An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 78 "Does it look familiar?"

At the start of the opening ceremony, everyone stood up as the stirring "March of the Volunteers" resounded, its powerful melody echoing throughout the auditorium.

After the national anthem finished playing, the commander of the Nanyun Provincial Military Region walked steadily onto the podium. He was about fifty years old, with short hair that was slightly graying at his temples, yet he still stood tall and straight like an evergreen pine. He wore his military uniform with a unique air of authority, and his sharp gaze swept across the entire audience as he began to deliver his speech.

The opening ceremony proceeded smoothly, progressing to the segment where representatives from various organizations took the stage to speak.

Zhou Shiyan and his entourage came from the Capital Military Region, and Zhou Shiyan took the stage first as their representative.

They all had the same upright posture and dignified demeanor.

Zhou Shiyan stood in front of the microphone and gave a standard military salute under everyone's gaze. His movements were crisp and clean, and he looked dashing.

"Respected leaders and comrades, I am Zhou Shiyan from the Capital Military Region."

We are currently in the midst of a wave of military transformation, and the Capital Military Region has always been at the forefront of exploration. This time, we brought some advanced achievements and concepts. For example, in the field of electronic warfare, our newly developed jamming equipment can effectively block enemy communications and radar detection, and has played a key role in numerous live-fire exercises.

Furthermore, our innovative infantry coordinated combat tactics, by strengthening cooperation between squads and utilizing new lightweight fire support weapons, have greatly improved combat efficiency in complex environments such as urban street fighting.

......"

A clear and resonant male voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

Shen Xi sat in her seat, watching the man giving a speech on the stage. Her eyes, which were naturally slightly upturned when she was relaxed, now turned serious, and her expression showed a hint of solemnity.

Leaning slightly to the left, he whispered, "Hey, does this person on stage look familiar?"

Meng Youyou turned her head in confusion, "I've never seen him before," but then realized her carelessness and added, "Should I have seen him before?"

"It's nothing. He looks kind of familiar to me, but I can't quite remember where I've seen him before. Maybe I'm just confused. It's normal that you don't recognize him."

Meng Youyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joked, "They all wear the same clothes and have similar temperaments. They're all cut from the same mold, exuding righteousness. It's normal that they look familiar to you."

When I first started teaching at 624, I often mispronounced names because I had face blindness, which caused a lot of laughs.

Shen Xi smiled and said, "Maybe."

The corners of her eyes, though drooping, did not relax.

Huo Qingshan's gaze was fixed on the stage, but his attention was focused on the "whispers" of the two people beside him, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Meng Youyou's hand.

Meng Youyou noticed the change and leaned closer to complain in a low voice, "Battalion Commander Huo, you're hurting me."

When the girl said this, her expression was charming, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her features were vivid.

It was a complaint that wasn't angry.

Huo Qingshan realized what was happening and immediately loosened his grip, apologizing softly, "Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

"Dream on, there'll be a next time?"

As Zhou Shiyan's speech drew to a close, he said, "We hope to share these experiences with everyone in this exchange, learn from each other, and work together to contribute to our country's national defense!"

……

The people on stage changed several times, going up and coming down, and then a new person took their place.

It was Huo Qingshan's turn to speak.

"Respected leaders and comrades, I am Huo Qingshan from the 624th Border Defense Unit of the Panzhou Military Sub-region." Meng Youyou sat below, her hands supporting her chin, staring intently at the man speaking on the stage, her eyes sparkling.

Shen Xi couldn't stand her "obsessive look" and couldn't help but belittle her, saying, "Is it really that serious? Doesn't everyone say the same line in the first line? I've never seen you listen so attentively before."

Meng Youyou glanced at him impatiently.

Shen Xi received the danger signal and obediently muted her microphone.

"I really don't understand!"

How well have you acted in front of others? Don't you know that yourself?

"These days, people change their tune faster than the weather!"

"Fanzhou City is located in the southwestern border region of my country. It is an extremely important border town, bordering multiple countries and with a long and continuous border line."

Its unique geographical location makes it a key frontier for my country's foreign exchanges and national defense security, with an extremely important strategic position, guarding the southwestern gateway of the motherland.

The terrain here is complex and diverse, with continuous mountain ranges and towering peaks in the northwest, and dense jungles and crisscrossing rivers in the south. This complex terrain presents enormous challenges to our border defense work.

However, at the same time, our soldiers have also developed unique combat skills, especially excelling in covert operations in mountainous jungles, rapid infiltration and flanking maneuvers, and completing missions accurately and efficiently, whether climbing steep cliffs or ambushing and tracking in dense forests. Our soldiers have mastered proficient jungle warfare techniques and waterborne operations skills…”

Meng Youyou never told anyone that she loved watching Huo Qingshan speak on stage. Actually, it didn't have to be on stage; the training ground or even anywhere else would do.

That innate confidence, that fearlessness that dared to challenge anyone, that arrogance that looked down on everything—all of it startled her.

With heroic bearing and valiant spirit, he effortlessly reduced enemy ships to ashes in the blink of an eye.

This made her even more captivated.

……

After the lengthy opening ceremony, the event transitioned directly to dinner.

The first meal—which could be considered a welcome banquet in a sense—was held at the canteen of the provincial capital's people's government, a location chosen nearby, but the dishes were quite plentiful.

Steamed pork with rice flour, stir-fried minced pork with green peppers, braised pork liver with mushrooms, mashed potatoes with fermented milk, tofu rice noodles, braised pork, pork ribs stewed with radish, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, vegetable and tofu soup, and winter melon and meatball soup.

It looks... delicious and visually appealing.

After a long afternoon of meetings, Meng Youyou's previously listless spirits were now revitalized.

After all the dishes were served, the canteen staff brought each table a brown earthenware jar, the mouth of which was sealed with a red cloth.

As the seal of the earthenware jar was gently lifted, a sweet aroma wafted through the large dining hall. First came the rich fragrance of roses, followed by the mellow and sweet aroma of rice wine, smooth and lingering, causing everyone present to take a deep breath.

At this moment, the leader of the organizer stood up with a smile, raised his hand to signal everyone, cleared his throat and said: "Dear colleagues, this earthenware jar contains rose rice wine, which is unique to Ximing City. We have specially brought it here to share with you today. This rice wine has a low alcohol content, but the taste is superb. You have all traveled a long way to come today, so please feel free to try it and experience the unique flavor of Ximing."

After he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause rang out in the cafeteria.

The people at the table poured and drank wine one after another, praising it highly.

The wine was fragrant and delicious, and Meng Youyou's stomach rumbled with anticipation. She reached out to touch the earthenware jar in the center of the table.

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