Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Two o'clock.

Mo Shangyun strolling around the campus, came to the training ground on time with the roster.

Chu Feiyin arrived ahead of time and had already sorted out the 80 people of the Tigers, still in nine columns and nine rows.

Mo Shangyun walked astray.

"Instructor Mo!"

Chu Feiyin greeted her as always.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her, and when he wanted to speak, he heard the rapid footsteps behind him.

Click, click, click.

high speed.

At one meal, Mo Shangjun turned his head slightly and raised his eyes to see Xiao Lei running around head-on, almost exhausting all his strength, and when he reached Mo Shangjun, he braked his feet in time.

"Report instructor! I ask to be included!"

With his body stretched tightly, Xiao Lei raised his head and shouted word by word, with a loud voice and hard words, as if he was on the ink to prove the ‘health’ at the moment.

Mo Shangyun moved his toes and could think of why he came over in time.

In the afternoon, there was Qin Xue’s shooting class. Now he left Qin Xue’s platoon and only saw Qin Xue when he was shooting. With Xiao Lei’s longing for Qin Xue now, it is not surprising that he hurried so quickly.

"All right?"

Mo Shangjun asked lazily, his eyelids drooping, looking at his lower abdomen.

With her strength, although it will not hurt the internal organs, it must still hurt for a while now.

"Report, yes!" Noting Mo Shangyun's eyes, Xiao Lei remembered the punch in the morning and gritted his teeth. "Thanks to the instructors of Mo and the doctors, I have fully recovered!"

When he said this, Xiao Lei tried not to let his anger and hatred show too much.

Ink on Yun's lips, saying two words, "into the column."

"Yes!"

Xiao Lei's expression loosened, and then ran to the line.

Mo Shangyun shrugged helplessly.

It is a pity that even if her shooting skills are not good today, she will not hand over the Tigers to Qin Lian and Qin Xue.

It is not that they are not qualified, but that their existence is special in nature, and they must be separated from others, lest the instructor will not be in a mood to teach and the students will not be in a mood to learn.

-She believes that they have all this ability in the trash.

"First stand for half an hour," Mo Shangyun said to Chu Feiyin. "Move one, and you will be fined ten minutes."

"Yes!"

Chu Feiyin responded.

With Chu Feiyin present, Mo Shangyun didn't have to worry about this kind of supervision, so he took the roster and recorded their deductions.

Lose one chance and deduct one point.

Gee.

Xiao Lei made the most deductions, and just one day later, he deducted 4 points.

Fortunately, the deterrence is one or two times, and the rules are in order.

Mo Shangjun made a leisurely record here, but the group of students didn’t dare to move because of the instructor who had stood for nearly three hours yesterday. The sweat fell and the hat, hair, Sweat had entered his collar and even his eyes, but they still dared not move, and their hands were tightly clamped.

Even Xiao Lei, who had always been irregular, was afraid to miss Qin Xue's shooting training due to time delays, so he was attentively standing all the way, and every nerve was tense, and it was no longer uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, Mo Shangjun's hand holding the pen was wet, and a thick layer of sweat was on his palm.

When Chu Feiyin called to rest, Mo Shangyun raised his head and looked at the blazing sun above his head.

The weather is sultry and muggy.

If you remember correctly, this is about to change.

Just thinking about it, she put away the paper and pen and stood up from the stool.

Going to a corner of the flower bed, find out the file bag that had arrived earlier, Mo Shangjun threw the paper and pen in it, and then carried the file bag and prepared to return to the team.

Only, as soon as I turned around, I heard a cold voice--

"Mo Shangyun."

Ruan Yan?

Mo Shangyun looked away and heard Ruan Yan walking in the training uniform.

Under the sun, Ruan Yan's figure was coated with gold, which was dazzling, and the brim was slightly lowered. The shadow cast by the sun dropped down on the eyebrows and cast a shadow.

It is still a handsome guy who is striking everywhere. The inherent elegance and noble temperament are handsome and eye-catching.

"Why are you free to stroll around?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and asked with a little surprise.

"Walk." Ruan Yan replied perfunctoryly, and stopped when he approached. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and looked at her and asked, "Is busy?"

