Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 224 - 223: The Overachiever Wife’s On-Site Tutoring—The Commander Is Shocked!
The library was unusually quiet.
A few students around pretended to read, but their books were upside down.
How obedient.
Isn’t this the living Yama who once made his opponent cry during sand table exercises?
Behind the bookshelf.
Zhao Tiezhu retracted his head.
He held his cheek.
Toothache.
Sour.
"Come out."
Gu Yanshen didn’t even turn his head; his voice was as cold as ice shards.
Zhao Tiezhu shivered.
He slowly moved out, still holding the Civilian Training Manual.
"Mr. Gu, what a coincidence..."
"Get far away."
Gu Yanshen closed the lid of his lunch box with a crisp "click."
"Three seconds."
Zhao Tiezhu turned and ran.
Even faster than a five-kilometer cross-country sprint.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
Lin Wan Yi packed the lunch box into a net bag.
"Why are you so harsh on him?"
"He’s noisy."
Gu Yanshen gathered the waste paper on the desk into a ball and accurately tossed it into a trash can three meters away.
Next.
He spread out a new sheet of letter paper and uncapped his fountain pen.
Sitting upright.
Like a pupil awaiting a teacher’s dictation.
"Let’s start, dear."
Lin Wan Yi opened that leather-bound notebook.
"Chapter three, concerning angle correction in mountain warfare."
She recited quickly.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but every word was enunciated clearly.
Gu Yanshen’s penmanship flew across the paper.
The scratching sound blended into a single note.
"Wait."
Gu Yanshen’s pen paused, "This parameter in the original report was 35 degrees."
Lin Wan Yi didn’t even lift her head.
"The original report cited a Soviet textbook from 1952."
She pointed her finger at the notebook.
"Those numbers were for plain frozen soil."
"This exercise was conducted in hilly red soil areas, high humidity, different friction coefficient."
"Must correct to 38.5 degrees."
Gu Yanshen was momentarily stunned.
He looked at Lin Wan Yi.
Lin Wan Yi raised her eyebrows, "Write. What are you looking at me for? Do I have data on my face?"
Gu Yanshen lowered his head.
He wrote.
Whatever the wife said was right.
The surrounding students eavesdropping exchanged glances.
What were they talking about?
Couldn’t understand.
But it sounded impressive.
"Next paragraph."
Lin Wan Yi turned the page, "The mutated Blitzkrieg theory of the German Army in the late phase of World War II, the original German version says..."
She spoke a string of fluent German.
Her pronunciation was precise.
Intonation elegant.
Gu Yanshen’s pen stopped.
He could manage basic battlefield English, but German was his blind spot.
"Why did you stop?"
Lin Wan Yi turned the notebook around, pushing it in front of him.
"This word, copy it."
Gu Yanshen gazed at the complex word.
Dutifully copied.
Ten minutes passed.
Twenty minutes passed.
That sheet of previously blank letter paper was filled densely with writing.
The handwriting was strong and powerful.
The content was astonishing.
"Finished writing?"
Lin Wan Yi closed the notebook.
Gu Yanshen shook his slightly sore wrist.
He looked at the report in front of him.
Deeper than the previous version by more than one level.
If the original was a regiment-level summary.
This one was fit to be included in division or even army-level references.
"Dear."
Gu Yanshen’s Adam’s apple moved, "You..."
"That’s the benefit of reading more books."
Lin Wan Yi stuffed the notebook back into her bag and stood up, "Let’s go, hand it in."
The two had just reached the library entrance.
Then ran into several people.
Leading them was Political Commissioner Zhou.
Behind him were a few instructors, and the previously provocative Liu Quan.
Liu Quan held a notebook, face smug with schadenfreude.
"Oh, Mr. Gu."
Liu Quan sneered, "Heard your report got soaked?"
"What to do? Political Commissioner Zhou is collecting assignments early."
Political Commissioner Zhou stood with his hands clasped behind, face serious.
"Yanshen, what’s going on?"
"I heard Sun Qian made trouble?"
Political Commissioner Zhou looked at Gu Yanshen’s empty hands (the report actually tucked under his arm), brows furrowed into a river.
"If the report’s ruined, apply for an extension."
"Though it will cost you credits, it’s better than not submitting."
He valued talent, hoping to give Gu Yanshen an out.
Liu Quan chimed in.
"Commissioner, this is an issue of attitude."
"Not securing confidential documents, caught by unrelated individuals, just negligence."
"In my opinion, not only should credits be deducted, there needs to be public criticism."
Liu Quan became more animated as he spoke.
