"Xue Chen, you should rest for now. I'll handle him. The results will be immediate." As Qian Feng spoke, he bent down, but instead of massaging the other person's feet, he took a silver needle from his pocket.
"No need, I can massage them myself, haha..." Lin Ran forced a stiff smile.
"Are you sure? Foot massages are my specialty." Qian Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely, definitely, without a doubt." Lin Ran gritted his teeth. What exactly was Qian Feng trying to do? Hadn't he always liked people like Xue Chen before?
Practicing with Guns
After a week of adjustment during military training, everyone was horrified to discover that they had actually grown used to being tortured like this. They even dared to joke with the instructors now, and quickly got along with them.
"Xue Chen, with your build—both your height and proportions—you're well suited to be a soldier. Interested?" After blowing the whistle for a break, Instructor Li walked over to Xue Chen. His gaze was full of admiration.
"Uh, thank you for the offer, Instructor. Although answering the nation's call is every citizen's duty, my ambitions lie elsewhere. Thank you for your kindness." Xue Chen gave a bitter smile and shook his head. He had once entertained such thoughts, but after both his parents died and he entered the business world alone, struggling for years, that idea had gradually faded.
This was an era of peace. If he wanted to rise higher, he would at the very least need to earn some class of meritorious service. He did not think he possessed the kind of genius intellect needed to develop major national projects such as nanotechnology or nuclear submarines.
Since he could not do that, why force himself?
He truly liked military life, but he had already lost