Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

I don't know if Liang Zhiqiong has been rolling in the quagmire today, even in the "dirty crowd", she is still very conspicuous.

The training uniform was covered with black muddy, the original beautiful face now became a big flower face, dark, not looking like mud, but like black ore, once on the face, then wipe, finger marks and scratches Both are exceptionally obvious.

Seeing Mo Shangjun leaning her head towards her, Liang Zhiqiong blinked, her bright eyes were full of gossip and curiosity, and she seemed curious about their encounter with the group who came back early.

Originally a peerless beauty, so embarrassed right now, Mo Shangyun thought of this contrast, he did not really want to take care of her, and simply ignored it.

When she turned her head, she didn't see her hint.

Liang Zhiqiong pouted his lips, feeling a sense of coldness.

Soon came to the entrance of the cafeteria.

After the team stopped, everyone smelled the food.

Liang Zhiqiong felt hungry, but he looked down at his dusty dirt and wiped his unclean hands.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Liang Zhiqiong raised his voice and shouted, "Report, can I wash my hands?"

"No."

Wei Nan glanced at her in the team and answered decisively and simply.

Liang Zhiqiong lowered his eyelids in disappointment.

Soon, Wei Nan took out the timer and said, "Three minutes."

Once finished, press the button and start timing.

Ruthless enough!

Before entering the door, it started!

Immediately, the students who had not eaten normal meals in a few days rushed into the cafeteria like a hungry wolf.

Poor Liang Zhiqiong, although he took advantage of the length of his legs to quickly find a seat, but when he picked up the chopsticks, he found that the dirt and mud brush fell down, and he covered the thin layer of the meal.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..." Fuck, can't I have a clean meal when I come back?

"Hurry up."

Mo Shangyun, who was sitting opposite her, reminded her when she saw her dazed.

"Oh."

It was found that Mo Shangyun was just opposite Liang Zhiqiong, and he responded weakly, and then stuffed the food directly into his mouth.

Even if it is stained with dust and dirt, it is a hot meal after all. If you miss this meal, you will have to wait for tomorrow.

Liang Zhiqiong began to plan the meal desperately.

She believed that if her dad saw her like a ghost, she would definitely drag her out of the army.

However, it does not matter.

Anyway, her father couldn't see it.

In the past, outside the army, Shan Zhen Haiwei could not satisfy her, but now it is only a simple or even cheap meal, which makes her extremely satisfied.

It was too hungry. Before, Liang Zhiqiong, who had to rush for three minutes before eating, resolved the food cleanly in less than two minutes.

The ink on the opposite side looked up at her, and asked, "Do you want another one?"

Liang Zhiqiong froze, then blinked, "Are you full?"

"Ok."

Faintly, Mo Shangjun pushed his meal to Liang Zhiqiong.

They eat at noon, and sleep again in the afternoon, not much consumption, not to mention worry, Mo Shangyun is not hungry.

What's more, Liang Zhiqiong should have been hungry enough for the past few days, it's better to leave it to her.

Don't care if it was eaten by Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong thanked him and continued to gobble up.

Mo Shangyun looked at Liang Zhiqiong as a ghost and couldn't help but feel funny.

She still remembers that when she first saw Liang Zhiqiong, Liang Zhiqiong's arrogant and arrogant appearance, she was free from the spoiled young lady at home. As a result, in just one year, the former tall lady was now more and more More and more embarrassed, became a person who eats the leftovers of others and does not disdain, or even frowns, but is happy.

The change is huge.

Such Liang Zhiqiong, anyone who cares about her, should not want to see it.

Especially since she was a child, she was taken care of by the palm.

At the last minute, Liang Zhiqiong resolved the dishes of Mo Shangjun.

In the end, in order to hurry, she even moved her hands. She thought that her hands were too dirty and wanted to clean them. At this time, she didn't care about anything.

Dirty is dirty, the food is still delivered to the mouth.

After eating for a minute and a half, Liang Zhiqiong ate completely, and when he hurried to gather, he was very satisfied.

——It's been a long time since I felt like eating.

—Now she wants to take a good rest.

God is fair, Liang Zhiqiong's first article is satisfied, and the second article is not considered.

After gathering again, because they were so dirty, they were all sent to take a shower.

Xu Shi took into account that they had not taken a bath for a few days, and it took a little longer. So this time, although it was still the rule of "three minutes for male students and five minutes for female students," they did not urge them. The whistle let them out.

After taking a bath thoroughly and putting on clean clothes, the students changed completely.

When he came out, Mo Shangjun saw Liang Zhiqiong clean and refreshing, and finally no longer "wear colored glasses" to watch Liang Zhiqiong.

Of course, Liang Zhiqiong knows nothing.

As soon as they finished the shower, they were taken to class.

The evening class starts at 8 o'clock, but this does not mean that they will take one hour less class, but that the get out of class time is delayed by one hour, until 11:40 in the evening.

This compact arrangement caused the students to almost collapse.

Five days in the wild, some luck and good physical fitness, maybe a little physical strength on the fifth day, but more students have long been exhausted, and the self-consolation of "resting immediately" has lasted until now. Not only can I not take a break now, but I have to take classes in a trance!

They can't wait to tear up all the notebooks in their hands.

Of course, they dare not.

Perhaps the instructors have been scolded thousands of times in my heart, but we still have to stare at the tiredness and tiredness of the whole body and sit seriously at the desk to listen to the lesson.

No way, you have to listen.

Today is a lesson-less lesson, and he will deduct points according to your notes, and will check at any time, and his lectures are fast, many knowledge points to be tested, he has gone through it once, once he is distracted, Probably guarantee that you will fail the test.

This month is not over yet, most of the students are detained for a few minutes. If they do not listen to the class at this time, it is estimated that they will be able to leave in a few days.

