CHAPTER 282: CHAPTER 240

In the dream, ten years later, the world developed rapidly. Skyscrapers sprang up from the ground, smartphones, computers, cars, and airplanes were widespread among the public. The advancement in high technology was especially suited for the army. In the information age, it facilitated highly effective training and diversified improvement in the army’s combat plans and efficiency.

A hundred years later, the world had undergone a qualitative leap. Humanity was ready to venture into space. The ground was no longer the only pathway; there were tracks in the air, intersections in every corner of the world. Mobile phones and computers had exited the stage of history, and humans had begun using early versions of smart brains.

When he died, the country still had only a rudimentary plan. He believed it wouldn’t be long before those old folks would definitely carry out research. Those stubborn conservatives couldn’t resist for too long; it was just a matter of time, after all, the interests of the majority were more important than the few.

"I’ve made up my mind, going to a military academy is my only way out." He would still climb towards that pinnacle in his dream, but he chose a different path because he needed to protect the person he loved.

Lan Tian curled up the corners of her lips, her smile deep with meaning, "I hope you won’t regret it, you’ve heard what Su Qing said, it’s easy to leave the army but hard to return. Studying in the military academy takes at least two years, and by the time you come back, things would have cooled down, and what you painstakingly built in the third company would’ve become someone else’s possession, it’s nearly impossible to take back. By then, you’ll have nothing left, do you still want to go? It might as well stay here, perhaps someday Commander Qian and the others will think of a way to get you back."

Suddenly, Mo Junhua pinched Lan Tian’s face, "Are you worried about me? I’m very happy, girl."

Who cares about you, shameless.

"If I were to go to Beijing, the person I’d worry most about leaving behind is you, girl. After we are married, we would seldom be together, and even be in different places." Without knowing when, Mo Junhua grabbed Lan Tian’s hand and fondly played with it in his palm, "It would be great if we could go to Beijing together. You could attend university there, and I could be at the military academy, and we could see each other every week."

The more Mo Junhua talked about it, the more he felt this plan was excellent. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at Lan Tian, "Girl, why don’t you also go to Shanghai and attend university there?"

Lan Tian didn’t mention to him her need to go to Beijing with Mr. Ji for treatment. A female Bloodthirsty Worm could be eradicated in no time, at most half a month. Mr. Ji also mentioned that he had arranged a school for her in Beijing, but Lan Tian was not planning to go.

Lan Tian didn’t want to leave Shanghai; Grandma Sun, Mo Yuanle, Zhao Li, they were all here; this was her home, her roots. Jingli University had reserved a place for her; she could just go there next spring.

"I won’t leave Shanghai; the matter of going to Beijing for school, you can go alone!" Lan Tian pulled her hand away, "Take good care of your health, don’t wait until the day comes when your body hasn’t recovered—it would all be in vain. Take good rest, I’ll leave first."

Mo Junhua could only watch tearfully as Lan Tian left, putting away his pitiful expression the moment she walked out.

Su Qing had talked to him about recent events; Ji Feng, that little pretty boy, wanted to steal his girl. The girl cured that smelly brat Ji Feng’s illness after he had been sick for over twenty years, and even with a poison inside him, he just wouldn’t die, indeed a hard life. She even wanted to go to Beijing to treat Ji Feng’s grandpa just because he’s Ji Feng’s grandpa, disregarding everything else, wasn’t she afraid of getting involved in karma?

In the end, to him, that pretty boy Ji Feng seemed to hold a more important place in her heart! This realisation really bothered Mo Junhua.

Mo Junhua would be utterly failing his role as Cold-faced Yama if he still didn’t realize by now that everything he discovered in his dreams was from his previous life. He was deeply concerned about what happened between Ji Feng and the girl after his past self died, causing the girl to be so protective of him. Mo Junhua felt unhappy; his woman harboring feelings for another man, what a mess.

It was probably for the best not to go to Beijing. If they went there, that Ji Feng would likely hover around the girl every day. As time went by, the girl might soften her heart and truly leave him for Ji Feng, the young man, and he would have nowhere to cry. The treasure he had nurtured in the palm of his hands, why should he let someone else take it away?

After recuperating for a week, Mo Junhua was bouncing around, tough enough to punch a deer to death in one blow. Su Qing had run out that day and hadn’t returned yet. Lan Tian guessed he might have gone back to the camp to find his comrades and persuade Mo Junhua to give up the idea of attending the military school in Beijing.

Having recuperated for a few days, Mo Junhua’s scars had faded a lot; they were hardly noticeable without close inspection. His body having recovered meant it was time for the two of them to leave this place.

With less than a month until the military academy started, Mo Junhua still needed to return to the headquarters to apply, which made the timing tight. Lan Tian packed their belongings, which wasn’t much; they only had a few clothes, all fitting into one bundle, as the problematic items they brought earlier were already consumed.

The four soldiers originally from the farm reluctantly said goodbye to Mo Junhua. They had been in the countryside for many years, and it was the first time they had such excitement. It would be quiet again, which they were unaccustomed to.

Commander Qian felt guilty; he hadn’t been able to help Mo Junhua, yet his family had gained a lot from the information Mo Junhua provided. Mo Junhua had spent over a decade with Commander Qian and knew his thoughts well. Seizing the moment, Mo Junhua filled out the application and handed it over for approval.

Commander Qian looked at the application report for a long time before finally approving it. Truth be told, if it hadn’t been for the incident of sending Mo Junhua to the farm, Commander Qian wouldn’t have let him leave. Given Mo Junhua’s current situation, if he didn’t let him go, Mo Junhua might have ended up staying at the farm for life, unless the Chu Family in Beijing collapsed, creating a chance for Mo Junhua to be reassigned.

Under the current circumstances, attending the military school was a good option, although it couldn’t compare to the military achievements earned directly from combat. Still, it was a pathway.

"Have you really decided to go to military school?" Commander Qian was truly reluctant to let him go; he had personally groomed this soldier, his finest one. The military department was full of corrupt officers who couldn’t stand others outshining them. The more talented a person was, the more they wanted to destroy them, or turn them into obedient pawns under their control.

If only his family held high power and influence; then, he could promote or dismiss anyone as he wished, silencing anyone who dared defy him by ruining their entire family.

Unfortunately, Shanghai was not under the Qian family’s control; many military talents were buried by their hands.

"I’ve made up my mind, Commander. I don’t want to stay on the farm, farming all my life," Mo Junhua said calmly.

"As long as you’ve thought it through, brother, I owe you an apology," Commander Qian suddenly apologized to Mo Junhua, "No matter when you return, the doors of the troop will always be open for you."

"Commander, you have done nothing wrong; you’re not to blame. Many things are beyond our control, no need for guilt, I understand," Mo Junhua patted Commander Qian’s shoulder. "Without you, Commander, I wouldn’t have achieved what I have now. Back then, I also started with nothing and worked my way up step by step. Let’s just consider it starting over. Besides, I’m still young and can afford to."

The two reminisced about their time in the troop, recalling their brotherly bonds and their passionate youth. Time spares no one; over a decade had passed in a blink. Commander Qian patted Mo Junhua’s shoulder, conveying an unspoken understanding.