If Gu Yanshen were disciplined, the spot for outstanding students would be his.
Gu Yanshen looked at Liu Quan, as annoying as a fly.
No words were spoken.
He directly pulled out the few sheets of scented letter paper from his armpit.
Handed them to Political Commissioner Zhou.
"Report to the chief."
"The task is complete."
"Please review."
Liu Quan’s smile froze on his face.
"Impossible!"
He shouted, "Sun Qian clearly said it was all wet! It’s only been half an hour, how could you have written thousands of words?"
"Unless you just scribbled!"
Political Commissioner Zhou ignored Liu Quan.
He accepted the report.
At first glance.
The handwriting was neat, without any corrections.
Upon second glance.
Political Commissioner Zhou’s expression changed suddenly.
He quickly read down.
The longer he read, the slower he got.
As he read, his grip tightened.
Finally.
He abruptly raised his head, staring intensely at Gu Yanshen.
"Did you write this?"
Gu Yanshen stood at attention, "The words are written by me."
Political Commissioner Zhou shrewdly grasped the key point.
"The words are yours?"
"What about the content?"
The tactical thinking in this report was too advanced.
Especially the references to terrain correction and foreign military theories, which are not covered by domestic existing textbooks at all.
Gu Yanshen turned his head.
Looked at Lin Wan Yi beside him.
"The content was dictated by my wife."
"I was responsible for recording it."
Liu Quan’s jaw dropped wide open, almost touching the ground.
Political Commissioner Zhou turned to Lin Wan Yi.
He clutched the report like it was a gold brick.
"Comrade Xiao Lin."
"Where did you get all... these data?"
Lin Wan Yi smiled lightly.
Calm and composed.
"Political Commissioner Zhou, I usually like to flip through some foreign miscellaneous books in my spare time."
"I just happened to come across a few original editions about geology and the history of European warfare."
"Just casually chatting, that’s all."
"Hope it can help."
Casually chatting?
Political Commissioner Zhou looked at the precise parameters on the paper.
This is called casual chatting?
This level far exceeds the norm!
"Great! Such great associative thinking!"
Political Commissioner Zhou excitedly slapped his thigh.
"Yanshen, you married a wonderful wife!"
"This isn’t just a capable helpmate, she’s literally a Female Zhuge Liang!"
Political Commissioner Zhou carefully folded the report and placed it in his jacket pocket.
That was right over his heart.
"I will send this report directly to the military district’s staff department."
"Liu Quan!"
Liu Quan, who was standing like a quail nearby, was startled.
"Yes!"
"You’re responsible for the library’s cleanliness this week."
Political Commissioner Zhou snorted coldly, "Learn from Mr. Gu, do more work and less talk!"
Liu Quan’s face went ashen.
"Yes..."
Gu Yanshen saluted.
"Chief, we’ll head back now."
"The child needs feeding."
Political Commissioner Zhou waved his hand, "Go ahead, don’t let the child go hungry."
Gu Yanshen took Lin Wan Yi’s hand.
Walked away with large strides.
Leaving behind a group of instructors and students, looking at their departing backs with admiration in their eyes.
Out of the library door.
Lin Wan Yi exhaled a breath.
"Mr. Gu, we stole quite the spotlight today."
"What is there to fear?"
Gu Yanshen tightly held her hand, "Even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up."
The two walked off into the distance.
In the shadows beside the library.
A figure slowly emerged.
It was Sun Qian.
Her eyes were swollen and her face was streaked with tears.
But the originally delicate face was now twisted with jealousy.
A male student wearing glasses stood next to her.
The very Liu Quan from earlier.
"Did you see?"
Sun Qian gritted her teeth, her voice squeezed out from between them.
"Her smug look just now."
Liu Quan spit on the ground.
"Damn it, this couple is too arrogant."
"Made me clean the toilets."
Sun Qian fixed her gaze on Lin Wan Yi’s distant back.
Tightly clutching a slip of paper in her hand.
She had picked it up amidst the commotion earlier.
A corner fallen from the waste paper Gu Yanshen discarded.
On it was only half a sentence.
But it was enough.
"Manager Liu."
Sun Qian turned her head, her voice eerie.
"Do you want revenge?"
Liu Quan adjusted his glasses, "What do you intend to do?"
Sun Qian stuffed the slip of paper into Liu Quan’s hand.
"This has Gu Yanshen’s handwriting."
"As long as we handle it properly..."
"That so-called ’Female Zhuge Liang’, and the ’living Yama’."
"Will be utterly disgraced."
