After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Scorching sun, yellow sand.

Tiger Special Forces Company live-fire range.

The smell of gunpowder in the air hadn't dissipated yet. Zhao Tiezhu, shirtless, slammed his Type 95 automatic rifle heavily on the table.

"Ten shots, ninety-eight rings!" the target reporter announced loudly.

More than a hundred special forces soldiers were triumphant. To achieve this score on a 100-meter fixed target without sights is something that would make them stand out in the entire military region.

Zhao Tiezhu turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, his eyes defiant: "Your turn. Missing the target isn't shameful, just don't wet your pants."

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored his taunts. He slowly walked to the firing position and picked up a Type 95 rifle with one hand.

Unload the magazine, check it, and reinsert it. The movements were incredibly fluid.

He didn't lie down, nor did he hoist the rifle onto his shoulder. He held the gun in one hand, the butt against his side. He didn't even glance at the sights.

"Is this kid using a gun like a fire poker?" someone scoffed.

next second.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——"

The gunfire erupted in a frenzied, straight line. Ten bullets were fired in less than three seconds.

The entire room fell silent.

The target reporter ran over, stared at the target paper for a full five seconds, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and said in a trembling voice, "Ten shots... all hit the bullseye. Only one bullet hole."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Tiezhu rushed over and snatched the target paper.

Right in the center of the bullseye, along the edge of a massive, completely torn bullet hole, were ten layers of overlapping charred bullet holes. The bullet had traveled along the same trajectory.

"Ten bullets, all hitting the same hole?" The instructor gasped.

This is absolute gun control. It's a divine skill that defies the laws of physics.

Zhao Tiezhu broke out in a cold sweat. This was a monster.

Close-quarters combat arena.

The disgruntled special forces soldiers formed a circle.

"Good marksmanship doesn't mean you can fight." Zhao Tiezhu gritted his teeth and pointed to the three best fighters in the company. "Attack together. Don't hold back."

Four burly men formed a tactical encirclement and pounced on Zhu Xunchuan with a sharp gust of wind.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood still, one hand in his pocket.

He didn't move until the force of the punch hit his face.

He slid to the side to meet Zhao Tiezhu's heavy punch. Two slender fingers suddenly shot out and accurately poked the nerve in the inside of Zhao Tiezhu's elbow.

Zhao Tiezhu instantly lost sensation in his entire right arm, and everything went black before his eyes.

"Old Zhao, get out of the way!" A man next to him kicked out from the side.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't stop. He ducked to dodge a whip kick, then slammed his knee into the opponent's inner thigh nerve; using the momentum, he leaped into the air, clamping his legs around the third person's neck, and unleashing terrifying power from his waist and abdomen, sending him flying.

The moment he landed, a perfectly sized chop punch struck the last person right at the edge of their carotid artery.

ten seconds.

Dust flew everywhere.

The four fierce tigers, along with their most powerful weapons, lay in the yellow sand, clutching their joints and gasping for breath.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even dab his breathing out. He brushed the dust off his trousers, walked up to Zhao Tie Zhu, and extended a hand.

Zhao Tiezhu used the momentum to get up, his face flushed. He took a half step back, put his feet together, stood up straight, and gave a very standard military salute.

"Brother Chuan is awesome! I, Old Zhao, am impressed!"

Soldiers only admire the strong. These rough men have a simple set of values: whoever has the strongest fist is the boss.

One hundred and twenty special forces soldiers stood at attention in unison, their roars shaking the heavens: "Brother Chuan is awesome!"

[Ding! Gained a massive amount of Ultimate Worship Points. Balance: 268,000] System notifications flooded the screen.

Monitoring room.

Shen Yao sat in front of the screen, the purple clay teapot in his hand frozen in mid-air, unaware that a few drops of scalding tea had spilled onto the back of his hand.

"This kid..." Shen Yao swallowed hard, his voice dry, "One-handed recoil control? One-on-four in ten seconds?"

Sitting next to her, Mrs. Shen adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. In her hand, she held a file stamped with a red "Top Secret" seal.

"The background has been thoroughly investigated." Mrs. Shen flipped through the documents, her eyes shrewd. "An ordinary family, with an extremely clean record. But they have nearly a billion yuan in cash flow, and all their assets are from legal and compliant sources. We can't find any trace of overseas forces, and they're not a spy for the Ye family."

"That's a bit strange. I'll investigate further."

Shen Yao turned his head and looked at the young man on the screen who was surrounded by a crowd.

"Old Shen, this son-in-law is quite interesting." Mother Shen closed the file, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips. "He has money, he's resourceful, and most importantly, he's skilled enough to protect Tianxi."

