Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 262 - 261: The Living Yama Under Siege by His Brothers: Hurry and Have Your Wife Draw Me a Sheep
The liveliness of the Peking University Staff Family Courtyard finally dissipated with the arrival of night.
Su Qing held her son Xiao Hu’s hand tightly, clutching a piece of paper that had been envied by countless children—a picture of "Lazy Sheep"—as they returned to their true home—the military compound.
As soon as they stepped into the compound, a sense of sternness hit their faces.
"Charge!"
"First battalion, hold the left wing! Second battalion, follow me!"
A dozen or so teenage boys, wearing faded old military uniforms and holding wooden "guns," were "charging and fighting" on the yellow earth.
The leader was a dark-skinned boy called "Shi Tou," whose father was the head of the third regiment and the leader of this group of kids.
Shi Tou immediately spotted Xiao Hu entering the compound.
He also noticed the colorful paper in Xiao Hu’s hand.
"Stop right there!"
Shi Tou stuck his wooden gun into the ground, blocking Xiao Hu’s path.
The group of "little soldiers" behind him quickly surrounded Xiao Hu.
"Xiao Hu, what’s that thing in your hand?"
Shi Tou squinted and gestured toward the picture.
"All flashy and girly!"
"Hahaha!"
The kids behind him burst into laughter.
In the military compound, boys only played war or wrestling. Anyone who liked flowers and plants would be laughed at until their teeth fell out.
Xiao Hu’s face turned bright red.
He remembered how he was revered in the Peking University Courtyard.
Summoning his courage, he unfurled the picture in front of Shi Tou with a "whoosh."
"This is Lazy Sheep!"
Shi Tou’s mocking voice got stuck in his throat.
The laughter behind him also suddenly stopped.
All the "little soldiers" froze in their movements.
They stared intently at the paper.
The bright white body, the thick black lines, the cute "poop" hairstyle on its head.
Everything seemed like a piece of colorful stone crashing into their dusty world.
"What... what is this thing?"
One child asked, stammering.
Shi Tou said nothing.
He snatched the picture from the stunned Xiao Hu’s hand.
"Hey! Give it back!" Xiao Hu panicked.
Shi Tou ignored him completely.
He examined the picture closely, turning it over and over.
Initially, he looked disdainful.
Then, curious.
Finally, it turned into sheer possessiveness.
He carefully rolled up the picture, stuffed it into his chest, handling it as if concealing a secret document.
Then he patted Xiao Hu’s shoulder and announced in an unprecedented solemn tone.
"This thing belongs to me now."
"Why!" Xiao Hu protested.
"No reason! Just because my fist is bigger than yours!" Shi Tou flaunted his dark fist.
This ignited the powder keg.
"Shi Tou! Why should it be yours!"
"I want to see it too!"
"Give it to me! I’ll trade you with my dad’s bullet shell!"
The kids who had just mocked it as "girly stuff" instantly turned against Shi Tou, crazily rushing towards him.
A fierce "world war" over the ownership of "Lazy Sheep" erupted on the compound’s open ground.
That night.
Shi Gang, the leader of the third regiment, sensed something was off as soon as he arrived home.
His wife greeted him with a worried expression.
"Dear, you should go take a look, Shi Tou is causing a scene."
Shi Gang frowned and pushed open his son’s bedroom door.
He saw his fearless and daring son lying in bed, hiding his head under the blanket.
He hadn’t taken a single bite of dinner.
"Shi Tou! What tantrum are you throwing now!" Shi Gang’s voice boomed like a bell.
A muffled voice came from under the blanket.
"Dad, I want the sheep!"
"What sheep?" Shi Gang was puzzled.
"It’s the one... with poop on its head!"
Shi Gang: "..."
It took him half an hour to piece together the story from his wife’s and son’s laments.
A picture.
A picture of a strange sheep that came out of nowhere.
His son had fought over it, and the picture was torn into two halves.
Now, his son is on a hunger strike to protest over half a torn painting.
