Kind-hearted, straightforward. This was the impression Xiong Changgui gave to himself.
It seemed as if, at this moment, Nie Zhenbang found himself remembering the time when they were rookies in training and Yao Yuan was intimidating the team. That guy, standing in the playground, speaking Mandarin with a thick Southern accent, said: "Instructor, why do you look down on us newbies? I'll compete with you. Isn't it just ten laps? I can also carry 40 kilos. I'm used to running in the mountains anyway."
It seemed as if he could see that same teenager, now in tears in the tropical jungle. It seemed like the time before he left the army when Qin Lang shouted fiercely at him and the guy just stood silently beside him, clenching his fists.
A rural young man who was extremely introspective and pent up his feelings. Nie Zhenbang could not understand how it could be Xiong Changgui who got into trouble.