Shen Yao snorted coldly, offering no rebuttal. He picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Noon.

The camp's bathhouse. Steam filled the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood under the showerhead and turned on the cold water. The icy water flowed down from above his head, over his clearly defined eight-pack abs, and down his long, powerful thighs into the drain.

After a morning of intense physical exertion, the surge of adrenaline had subsided considerably.

"Click".

The rusty iron door of the bathhouse was pushed open a crack and then locked from the inside.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't turn around, wiping the water droplets from his face: "Old Zhao, want to practice some more?"

There were no rough footsteps.

An extremely pleasant, sweet peach scent mingled with the humid air.

Immediately afterwards, a hot, soft body pressed against her from behind.

Two slender, fair arms encircled his strong waist, and ten delicate fingers tightened on his wet, abs.

"Brother Chuan..." Shen Tianxi's voice was filled with heartache and a nasal tone.

She was wearing the same tight camouflage vest and miniskirt she had worn the night before, completely ignoring the cold water pouring down from the showerhead, pressing her cheeks tightly against Zhu Xunchuan's broad back.

The cold water instantly soaked through her camouflage vest.

Ice and Fire.

"How did you sneak into the men's bathhouse?" Zhu Xun Chuan turned off the tap and turned around.

Shen Tianxi's eyes were red-rimmed, and water droplets clung to her long eyelashes.

"I climbed in through the back window. I saw it in the security room just now. That Zhao Tiezhu was so ruthless. Does it hurt?" she said, while reaching out her fair little hand to touch Zhu Xun Chuan's chest and arms.

"Climbed in through the back window? Is this the level of defense in the Tianjin Military Region?" Zhu Xun Chuan hooked his fingers around the edge of the camouflage skirt.

Shen Tianxi blushed: "They've all gone to eat. I don't care about any defenses, I'm only wary of those vixens outside."

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at the extremely tempting scene before him, his Adam's apple bobbing. "And you, in broad daylight at the Running Man bathhouse, are you some kind of meat bun delivered right to my door?"

Her camouflage miniskirt was soaked with water, clinging tightly to her pert buttocks. Her long, straight, and white legs stood out dazzlingly against the water-stained tiles.

"You're the one who's a pushover..." Shen Tianxi bit her moist red lips and leaned forward.

That sickly and clingy quality was fully revealed.

"You promised to cheer me up last night, but you fell asleep halfway through." She raised her small face, her eyes revealing an extremely bold fervor, her fingers tracing down the V-line of her abs. "Now that no one's bothering me, I'll continue cheering you up."

An extreme sense of immorality spread through the empty bathhouse.

Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her smooth, slender waist, lifted her up, and pressed her against the cold tile wall.

"You're not pumping air, you're using a water pump." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse and laced with a mischievous grin. "This camouflage uniform is of good quality; it should be quite a struggle to tear it."

Shen Tianxi wrapped her two long, snow-white legs around his waist, cupped his face in her hands, closed her eyes, and brought her red lips close to his.

Just as the fire was about to ignite and break through the last line of defense.

"Buzz—"

Zhu Xunchuan was internally exploding. Here we go again!!! Why do they always pick the right time?!

My phone, which was on a waterproof stand next to me, suddenly vibrated. The screen lit up.

It was a multimedia message. Before Zhu Xun Chuan could even touch it, the video started playing automatically on the screen.

In the video.

A dimly lit, vintage-style bedroom.

Pei Yanyu was wearing a wine-red, high-slit velvet dress. She lay languidly on the velvet bed, her snow-white, delicate, and perfectly proportioned thigh fully exposed from the high slit.

The camera slowly zooms in.

A slender hand with red nail polish provocatively caressed upwards from the ankle of that snow-white thigh.

Then, Pei Yanyu slowly stood up. Her stunningly beautiful face, capable of captivating all, drew closer to the camera. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, alluring and captivating, carried a deadly allure.

"You little liar, your sister's coming to catch you. Get clean and wait for me."

The bathhouse was deathly silent.

The sound of water dripping onto the tiles was clearly audible.

Shen Tianxi froze. She turned her head, her large, watery eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful and alluring face on the phone screen.

The sweet aroma of the peach instantly solidified.

A strong, sour smell and a sickly, murderous aura were rapidly spreading in the air.

She slowly released her arms from Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, and that chillingly sweet smile reappeared on her innocent face.

"Brother Chuan," Shen Tianxi's voice was soft and sweet, yet carried a chilling undertone, "Who are you waiting for if you're all clean?"

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Pei Yan Yu's alluring gaze in the video.

P.S.: The lucky winner on the 21st is [Crayon Cake] (I selected several but none of them gave a five-star review, so I changed the order several times...).