Chapter 61 First Clash

  Song Shu Yu savored her words one by one, the annoyance in his eyes gradually fading away. This little girl still had a lot of courage and charisma.

  Destroy the hidden poison in emotions and rebuild a down-to-earth relationship.

  This idea is pretty good, compared to his instinctive direct capture and then cultivate feelings, it seems to be more long-term.

  "Alright, I'll try to show you respect." He pursed his lips and swallowed back the discontent that had been resisting, making a concession.

  "Also, after the military training competition, there is a special forces selection match, I hope to participate. Previously, when I was in school for military training, I had this goal in mind. I don't want to waste my training time just because I'm now in the army. If possible, I hope you can let me and the outstanding soldiers selected from the grassroots of the army participate in the training together."

  Xiang Hong didn't give him any chance to haggle, she didn't want him to think of her as a vase or a woman who could only find her value in life by clinging to a man.

  Song Shuwei's thin lips formed a straight line, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

  He couldn't see through her anymore, he was prepared and curious about what special privileges she would ask for. He could naturally see through her little thoughts, and she was setting the stage for her next request with this attitude.

  But her request really caught him off guard - one in a million chance of being caught off guard.

  Special Forces?

  This unexpected naturalness could not affect his sincerity, and he immediately agreed with a stern face.

  But in her heart, she couldn't help but think about the intensity of that training, and was afraid that her small body might not be able to withstand it.

  After some thought, she carefully chose her words, and her clear eyes were instantly filled with profound gazes that made Shang Hong dare not meet her gaze, warm enough to make Shang Hong relax his tense nerves.

  He spoke in a tone of negotiation: "Sang Hong, I've agreed to all your conditions. I have a small request, and I hope you'll consider it."

  His serious tone made Sang Hong secretly laugh in her heart, and she tried to keep a straight face, but it still had some effect.

  "I respect your ideals and personality, and will make an effort to control any offensive behavior without your permission;"

  However, in the troops, I hope to retain the right to live by your side. Since we have feelings for each other, why not take advantage of this rare opportunity to deepen our precarious emotions?

  Song Shuyu is well-versed in the art of language and carefully seeks benefits for himself.

  As expected, Shang Hong was amused by his "hanging by a thread" exaggeration and couldn't help but smile, thinking he had a point. Just as she was about to agree, alarm bells suddenly went off in her mind, and she stared at him warily:

  "How can you specify the so-called right to reserve life by my side?"

  This won't work either, Song Shuyu felt that this girl's mind was indeed meticulous, and if she could be cultivated a bit more, she would definitely become a good negotiator in the future.

  "The intensity of the troops' training is much greater than that of the military academy, and you still want to follow the selected elite together. I'm not by your side, the training area of the troops is too large, if you get lost or faint, how can I be at ease?"

  Song Shuyu tried his best to make the words sound pleasant.

  "Is that all?" Hong asked skeptically.

  "Moreover, in order to cultivate tacit understanding, those trainings are all strong-strong partnerships. You - so weak and an outsider, probably no one will team up with you. If you want to make progress, I'm the only one who can practice with you."

  Song Shu's depression had reached the point of vomiting blood. A master like him, how could he have fallen to the point where even his sparring partners worried about being rejected by others?

  Xiang Hong listened to him say so much, all of which was for her consideration, and suddenly felt a pang of conscience, thinking that she had been a bit too harsh on this prince. Thinking about the future when he would still have to accompany her in training, she couldn't help but smile graciously:

  "Alright, I'll follow your arrangement. If I can pass the school's selection match and become a contestant in the final match, then I will have passed your initial test."

  Song Shuwei looked at her with a pleased expression and slightly hooked up the corner of his lips:

  "In order for you to stand out in your school, and for me to pass your test, I'm afraid I'll have to be a bit harsh on you. Can you promise not to cry, throw a tantrum or act spoiled?"

  "Cut it out, you're underestimating me too. I'm a renowned elastic physique who gets stronger when faced with strength. Go ahead and train with your soldiers, if I, Sang Hong, were to cry and wail, you can just go ahead and eliminate me."

  Everything went smoothly as planned for Sang Hong, and he immediately restored his true straightforward personality, proudly patting his chest.

  "Alright, it's settled then!"

  Song Shu responded with a refreshing smile, and his cold features added a touch of warmth, this little girl was really interesting.

  "Wait for me for a while, I'll pack up and come over." Xiang Hong said with a smile as soon as she achieved her goal, and quickly walked out.

  Song Shuwei was completely baffled - wasn't she still angry just a moment ago?

  He almost looked like he was about to break up with him, how could he be so happy all of a sudden! He even walked with a bounce in his step.

  How can there be such a small woman who changes her face as quickly as a book and has mood swings comparable to the changing faces of Sichuan Opera?

  ……

  Crimson feet stepped out quickly, rapidly walking out of No. 1 compound.

  She was so excited that she ignored the mysterious figure behind her.

  Her figure turned the corner of the street and disappeared, Ouyang Mengmeng stood up from the flower bed against the courtyard gate with a sly smile, looking at the photos in the high-definition SLR camera, and left nonchalantly.

  "Song Tuan, this girl is called Ouyang Mengmeng. It seems like she's been waiting there specifically to take pictures of this girl, hiding there for a long time now. The purpose of taking the picture is unclear. Do you want me to handle it?"

  Security guard notification.

  Song Shuwei shook his head: "Whatever, what big waves can a little kid stir up?"

  "But at this time going out from this courtyard, she might get into trouble. Nowadays children are cunning and you can't be too careful."

  Song Shuwen hesitated for a moment, thinking of the girl from the Ouyang family who was competing with Sang Hong for Qin Qing, as mentioned by his uncle, and shook his head casually:

  "Oh, never mind."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around to wash up and then went downstairs to eat.

  On the first floor restaurant, Song Jingzhu and his wife looked at their nephew's spirited appearance and couldn't help but exchange a knowing glance.

  "Why did you come down alone?"

  Song Jingzhu took over the hot porridge served by his wife and put it in front of Song Shuyu.

  Song Shuwei reached out and took a seat, saying calmly: "Girls have thin skin."

  "Do you really want to stay and help with military training?" Song Jingzhu's voice was full of inexplicable surprise, he was just talking nonsense, but actually letting his nephew stay here would be a waste of talent, besides, it was a school after all, and the impact needed to be considered.