)."

Gong Mengran was amused, "You still dare to act that way!? "Alright, I won't tell you for now. I need to hurry up and rehearse. When the time comes, don't let anything go wrong."

Zhao Chuanqi nodded his head, "Your singing will definitely move the entire audience!"

Gong Mengran laughed and scolded: "Go. "You're lying again!"

Watching Gong Mengran step onto the stage, Zhao Chuanqi felt as if he had just eaten honey in his heart. Her arrival immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone present. Especially when she took the microphone and tried to sing the song he'd been rehearsing, the place was strangely quiet. The scattered soldiers in the initially chaotic audience seating were all seated neatly as they stared at the gorgeous and magnificent Angel of War on the stage with rapt attention.