President Husband, it's too sweet

It was relatively early at this time, it was cool, and the sun was not ruthless, but Wen Yan was sweating slightly on his forehead, his lips were pale, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

At this time, Wen Yan felt a little regretful, he should have eaten as much as he had known in the cafeteria.

It's not like the stomach is growling with hunger now, and there is no strength in the whole body.

Because their instructor hadn't arrived yet, their military posture wasn't quite correct. Wen Yan spread his legs apart, planning to take a little slack.

Just as he was relaxing, a pair of broad hands appeared behind him, holding onto Wen Yan's waist, and a deep and familiar voice sounded beside his ears, "Touch your abdomen, straighten your chest, and raise your head."

Wen Yan was a little surprised when he heard this voice, why is it—Rong Yang?

He didn't hear wrong, he couldn't hear Rong Yang's voice wrongly.

He wanted to turn around, but at this time Rong Yang was beside his ear, saying in a serious manner: "Look forward, stand up straight."

Wen Yan blinked, Rong Yang, a public relations man, what is he doing?

He actually appeared on the playground where they were training and corrected his standing posture.

Just when Wen Yan thought it was a little funny, Rong Yang wearing a tall military uniform gradually appeared from his left side of sight.

Wen Yan rubbed his eyes, his eyeballs fell out of shock, he couldn't believe it, is this person in front of him Rong Yang?

After everyone saw their instructor clearly, many of them took a deep breath and exclaimed in a low voice: "The instructor is so handsome."

Rong Yang kept a cold face, without much expression on his handsome face, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone, stand still."

After finishing speaking, his eyes slipped faintly to Wen Yan's side, seeing the little rabbit's wide-eyed, surprised face full of disbelief, it's really cute.

The corners of Rong Yang's lips curled up slightly, and then he returned to his previous stern look.

Wen Yan looked at the face that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it. This person carried him to the school's grove last night, and was still in the car last night, helping him - thinking of this, Wen Yan blushed a little, but Well, Rong Yang is obviously a male publicist, how could he suddenly become their instructor?

Could it be that this person just looks a little like Rong Yang?

Wen Yan carefully looked at the handsome instructor in front of them.

He was wearing a dark green military uniform, tall and thin, with a pair of enviably slender legs, and there was almost no superfluous expression on that overly fair and beautiful face. The pursed lips made him a little colder.

The person in front of him is too good, Wen Yan rubbed his eyes again, their instructor is definitely not the male publicist like the big bad wolf, even though he looks exactly the same, but the aura is different.

Could it be Rong Yang's twin brother?

Wen Yan thought so in his heart, at this moment, Rong Yang's eyes fell on him.

"The third boy in the last row, please stand still."

Wen Yan looked around, and the third boy in the last row seemed to be himself.

If it was Rong Yang, he knew him, so he would probably call him by his name, right?

Isn't it really Rong Yang?

Wen Yan was a little ashamed to be called by the instructor to stand up, and he didn't dare to look around indiscriminately, so he stood upright.

Rong Yang saw that everyone was standing up, so he introduced himself: "This is the first military training today. Let me introduce myself. My name is Rong. Just call me Instructor Rong." Wen Yan secretly looked at the beautiful profile of the stern instructor in front of him. Face, after hearing his self-introduction of surname, he was slightly surprised, his surname is really Rong, does it mean that Rong Yang really has a twin brother?

"Today's first day, let's learn something simple first, how to stand first."

Maybe it's because Rong Yang's appearance is too good, and his appearance in military uniform is even more aggressive.

A few students in the class were nympho, staring at Rong Yang's face, they didn't want to blink.

Even some students in the next class couldn't help but sneak a peek at Rong Yang after discovering the new instructor. Looking at Rong Yang, it made Wen Yan and the other classes around them not dare to train here.

The instructors in the class next door finally understood what beauty is, a world that depends on faces.

Wen Yan stood a little uncomfortable, hungry, but under Rong Yang's sight, he didn't dare to move around, so he could only grit his teeth and persist.

But the sun was getting bigger and bigger, and Wen Yan gradually felt a little dizzy.

His stance was a bit wrong, but Wen Yan didn't know it himself, and at this moment, Rong Yang walked up to him and corrected his wrong stance.

"The toes are separated by 60 degrees, the legs are straight, the thumb is attached to the second joint of the index finger, and the hands are naturally drooping and close." Rong Yang's familiar voice rang in Wen Yan's ear.

Rong Yang corrected Wen Yan's standing posture with his hands, and Wen Yan stared at Rong Yang's thin lips with a little dizziness, feeling a little uncomfortable all over his body.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

Rong Yang stared at Wen Yan's pale lips with his dark eyes, and said in a serious voice: "Your face is so pale, it still lacks exercise."