Originally, there was no concept of time, but Wu Jiu had just called to ask him how the project was going. When it came to time, Ruan Yan realized that almost a third of the month had passed.

Thinking of Mo Shangyun leaving next month, and she has no intention of going to the Flying Eagles team at all, Ruan Yan decided to increase the chance of the two people "exchanging feelings" properly and came over to see.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun responded helplessly, glancing at the resting tiger.

"Oh."

Ruan Yan looked down her line of sight and saw the group of loose people, frowning unconsciously.

"This is the company you brought?" Ruan Yan asked, his tone unpleasant.

"Ok."

"How long?"

"Almost at the end of the month," Mo Shangyun said, "The assessment will be done once at the end of the month.

Mo Shangyun couldn't really bring them three months of military training here, so he had only one month's plan.

At the end of the month, the assessment and the results of passing and failing were also proposed by her in advance, and the school leaders also agreed.

It's just that I haven't disclosed it to this group of people.

"Assessment?"

Ruan Yan is a bit sensitive to these two words-he subconsciously thought of the last time Mo Shangyun united with his pit teammates.

It was also from that time onwards that I really looked at Mo Junyun.

"Huh." Mo Shangyun gave him a slanted look, and then he said, "Of course, it's a little special."

Speaking of which, Chu Feiyin heard a whistle.

Mo Shangyun looked down at the time, five minutes had passed, and the rest time had come.

"Wait a minute." Ruan Yan stopped her and went directly to the subject. "When should I consider flying eagle?"

"I'll talk about it when I'm free." Mo Shangyun smiled at him, "Not in a hurry."

Twenty days left.

These days I have been getting along well with Ruan Yan, and the plan to "traffick and sell Ruan Yan" has to be slowly implemented.

However, Ruan Yan's character...can't be in a hurry.

Ruan Yan watched silently as she walked towards the Tiger Company.

Without a satisfactory result, Ruan Yan's expression was a little cold, and even when he looked at the group of students of the Tigers, his eyes were cold.

Under the high temperature exposure, strangely, the students of the Tigers actually felt that there was a moment of freezing cold. However, most people regard it as an illusion.

"Senior Ruan."

Just as he was troubled, a shout came from behind.

Regardless of whether he shouted himself or not, Ruan Yan did not care. He looked down at the table below and hesitated whether he would wait for Mo Jun here to express his sincerity.

As it happens, the weather is sultry enough to highlight his sincerity.

It's just that the weather is so hot that it's a bit uncomfortable-it's not training.

Ruan Yan spent a few seconds thinking deeply about the question of "worthiness".

When Ruan Yan was almost ready to make a decision, the person shouting behind was also close, feeling the movement of the air on his left shoulder and a scorching heat. Ruan Yan frowned in disgust, then seemed to inadvertently go to the right Take a step.

"Nguyen--"

The words "Senior Senior" were not shouted out. The hand that wanted to be placed on Ruan Yan's shoulders threw an empty space, and the unexpected movement made the two words automatically swallowed.

Shi Xiang's hand paused in embarrassment, and he blinked stunnedly, looking at the person who was flashing away very quickly.

Ruan Yan glanced at him and said lightly: "I don't like being touched."

Especially on such a hot day.

"Oh, oh."

After responding twice, Shi Xiang coughed again, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Teacher Ruan, hello."

Another soft and gentle voice was inserted in time to completely suppress this awkward atmosphere.

Upon hearing the sound, Ruan Yan glanced coldly to the side.

I met a few times, and was mentioned by Mo Shangyun, and at the same time suspected to be related to the project. Ruan Yan no matter how blinded he was, he successfully recognized the person who walked to Shi Xiang's side.

license.

Wearing a white dress, holding a sun umbrella, her hair all bent up, her forehead dropped to bangs, and there was a shallow smile on her face, but-

Ruan Yan did not like it, glanced at it roughly, and after recognizing who she was, she looked away.

"I am not a'teacher'." Ruan Yan said indifferently.

"Ah, sorry," permission nodded at him, expressing embarrassment, and then asked him with some doubt, "What should I call you?"

"..."

Ruan Yan frowned in disgust.

Does this person know how to look and talk?