"Good job!" Qin Jian patted his shoulder, "I didn't expect you to really have some talent! When you grow up, take the exam for the National Defense University, and after graduation, come to the army to work!"
"No! I want to join the army when I turn eighteen! I want to be a special forces soldier, not some commander!" Ning Chenyang puffed out his little chest and said.
If An Hao knew, he would definitely say that Qin Jian was instilling some kind of heroism in him.
But Ning Chenyang was born with an extraordinary passion for weapons.
"We'll see how you do! Tired? Go wash your face, brush your teeth, and get to bed!"
"Yes, sir!"
...............
With the dawn, the wake-up call sounded.
Qin Jian looked at his son sleeping soundly in bed. This time he didn't wake him up, but changed into his training gear and went for a few laps on the field by himself.
