Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The windows are side-opening. The two-page windows, because there are too many people in the classroom, need to be ventilated and ventilated. The page window behind the seat is opened. The page window near Mo Shangyun is closed.

Yan Tianxing stood in the middle of the window, standing tall and lazy.

I haven't seen it in a few days, the aura hasn't diminished, and there is a stop there, unreasonably eye-catching. Once the line of sight comes into contact, it will be difficult to move away.

The corridor outside was very narrow, and the sunlight fell from the oblique side, covering his shoulders, dyed with light burrs, and the figure became more and more hazy.

He was dressed in a camouflage training uniform, and the deep colors were mottled and intertwined, and the colors were slightly lighter against the sun. Standing sideways, put one hand in the trouser pocket, standing freely, unbutton two at the collar, open. Going up, wearing a round combat cap, with shadows hanging down, the handsome face of the evil demon hidden in the dark.

A profile face, smooth lines, tough outline, but the eyebrows smirked intentionally or unintentionally, provoking a little tempting charm.

His eyes were drooping, and his eyes fell on Mo Shangyun.

When Mo Shangyun raised her eyes, her eyes collided with her. The unexpected appearance of people surprised her somewhat.

As she looked at Yan Tianxing, Yan Tianxing also looked at her a few times.

The training cap rested on the table, revealing short, soft, shiny black hair, a little messy, and a few strands of hair on the forehead fell, covering the smooth and full forehead. The facial features are exquisite, squinting slightly, and after a moment of stun, it is Zhang Yang's raised eyebrow.

Of course, the fair skin on the face revealed a somewhat pale appearance, with clear eyes, like vast stars, with floating light and slight movement.

In just a few seconds.

Soon, Yan Tianxing reached out his hand and passed it to Mo Shangyun through the window.

"pen."

A low and lazy word, with a mellow voice and a strong voice, which was meant to be commanded, but with his lightly hooked lips, it was a little less dignified.

He lowered his eyes, and Mo Shangyun glanced at the hand.

The hands look good, the fingers are slender, and there are cocoons that have been worn out for many years.

However, at a glance, Mo Shangjun noticed a long scar in the palm of his hand, as well as scars of the same depth and close to each finger.

The wound is not deep, scarred, and is still healing, it should be a knife wound.

Mo Shangyun could imagine the width and sharpness of the knife, as well as Yan Tianxing's strength when he held it.

Mo Shangyun glanced deeply at Yan Tianxing with a deep heart, and the light smile on her face faded away. She silently put her signature pen in the palm of her hand.

Avoid the scar.

Noting the subtle movements of Mo Shangjun, Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows before realizing the injury on his hand.

At the moment, holding the signing pen, the hand was taken back.

In such a short time, most of the attention in the classroom was attracted.

Even Peng Yuqiu didn't consciously stop the lecture, and cast his sights on it in a proper manner.

Yan Tianxing stood against the light. The shadow fell on Mo Shangjun. When he extended his hand, the palm fell in the shadow. No one except Yan Moxun saw the scars on Yan Tianxing's hand.

Even Duan Zimu, after hearing the word "pen" from Yan Tianxing, only had time to see Yan Tianxing's move.

It's just curiosity, when did Yan Tianxing appear, what did he do in the past few days, and... what did Mo Shangjun commit, will be stared at by Yan Tianxing.

However, Yan Tianxing didn't give them more guesses for a few seconds. As soon as the pen was closed, he glanced at Peng Yuqiu, instructing him to continue, and then turned away.

The shadow outside the window suddenly disappeared, replaced by bright light on one side and weed trees growing in the distance.

Mo Shangyun watched Yan Tianxing leave, saw his wiper corner disappearing into the field of vision, a flash of doubt flashed in his expression, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the notebook and signature pen in front of him.

Suddenly felt a lot of silence.

A minute later, she picked up another pen and opened the first page of the notebook.

It has been three hours since the class began. When I saw her for the first time, Duan Zimu couldn't help but look at her.

The action of writing the pen was stopped, Mo Shangyun turned his head, the calmness in his eyes calmly disappeared, his eyes sharp and warning.

Duan Zimu raised his eyebrows and took back his sight naturally.

back door.

Mucheng and Xiao Chuyun looked at each other.

Later, he left in tacit agreement to catch up with Yan Tianxing.

*

At 12 o'clock, the get out of class ends.

Mo Shangyun listened to the class for half an hour.

Listening absent-mindedly, as if reviewing, and occasionally hearing novel knowledge, only a few words will be heard seriously.

The so-called field survival cannot be easily controlled in four days of learning.

However, most of the students here are recruits and have not participated in real wild survival. The poisonous and non-toxic plants are indistinguishable, so they need to be introduced in general.

