Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 967

Chapter 967: Chapter 840: The End

"Dismissed!"

As the command fell, Zhang Guoqing immediately turned around and ran for the dorm.

"Wait for me, what’s the rush!"

Zhang Guoqing rolled his eyes to the sky. Of course he was rushing back to hug his wife. Still, he slowed his steps to let Yi Jiefang catch up.

"Tell me, should I go to your place first, or go home?"

The few guys beside them burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? You don’t get it. Once he goes home, they’ll definitely have meat waiting to welcome him."

Mouse joked, "Aren’t you afraid they’ll kick you out if you go there?"

Yi Jiefang shot him a disdainful look. "Xiao Wu already invited us last night. They’d be embarrassed to chase us away. You guys going or not?"

As soon as the big guy heard "meat," he swallowed his saliva. "Wouldn’t it be bad for so many of us to show up? Is it far?"

Oh right, only now did everyone remember that last night Zhang Guoqing had invited everyone, but other than his work address, who knew where his home was?

"Brother Wu, where do you live?"

Yi Jiefang looked at Zhang Guoqing in amusement—let’s see how you answer that.

Zhang Guoqing kicked the troublemaker who was just there for the drama. "You get on a bus as soon as you leave the gate, how far can it be? Da Yi and I both live in the army family compound. Why don’t you come back with us today and pack the place out?"

Yi Jiefang stared at him, dumbfounded. This guy could even say that with a straight face?

"Next time. We won’t disturb your family reunion this time." "Young Master Li"—Li Guangming—glanced at a few comrades in amusement and was the first to decline.

Among this batch of comrades, not everyone was unaware of Zhang Guoqing’s background. But since he never brought it up, those who knew also didn’t spread it around.

Maybe when they first arrived, a few guys had a bit of a problem with Zhang Guoqing, thinking he’d just married well. But he proved himself with his own strength, so what was there to say?

"Hahaha, fine, next time then. I also have to rush home once by train before reporting in. You all have to write me letters later."

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile at the big guy. He had to reply to a pile of letters every month anyway; a few more wouldn’t make a difference.

The whole building’s dorm rooms each finished packing their luggage. Whether leaving now or at night, they all headed in an orderly fashion to the school gate to say goodbye on the parade ground.

Everything that could or should be said had pretty much been said over the last two days. Now they just waved, told each other to take care, and that was that. Zhang Guoqing and Yi Jiefang couldn’t be bothered to wait for the bus that hadn’t come yet; they took a shortcut first.

"The hardest part is finally over." With no outsiders around, Yi Jiefang dared to speak his heart.

Zhang Guoqing agreed with a sigh. "Yeah, it wasn’t easy at all. Luckily it didn’t last too long."

"Say, looking like this now, do you think I can still get a wife?"

Zhang Guoqing didn’t even have to look back at his buddy dark as charcoal to know what expression he was wearing. He immediately stabbed him. "Not for another two or three years at least. Tough luck."

Yi Jiefang shot him a glare. "You’re not much better. Watch out or my sister might dislike you."

"Get lost. My wife cares about my inner qualities. Know what inner qualities are? Like your big brother here!"

"I know—inner qualities of a dog shedding its skin." Before he even finished, he took off running.

"You little brat, just you wait!"

"We’re gentlemen. Gentlemen talk, they don’t fight."

"Wrong—I’m a soldier. I like speaking with my fists."

The two horsed around for a bit, backpacks on their backs, arms slung over each other’s shoulders, squeezing together to mutter away. Thankfully it was noon and the place was remote; under the blazing sun, there were almost no passersby. Otherwise people’s eyes would be popping out—what kind of soldierly image was this?

After walking quite a while, they got on the bus. Neither of them went for seats. Ever since they’d put on this uniform, they understood they’d probably be giving up seats in the future anyway, so they might as well stand.

At the Big Courtyard gate, under the tree shade being roasted by the sun, stood one adult and three kids with an oil-paper umbrella.

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