The voice was not too loud, and the whole class could hear it. The instructor said it on the first day, which made Wen Yan bow his head in shame. He rarely exercises on weekdays, and his physical fitness is indeed poor.

But at this time Rong Yang straightened his slightly lowered head. "Look ahead."

Rong Yang's slender fingers touched Wen Yan's face, whether it was intentional or not, Wen Yan felt that the instructor's fingers in front of him seemed to be rubbing against his face.

Wen Yan glanced at Rong Yang in surprise. Looking closely, he really looked exactly like Rong Yang.

But the expressions on Rong Yang's face were almost all fox-like smiles, which always hooked his soul.

And the stern instructor in front of him had a meticulous and cruel expression on his pretty face.

Is he actually Rong Yang?

Seeing Wen Yan staring at him blankly, Rong Yang felt a little funny, but he still said solemnly: "Look at the front, don't look at me, there is no -+4-" on my face.

Wen Yan blushed, and looked forward with some embarrassment, feeling annoyed in his heart, why he couldn't take his eyes off when he looked at Rong Yang's face just now, he is really good-looking.

For some reason, Wen Yan suddenly remembered the first time he met Rong Yang. At that time, he seemed to have a similar expression as now, with no expression on his face, very indifferent.

So, he is Rong Yang, right?

But Wen Yan felt a little different, they obviously had the same face, but their temperament was different.

If it was Rong Yang, why did he pretend not to know him?

After all, they are all freshmen. They just walked out of the classroom of the third year of high school. Under the high-intensity study, their physical fitness is not very good. Standing in a military posture for 10 minutes is a bit unbearable for everyone.

Rong Yang looked at his watch, "Okay, everyone, relax on the spot, exercise your muscles and bones, pay attention, stay on the spot."

Hearing this, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost couldn't hold on any longer, but Wen Yan didn't look away, and looked carefully at the instructor in front of him.

Wen Yan's head was a little dizzy, and he was still thinking about a question, instructor, is it the male publicist Rong Yang?

Just as Wen Yan was staring at Rong Yang, at this moment, Rong Yang also looked back, Wen Yan met Rong Yang's pair of deep black eyes, and seeing those beautiful lips curled up - wiping an arc, Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat. Jump.

He is Rong Yang!

Wen Yan will never remember this familiar smile.

Why did the male PR suddenly change into their university military training instructor?

Wen Yan looked at Rong Yang in military uniform, he was extremely handsome, his figure was tall and straight, his legs were slender, straight and powerful, standing there could attract the attention of others.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Wen Yan patted himself on the head, Rong Yang must have been an actor, why was he blind just now, and felt that Rong Yang had a kind of nobility.

At this time, Rong Yang whistled, "It's time for a break, continue to stand in a military posture."

About another 10 minutes of standing, the sun is a bit poisonous.

Wen Yan's forehead was covered with fine sweat, his face was pale, his eyes were darkened, and he felt like he was about to faint.

Just when Wen Yan felt that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore, the instructor finally said: "Okay, rest, if you need to go to the bathroom, hurry up, 5 minutes."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and one after another went to rest in a cool place, picked up their water bottles to drink water, and those who went to the toilet went to the toilet.

Wen Yan didn't buy water, but at this time, Rong Yang walked up to him, "You look a little strange, did you not eat breakfast?"

Wen Yan was a little surprised that Rong Yang could tell that he hadn't eaten breakfast.

"Drink some water, remember to have breakfast next time." Rong Yang handed Wen Yan a bottle of water.

Holding the water, Wen Yan felt warm in his heart, but he didn't want to. After Rong Yang gave him the water, he turned and went in another direction, saying hello to the instructor in another class.

Wen Yan was a little confused, so, is he Rong Yang?

After drinking some water, he quickly started training again.

Everyone came out of the shade with some reluctance.

Wen Yan stood up. Although he was hungry, the strength seemed to have subsided. Fortunately, there was no such thing as fainting on the first day.

Rong Yang walked slowly, looking around row by row, to see if anyone was not standing properly.

Wen Yan was absolutely right about that smile just now, he must be Rong Yang.

Wen Yan looked at Rong Yang secretly, and found that he was really good at pretending.

It really looks like a teacher.

Wen Yan didn't know that Rong Yang didn't do a good job in male public relations, but went to their university to become an instructor, and even became the instructor of their class, it's really——Wen Yan didn't know what to say.

Obviously, this person used his mouth to help him last night. Thinking of the scene last night, Wen Yan couldn't concentrate, especially when he saw Rong Yang standing not far from him with his thin lips pursed.

Moreover, Rong Yang just pretended not to know him!

Wen Yan felt that Rong Yang's acting skills could be mixed in the showbiz, and being a male publicist was really a shame.

However, Rong Yang must have cared about him just now, so he handed him a bottle of water.