That day in the students' mess hall, as everyone was finishing their meals and the crowd was thinning, the leaders had already left when Jiang Yan approached the table where Lu Jun was eating.
"Colonel Lu."
Lu Jun, Yao Ziye, and the soldiers seated in the rows before and after who hadn't finished eating all looked up at Jiang Yan with a touch of surprise. They were all from the same unit and had been working together for some time now, and everyone knew that Jiang, the rich young master, was not the sort who cozied up to those in power. At least, Jiang had never been one to openly flatter the two big shots.
Seeing his chance, Gao Dashuai immediately moved over from another table with his meal box, ready to watch the drama up close.
"Is there something you need, Lieutenant Colonel Jiang?" Lu Jun asked in his usual manner—tone cool and detached, not even facing the leader, his head slightly bowed as if his focus was solely on the rice in his meal box.