Shi Gang was so angry his blood pressure soared.
"Not eating because of a painting? You useless thing! I’ll beat you to death!"
He picked up a belt.
But before he could act, the wife from next door at the Zhang Family of Second Unit knocked on the door.
"Old Shi! Is your Shi Tou also acting up because of that painting?"
"Isn’t that right! My kid too! He’s cried himself hoarse!"
Soon after, families of officers from the First Unit, Second Unit... everyone living in this area came knocking.
The situation was surprisingly consistent.
The entire military compound was in chaos because of a non-existent sheep.
Early the next morning.
Su Qing’s husband, Old Chen who works in logistics, was blocked as soon as he got to the office.
The one stopping him was Shi Gang, the leader of the Third Unit.
Shi Gang wore a scowl, followed by several captains and lieutenants who usually have their noses in the air.
"Old Chen." Shi Gang got straight to the point. "Did your wife bring something back from Beijing University yesterday?"
Old Chen’s heart skipped a beat.
"Mr. Shi, it’s... just a painting by the kids..."
"A painting?" Shi Gang’s voice rose. "I ask you, what’s the background of the person who painted this?"
A captain behind him chimed in, "Is there some complicated social background? We’ve never seen this style of art before, it needs ideological review!"
Old Chen was so scared his legs went weak.
He quickly explained, "No, no! It’s just Mr. Gu’s family, Lin Wan Yi! She’s a top student at Beijing University, painted it for fun for the kids!"
"From Gu Yanshen’s family?"
Shi Gang was momentarily stunned.
The officers behind him also exchanged looks.
The atmosphere went silent.
After quite a while.
Shi Gang’s blackened face squeezed out an expression more miserable than crying.
He leaned closer to Old Chen, lowering his voice like a thief.
"Well... Old Chen."
"Can you... talk to your wife..."
"Ask Mr. Gu’s family... to do a painting for my Shi Tou too?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the captain behind him chimed in immediately.
"And my family! Two paintings! I’ll trade a bottle of special Maotai!"
"Use mine! I have two packs of good cigarettes!"
A group of iron-blooded officers, who were just about to conduct "ideological reviews", now looked hopeful, like school kids begging for candy.
Old Chen was utterly bewildered.
Meanwhile.
National Defense University, tactical simulation field.
Gu Yanshen single-handedly took down an entire reinforced platoon of "enemies."
As the smoke cleared.
He took off his helmet, his handsome face expressionless.
The ground was littered with "corpses," cries of anguish filled the air.
Zhao Tiezhu crawled out from the pile of "dead", dusting himself off with a defiant look.
"Gu Yanshen! You punk, your moves were too ruthless!"
A group of "eliminated" cadets got up and surrounded Gu Yanshen.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Newcomers thought another brawl was about to erupt.
But Zhao Tiezhu walked up to Gu Yanshen without mentioning another round of fighting.
He cleared his throat and yelled at the top of his lungs, shaking the entire space.
"Gu Yanshen!"
"You punk, that’s too low!"
"Aren’t we brothers?!"
Gu Yanshen looked coldly at him, saying nothing.
"If we’re brothers, you can’t hog it all!" Zhao Tiezhu’s voice was ear-piercing.
"That sheep your wife painted! Happy Sheep? Lazy Sheep?"
"Make a few for the brothers too!"
"My kid nearly tore the roof down yesterday over this!"
After he shouted this.
Behind him, the group of officers just "defeated" by Gu Yanshen nodded wildly like chickens pecking at rice.
"Right! Old Gu! Help us out!"
"My son said if there’s no painting, he’ll jump in the river!"
"Just one! Just one!"
A group of iron-blooded men, unyielding on the battlefield, collectively surrounded the "living Yama," pleading softly for the sake of their kids.
Gu Yanshen stood at the center of the encirclement.
On a face cold enough to drop icicles, no emotion was visible.
Only the hand hanging by his side, which had been pointing out strategy on the map moments ago, unknowingly tightened slightly.