Only Mo Shangyun is an alternative, still lying on the desk and sleeping.

After taking a nap in the afternoon, Mo Shangyun was actually full of energy and not sleepy at all, but as soon as he saw Bu Yirong, he thought of the conversation overheard on the stairs.

She had a lot of problems in her head. Now that she has such a thing again, she has no intention of attending the class.

Seeing step by step, she couldn't stop being upset.

It's better to go to bed and add some energy.

Unfortunately, she didn't sleep well.

When you close your eyes, this morning's battle.

The two strong men who were cut down by her were actually very thrilling. If they made a little mistake, they would be cut down by the two of them. It was her who fell to the ground.

When Ding Jing was captured by the Blackhawks, several people besieged Ding Jing alone, and she was inexplicably anxious.

Because he was too eager to track halfway, he was ambushed by a water stream, and even two sniper rifles were aimed at his head.

In fact, if she is careful, she may not fall into that dilemma.

She thought of Shui Jian's wishful thinking of "repaying love". Whoever gave it back, she wished to kill her by hand.

She also thought of Shui Jian's words-"That day, Shirakawa didn't know it was you. You won't know until you are hospitalized."

So she thought of Shirakawa again.

Former friends, now enemies.

Knowing Shirakawa in the past few years seems to be a very distant thing. She has a good memory, but now when she thinks about it carefully, she finds that many memories are blurred.

In fact, he is young and vigorous. He is in trouble everywhere. With his own skills, he is unscrupulous.

At that time, she was not afraid of anything.

She always feels young.

But think about it for a long time, now that the energy that was full of loneliness and irritability everywhere is gone.

Slowly, Mo Shangyun thought of Xiao Qiang again-the young soldier who should have been able to continue to participate in the selection of special forces or even become a qualified special force.

Now he, Xu is never qualified to become a special force.

These pictures have become particularly clear.

Mo Shangjun scratched his hair a little anxiously, and then switched to another side to continue to sleep.

Step by step, the voice of the lecture was far and near.

Mo Shangyun thought of Yan Tianxing.

The last time she was called out by Yan Tianxing to talk, she actually discovered the problem. ——Because she is one of the selected students, Yan Tianxing minimized the number of visits to the student base and minimized contact with her.

Although Yan Tianxing said "public communion", except for a few occasional "whimsing" special observation, after that, he completely let the instructors out and rarely showed up.

In other words, she appeared in the list of students this time, and it had some influence on the training of the general instructor Yan Tianxing.

It was just doubt, but after hearing the conversation between Bu Yirong and Jiang Qiong, this should be confirmed.

Irritability.

Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun suddenly couldn't sleep, and sat up anxiously.

Ding Jing, who is struggling to write a book, took the time to look at her eyes and asked weirdly, "Don't write a review?"

"What review?" Mo Shangyun was inexplicable.

The fountain pen turned half a circle in his hand, and Ding Jing tapped on the notebook with his hand. "We have to write five thousand words of review."

Mo Shangyun: "..." I didn't hear about this.

She leaned over to take a closer look, as expected, and found that Ding Jing had torn a few sheets of paper from her notebook while writing notes while writing a review.

However, Ding Jing's review began.

It seems very difficult to write.

Mo Shangyun smiled a little and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"We have different words."

"I can help you organize your thoughts. When you write, you can organize the language."

Ding Jing: "..." Is there such an operation?

Thinking about it, Ding Jing immediately pushed the paper in his hand to Mo Shangyun.

But when she released the paper, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can your hand move?"

She remembers that Mo Shangjun's right shoulder was injured.

Mo Shangjun pulled the paper over and said casually: "I can do it with my left hand."

Ding Jing stared at her suspiciously, "Really?"

She knows that Mo Shangjun’s left hand is also very flexible, such as holding chopsticks and shooting, and they are very stable, but... there is still a certain gap from writing?

"I have practiced." The cap of the fountain pen was opened flexibly by the left hand, and Mo Shanjun said lightly. After lifting a handwritten word, she smiled sharply, and made Ding Jing very happy. "Look, The words are better than what you wrote."

"..."

Oh shit.

If you want to be grateful to her, she will be resolved in minutes.

Ding Jing will continue to take notes.

In fact, she had the same sympathy as Mo Shangyun, except that Mo Shangyun hurt her shoulders, and she hurt her palms.

She is better than Mo Shangyun in that she injured her left hand, while Mo Shangyun injured her right hand.

She and Mo Shangyun are right-handed.

Comparing his own hand-written characters with those written by Mo Shangjun, Ding Jing was a little depressed, thinking that the copybook was too useless.

Out of boredom, Mo Shangjun wrote his review thoughts intently.

As a person who loves to learn, Mo Shangyun summarized and summed up after drawing on Qian Xiao’s review overnight, and finally came up with a commonly used routine.

Some words are common in any review of events.

Just like writing essays, the routines are similar.

This is not the same as the composition. The attitude is up, the number of words is enough, and you don’t need to score high, so you only need to be conservative.

It was just that after writing a few paragraphs, Mo Shangjun's writing acted suddenly, and he suddenly glanced at his right shoulder.

The shoulder is quite painful, especially when moving.

Most people are right-handed and their right hand is the right hand... Yan Tianxing naturally knows this.

It stands to reason that they all make the same mistakes. Why only punish others to write a review, and she can be spared? —— Yan Tianxing never mentioned the punishment of the review, and later told Jiang Qiong that Jiang Qiong was not surprised.

This should not be what Yan Tianxing forgot to say.

So, Yan Tianxing...protecting her again?

At this point, Mo Shangjun's left hand is malfunctioning, and the handwriting can already be compared with Ding Jing's right hand writing.

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