Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Report, you will know by yourself after running!"

Raising his voice sharply, Li Liang's eyes were bright, and she looked at her unwillingly, saying one word at a time.

Mo Shangyun stared at him.

Young, energetic, and intellectuals, there is a tough guy. Such people donate the best years to the troops, but they have the deadliest weakness.

They have not suffered any setbacks.

Mo Shangyun believed that before she appeared, he had never been punished for such small things.

People like this, although they will succumb to certain orders and regulations, but they will also dispute this, ideologically resist, and refuse to lose in their bones.

People who have their own ideas are not easily brainwashed.

As Mo Shangyun saw at this moment, the platoon leader had to accept punishment, but he did not willingly recognize her, so his eyes were full of disobedience and resistance.

"It's very strong," Mo Shangyun hooked his lip, pressed the general cap, and raised his eyebrows, "Five more laps, I'll be with you, is there any problem?

"report!"

Li Liang shouted loudly.

Sweat wets the training uniform, clings to his body, his chest undulates, he breathes quickly, but he stubbornly does not behave too embarrassed.

"What are the reasons for the five laps this time!"

Li Liang looked at her calmly, a sharp light burst into his dark eyes.

"There is no reason, I am happy." Shrugging, Mo Shangyun had a very casual attitude.

"So," took a deep breath, Li Liang's clang was powerful, "Can I refuse?"

"No."

To his murderous eyes, Mo Shangyun refused lightly.

"Report!" Li Liang's voice was loud.

"Say."

"I have an offer!"

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Continue."

"If you lose, I hope you can take my soldiers and go to the infirmary in person!" Li Liang said with a serious face, and said very seriously.

"Have you lost?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Dispose with you!" Liming's discourse identification.

As soon as he raised his hand, Mo Shangyun snapped his fingers and nodded with a smile, "OK."

Somehow, Li Liang glanced at the faint smile on her lips, which was a bit creepy.

In this temporary match, except for Mo Shangjun and Li Liang, only the soldier who had just finished the penalty run knew that because he was brought over by Mo Shangyun to be the referee.

and--

After the two men started to run for nearly a lap, the entire training ground basically found out the situation.

Scattered people, in groups of two, came in unison and watched.

Unknown to them, they watched the airborne female deputy Lian and Li platoon leader who had just finished running 30 laps running on the runway, and all of them were stunned.

What made them even more embarrassed was that Mo Shangyun, who originally ran to the second lap and was not far from Li Liang, began to exert force at the beginning of the third lap. When they ran in front of them, they were basically in a dumbfounded state.

"Are you fast?"

One person hit the arm of the person next to him, his trembling fingers proved his tension.

"Should... soon." The man said thoughtfully.

"We even run so fast, right?" The person who first asked the question swallowed subconsciously.

"Yes!" The man deserved it.

Soon after the two looked at each other, they both bowed their heads in frustration.

Have!

How could it not be? !

But those are top picks! The most top pick among the pile of tops!

I thought that the airborne deputy company commander was just a beautiful vase. After all, she really looked like a vase, but even in the cafeteria, her skill and decisive personality were even ignored. Now even their men Bing's proud physical abilities were crushed by the female company commander's self-esteem.

These hearts, as if pressed by heavy stones, panic.

after all--

That's a woman!

At this time, Lin Qi, who had been working out on the training ground, rushed to Mo Shangjun's last lap and came to run nearby.

"Good platoon leader."

"Second row."

"Lin platoon leader."

Someone around said hello, Lin Qi looked at them, and then his eyes fell to Mo Shangyun running on the runway.

Starting on the fifth lap, Mo Shangyun has led Li Liang by more than half a lap.

Although Li Liang has ran for thirty laps and has very little energy left, but Mo Junyun is indeed fast, and even without panting during the run, his breathing is incredible.

Hearing the sound of discussion and exclamation around, Lin Qi's brows moved slightly, and there was a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Mo Shangyun's strength is more than mediocre.

This guy who looks at the mood and the environment has never seen her show her true abilities.

Halfway through the last lap, Mo Shangjun's speed slowed down, almost keeping a certain distance from Li Liang, but did not give Li Liang a chance to shorten the distance.

"Three rows long, come on!"

"Li platoon leader, come on!"

"Little pear, come on!"

...

Near the runway, there was a burst of cheering, and several old men gathered together, and the roar in unison was shocking and deafening.

The cheering sound is completely one-sided trend. Every shouting is for Li Liang, and Mo Shangyun, who is far ahead, has become a collective target for them.

Everyone knows that Li Liang had already finished the thirty laps before being contested with Mo Shangjun. Regardless of how Mo Shangyun performed on the runway, she said that she was bullying when she asked for such a game. People, aren't they?

What is the significance of this unfair game?

They are unwilling, they are angry, they are angry!

After learning the situation from the soldiers, Mo Shaoyun's shameless behavior was completely rejected by the collective!

Ran--

When everything was finalized, how to scream and howl they watched, and how to give Li Liang psychological strength, but still failed to change the result.

Ink on the way smoothly, keeping more than half of Li Liang's distance, stepping on the finish line unexpectedly.

The moment Mo Shunyun stopped running, he felt that there were countless lines of hostile glances.

The sight filled with anger and dissatisfaction represents a collective emotion. They are resisting the unfairness of Mo Shangyun, and they express a resistance to the existence of Mo Shangyun.

Those eyes, like thorns, came from all directions.

With his eyes closed, Mo Shangyun took a deep breath and quickly adjusted the disordered breath after running.

Gradually, the step-by-step running sound behind him became clearer, with a stubborn persistence, as if to prove something to her.

Until the moment the footsteps disappeared, Mo Shangyun turned around and looked towards him behind him.

Li Liang stepped on the finish line, standing straight and straight, his eyes full of stubbornness that he refused to lose, he gasped deeply, sweating, unstable breath, embarrassed, but his waist was straight and an arrogance supported him Get up and stay still.

At the next moment, the crowd of onlookers came swarming.

"Little pear, how are you?"

"President, are you okay, are you okay?"

"Walk around and rest for a while."

...

They surrounded Li Liang, there were worried, related, helpless and spectator.

Raising the brim, Mo Shunyun's expression remained unchanged, and his pace was slow. He came to Li Liang in the sight of many precautions.

"you lose."

Word by word, the words on the ink are clear and the tone is calm.

A group of people suddenly fell silent.

"report!"

A strong shout rang out from the crowd.

The soldier who was carried to the referee, with his eyes bulging at the moment, came out of Li Liang's side.

"Say." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This game is not fair!"

Staring at her angrily, the soldier shouted indignantly.