Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Chapter 1891: Trained

The place where they were eating was not a bustling area. Instead, it was located in the depths of an alley near Huangchengen. They drove all the way to a courtyard house.

This used to be the residence of a high-ranking official and nobleman. Now, it had become a private restaurant that ordinary people could not book even if they wanted to.

There were already customers coming and going at the entrance. It could be seen under the twilight sky that they were all wealthy and noble customers.

The place had an antique feel to it with typical decorations that reflected the style from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Even the large chairs were made out of quality yellow pearwood.

There were jade bottles and other small ornaments displayed on shelves. They were all expensive.

Xia Jinyuan carefully pulled out a chair for Ye Jian and took Commander Xia’s coat. He hung it up himself without calling over the service staff.

When Commander Xia saw that Ye Jian wasn’t saying anything, he immediately tumed his head and said, “Little Ye, do you know why I still think about it?”

She really did not know.

Ye Jian poured some hot tea and smiled gently. “I really don’t know.” The commander in chief was so calm in private. She didn’t expect herself to no longer be nervous.

“I’s okay if you don’t remember. I won’t forget this for the rest of my life.” Commander Xia laughed heartily. “This should be considered a dark history. He caused trouble outside and I wanted to throw him to the Youth Detention Center to discipline him. Since he was so capable, he suggested making a bet

with me.”

All of a sudden, Ye Jian was hearing about a piece of Commander Xia’s dark history. This was the dark history of the highest-ranked leader in the army. She heard it without any preparation.

The situation was the same as when Xia Jinyuan mentioned Madam Xiao last time. She heard everything without any preparation.

“Each of us had ten bullets. He bet that whoever shot the perfect ten bullets would win. If I lost, I would have to run three kilometers around the field. At that time, I thought that it was impossible for me to lose. If I couldn’t hit a perfect ten, I would’ve still put up a fight.”