Sun Zeyu stood in the dean's office on the 20th floor. On the sofa behind him was an agent discussing later cooperation matters with the dean. His eyes were attracted by the red warning lights outside the window. This was the first time he saw a helicopter landing slowly on the roof of the emergency building opposite. Countless medical staff were pacing anxiously below to respond. In the night, what could be seen was a strong man holding a dying long-haired woman. He quickly disappeared from sight with the help of medical staff.
Half a month later, Sun Zeyu was working on a public service announcement with Bai Sheng, a traffic darling, in the city's largest hospital. In his spare time, he seemed to hear someone behind him say: "Why does such a good man look like a sissy?" The tone was neither cold nor indifferent, but unusually harsh. He turned his head, but no one was there.
One month later.
"Colonel Song, why do I think your voice sounds familiar?" The evil voice lingered in Song Yun's ears.
"That's enough, Sun Zeyu, go down and run ten penalty laps!" A trace of anger flashed across Song Yun's face, he glared at Sun Zeyu and turned to leave.
A certain man raised the corners of his mouth with great interest, stared at a certain woman's red earlobes, and echoed dotingly: "Okay, okay, you have the final say..."
Purpose: You protect the world and home and country, I will protect you