Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 88 - The Fox's Tail

“…Will you really wait for me?” Shehnaaz suppressed her sobs and pressed her ear to the phone.

“Mhmm.”

“Ok, I’ll be quick! Wait a minute!” Shehnaaz put down the phone and shot into the bathroom like a firecracker to turn on hot water and scrub her face quickly. She then took
another towel and rushed out while wiping her face.

“Uncle Sid! Are you still there?” Shehnaaz frantically picked up the phone.

“Here.” Sidharth flipped another page of the National Defense bulletin,

“Speak.”

Shehnaaz was frazzled when he continued the call and too shy to ask her anything overly personal. She pondered for a long time before uttering, “Uncle Sid, when will you come back?”

Shehnaaz hadn’t seen him for a long time and found that she really did seem to miss him. Sidharth didn’t take
his eyes from the National Defense bulletin and casually said, “Once I finish business.”

Shehnaaz gaped, unable to ask any further. He already said it was business and that wasn’t something he could easily disclose to anyone due to classification. Shehnaaz was a little dejected. She flopped over on the ground and laid on the fluffy white sheepskin rug to stare at the beige ceiling above her head. She asked scrupulously, “Well, can you
come back in two weeks?”

Her vacation was only two weeks. It’d be great if Uncle Sid could come back by then. Sidharth casually leaned on
the sofa and his strapping body was so huge that the spacious single-seater became cramped.

“I’ll have to see.” Sidharth’s hand paused, then steadily flipped another page of the bulletin.

Shehnaaz couldn’t hold herself back anymore and drew out her “Ohhhh.” Her disappointment was obvious.

“What? You want me to come back?” Sidharth kept his head down and flipped through the pages of the bulletin to quickly browse through all types of important international exchange events taking place in the India recently.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you in so long.” Shehnaaz pouted and grabbed a little panda plush from the bed to hug tightly.

“Why do you want me back? You want morning training again?” Sidharth asked with composure.

Shehnaaz, “…”

What? Get the out of here, morning training!

“Mhmm, since you’re back on the base–in the morning, do 10 kilometers of cross-country racing, 50 chin-ups, 100 abdominal curls, 100 shots of target practice, 50 reps of weight lifting. Remember to do this everyday.” Sidharth arranged a morning training regime for her
without mercy.

Shehnaaz shot up and said with total seriousness, “Uncle Sid, the air quality hasn’t been great lately because of the
heavy pollution, so I’m not going to go cross-country racing. If I get sick from running it’ll only be trouble for Brother
Sandeep.”

“That’s fine too, there’s a treadmill in my gym on the third floor. Remember to run in the gym everyday, the treadmill will record the steps and I’ll check it when I come back.”

Sidharth wasn’t easily deceived.

Shehnaaz pursed her lips, “Oh, I’m hungry now, it’s time for lunch. Uncle Sid, we’ll talk when you get back.” She
neatly hung up.

Sidharth head the click from the other line and smiled faintly as he shut off his phone to prepare to go to a meeting. Just as he was about to leave, his phone strangely rang once. It was the sound of a text from the encrypted line. He froze.