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[Theatrical Version]
Part 1
Zhuo Xiuyuan: "Come on, Manman, read this line of poetry."
"The road ahead is long and far, and I will seek high and low." She looked up in confusion, suddenly gripped by a rather unpleasant premonition.
Lu Manman: "What does that mean?"
Zhuo Xiuyuan smiled mysteriously. "Lu Manman belongs to Xiuyuan."
Lu Manman: "..." Master Zhuo, I haven't read much. You're not pulling my leg, are you?
Part 2
Zhuo Xiuyuan: "Manman, do you remember those two lines of classical Chinese from last time?"
Lu Manman pressed her lips firmly together. She refused to give him the chance to show off.
Suddenly, she felt an unscrupulous hand reach into her [REDACTED], feeling her up and down.
Lu Manman's face flushed red. Surrendering, she shouted, "I remember, I remember! 'The road ahead is long and far!'"
A dark glint flashed in Zhuo Xiuyuan's eyes. His voice was husky and seductive, and danger seemed to radiate from him. "No, I meant... 'I will seek high and low.'"
[Mystery Version] Why has a usually lazy street punk suddenly joined the army? What is he looking for, or waiting for, in tropical jungles, lush grasslands, lonely desert landscapes, and eerie ancient tombs? Is the awakening of his bloodline and the change in his role all just coincidence, or is there some other purpose? When everything reaches its end, what earth-shattering conspiracy will be waiting for him?
[Inspirational Version] [Military Version] This is the story of a seemingly cowardly, trouble-prone street punk, secretly full of schemes and drama, who grows into a general capable of standing on his own.
