Today's writing was a little unsatisfactory. If it was not written well, please forgive me. Xiaoyu had racked his brains to finish writing this chapter.
The Story of a Chopstick...
Yang Feng saw Zhuang Yan lying on the bed alone, bored. He looked especially lonely.
"Zhuang Yan, why are you so angry? Stop fooling around. Let's go back to training.”
After Yang Feng arrived at the dormitory door, he did not care about Zhuang Yan. Did he hear what he said?
"Brother Feng, if you want to train, you can go back by yourself. Anyway, I've decided not to go back.”
Zhuang Yan turned around and lay on the other side of the bed. Without looking back, I looked at Yang Feng and replied.
"Zhuang Yan, tell me, what's going on? Why aren't you going back to continue training?”Yang Feng slowly approached Zhuang Yan.
"Brother Feng, I just don't understand. There's something I don't understand. Why is Zheng Sanpao torturing us like this? What good is there in torturing us?”Zhuang Yan slowly turned around and sat up on the bed, his face conflicted.
"Zhuang Yan, even now you still don't understand why Zheng Sanpao asked us to stand in the military posture. You still don't understand the meaning of our standing in the military posture.”Yang Feng patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder and looked at the distressed Zhuang Yan.
"Why? Brother Feng, what do you mean?”Instantly, Zhuang Yan was completely dumbfounded.
Yang Feng's question had left her dumbfounded. She could not even wrap her head around it. She was still stuck on Yang Feng's words."You still don't understand the meaning of our military posture.”
"Zhuang Yan, don't think that standing in a military posture is a very painful thing. To be honest, Zheng Sanpao had us stand in a military posture for several hours. Zheng Sanpao wanted us to train our willpower. He wanted us to do something, and we must persevere until the end to win.”Yang Feng slowly advised Zhuang Yan not to think too badly of Zheng Sanpao.
Although Zheng Sanpao's mouth was very poisonous, his heart was still very good. Zheng Sanpao was a person who was the most stubborn and soft-hearted.
Zhuang Yan slowly thought about the good side of things. It was as if a window had opened in his brain. Zhuang Yan thought about it carefully and could see things very clearly.
In the end, Zhuang Yan finally understood everything.
"Brother Feng, why do you think Zheng Sanpao refused to tell us the truth?”
Zhuang Yan just couldn't understand why Zheng Sanpao did this.
"Zhuang Yan, Zheng Sanpao only wants us to become more talented and understand the meaning of joining the army. Not only to train ourselves, but also to cultivate our loyalty to the country. One had to understand one thing. One had to persevere in whatever they did and not give up easily. Actually, Zheng Sanpao only wanted to test us, to see if we could persevere.”
As a transmigrator, Yang Feng could see things more clearly than Zhuang Yan.
He understood the reason and mystery behind it.
"Then? Brother Feng, I did something wrong. Zheng Sanpao will only punish you, not me. Why would he do this?”
Zhuang Yan had yet to figure this out.
"Zhuang Yan, Zheng Sanpao just wants to tell you that we are a team, a whole. Teamwork was about teamwork, and unity was strength. Don't be like a plate of loose sand. You have to have a sense of cohesion. Because the strength of a single person paled in comparison to the strength of an entire team.”
Yang Feng made an analogy. A chopstick was the same as a handful of chopsticks.
A chopstick was easy to break, but a pair of chopsticks was very difficult to break. This was the strength of a team and the meaning of unity.
"Oh, Brother Feng, I understand.”Zhuang Yan nodded as if he understood everything.
"Alright, think about it. When you're done, we'll go find Zheng Sanpao and continue our training.”
Yang Feng patted Zhuang Yan's shoulder and walked out of the dormitory.
Yang Feng waited at the entrance of the dormitory. He needed time for Zhuang Yan to think about everything and accept everything. As long as Zhuang Yan figured everything out, Yang Feng did not have to continue persuading him.
Because it was meaningless to continue persuading him.
Yang Feng waited outside the door for about five minutes. Zhuang Yan slowly walked out of the dormitory room. He was in high spirits. There was no expression on his face like he had lost his temper just now. He looked different!
All in all, Zhuang Yan's entire aura had undergone a tremendous change.
It was a good thing that Zhuang Yan could think things through on his own.
"Alright, let's do it."
Yang Feng turned to Zhuang Yan and said.
Yang Feng took the lead and left. Zhuang Yan followed closely behind Yang Feng. Every step Yang Feng took, Zhuang Yan followed.
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