It is impossible for Mo Shangjun to be fully familiar with every plant, animal, and insect in the jungle. Therefore, in the knowledge that Peng Yuqiu speaks, there may be occasions where she has not heard or seen it.

"Mo Mo, it's time for lunch."

As soon as he heard the word "off get out of class", Yan Gui's performance was particularly positive, and he could not wait to shout at Mo Shangyun.

"You go first."

Close the notebook, and ink on Jun explained.

"Isn't it all together?" Yan Gui was quite disappointed.

The corner of my eyes swept from Peng Yuqiu passing by the window, and Mo Shangyun said lightly: "There are a few questions, I would like to ask Peng instructor."

Peng Yuqiu heard the sound, stopped and looked at it, wondering: "...Huh?"

"What does the leader mean?"

Lin Qi turned around and looked at Duan Zimu.

Mo Shangyun, who has always been used to it, is really impossible for her to stay with them all day.

Of course, as long as Duan Zimu's group leader made a speech, such things as "cultivating tacit understanding" would be considered floating clouds.

The reason why she asked Duan Zimu was to help Mo Shunyun and let Duan Zimu give a definite answer.

"See you in the afternoon."

Duan Zimu stood up and said goodbye to Mo Yun with a low smile.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and shrugged.

In front, An Chen looked at Mo Shangyun deeply, and did not speak for a long time.

Throughout the morning, even in a group, he could not even find the opportunity to speak with Mo Shangyun.

The group in the classroom, a group of groups left, they did not stay in this group for a long time, five people left.

The man was almost gone. Peng Yuqiu, who was parked in the corridor outside, looked down at his watch, then walked to the window, propped his hand against the window, and leaned in slightly, asking helplessly, "Student Mo Shangyun, what's the matter? Ask questions?"

"Where are you still?"

Mo Shangyun turned his head and asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Peng Yuqiu: "..."

by!

He was willing to be her guise.

"Otherwise, draw a point?" Mo Shangjun pointed to the notebook and asked him with a smile.

"Ha ha."

Peng Yuqiu dumped her with a dark smile.

Picking up the textbook, and leaving with a sullen face, that look, and a little bit arrogant.

Mo Shangyun touched his nose.

Standing up, Mo Shangyun saw that there were not many people in the classroom. He was too lazy to walk out of the door, pushed the other window straight away, and then put his hands on the window. The whole person flew out of the window.

The male students in the classroom: "..."

Did something just happen?

*

Without appetite, Mo Shangyun didn't want to go to the cafeteria. After wandering around the small cottage, he planned to find a place with plenty of sunshine and take a good night's sleep.

However, just from the right side of the small cottage to the front, I heard a familiar and lazy voice-

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, Mo Shangyun looked up and saw a figure standing under the tree in front of him.

Yan Tianxing stood in the shade of the tree, and the sunlight shed through the dense leaves, forming a star-shaped beam of light. The wind blew, the light and shadow were mottled, and jumped and flashed on him.

Yan Tianxing looked at her.

The training cap was worn obliquely, the brim was pulled to the right, and the hair was pressed tightly against her skin. She stood idle, squinting and looked lazily, with lazy expression.

In the interview, Mo Shangyun silently raised his hand, adjusted his hat, and tried to correct himself as a "female officer", "female leader" and "deputy company commander".

This blatant little action fell into Yan Tianxing's eyes. It was funny and cute, and he couldn't help losing laughter. His eyes were full of soft smiles, and he was a little greasy and warm.

Then he raised his leg and walked towards Mo Shangyun.

When approaching, Mo Shangyun was already standing upright, with his waist bar straight and his back straight.

"Instructor Yan--"

Mo Shangyun opened his mouth to call him.

However, before the voice reached the ground, Yan Tianxing stopped and grabbed her brim as soon as her hand was raised, and took off her training cap directly.

Mo Shangyun's face was black, and he looked at him with a frown.

The wind blew through, blowing up her short broken hair, strands of messy hair, flying freely in the breeze.

I'm afraid it hasn't been cut in three months, and my hair has grown a bit.

Yan Tianxing chuckled, "It's time to cut my hair."

"No time."

Mo Shangyun gave him a white look.

Yan Tianxing raised his left hand, and her fingers passed between her soft hair strands, helping her straighten her messy short hair.

Mo Shangyun, who wanted to take a step back, slightly raised his head, and inadvertently swept his right hand holding her training cap. A hidden scar came into his eyes, and Mo Shangyun paused, standing on the spot No action.

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Yan Ye: It’s sweet, should everyone vote?

Momo: Well, if there are more monthly tickets, continue to send sugar...

Yan Ye: [laughs] My lifelong happiness depends on you.