Has This Yue Lao Ever Practiced Grappling in the Army?

Lei Zhanwu, a platoon leader who was born as a scout, has only had iron-blooded, hard-core, and practicing the life sect of death until death in his twenty-five years of life! Until the day when he was a new recruit in the company, he was hit by a flying figure at the corner of the stairs and was knocked out of his head—— Looking down, Xiaobing Tao Ci was rubbing the tip of his red nose with tears in his eyes! A big hole was cut in his steel-cast heart on the spot. However, the romance of Northeast rough guys is comparable to a grenade opening a bottle cap—— It was all an accident! ! ! Wanting to show off the domineering power of the platoon leader, Tao Ci almost died with a chokehold hug from behind; Trying to imitate the instructor and touching his head gently, he plucked out three of the other person's hairs with a wave of his hand and pretended to be calm: "Your hair... Is lacking in calcium?" Hearing that the other party was not full, he carried twenty kilograms of compressed biscuits overnight and stuffed them seriously into Tao Ci's closet: "Save some food, it will be enough for you to survive the end of the world." The whole army is betting: When did Platoon Leader Lei turn his secret love into an assassination? Tao Ci held the notebook titled "How to Prevent Targeted Strikes from Platoon Leaders" and shivered in the middle of the night! "Is this person sick?... Didn't I just hit him? That's it!" Lei Zhanwu, on the other hand, was crazily drawing lines on "The Psychology of Love" with his thick eyebrows furrowed: "The book says that moderate physical contact can enhance intimacy... Then tomorrow, let's try to carry him up the 400-meter obstacle course!"