Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"gone."

With a big hand, Mo Shangyun finished his speech, and walked to the front with a big swing.

Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng looked at her inexplicably, holding the idea of ​​"Mo Shangyun was not possessed by a ghost" and honestly kept up with the pace of Mo Shangyun.

Except for 301, 302, 303, and 304, the dormitory doors are open, and a man is standing.

After Mo Shangyun and others left, the air was silent for ten seconds, and then they entered the dormitory.

close the door.

*

Training Course.

The morning exercises supervised by Mo Shangjun were overloaded as always and the most serious deductions were made.

However, the effect of the two weeks of training is very significant, and more and more students rush to end the training before seven o'clock.

Especially the students in group B, all of them gritted their teeth, like fighting with last night’s draw. In the morning of this morning, they did not bite the students of group A, even the few students with the worst physical fitness Forced to refuse to rest, he fell over and over, but instead of stopping and resting as usual, he continued to run with pain.

This fierceness made Mo Shangjun look a bit stunned.

Due to the influence of midsummer, Mo Shangyun would not blindly believe that these elites have the spirit of soldiers, and the initial performance of Group B also dissatisfied her.

One by one is too self-centered, too opinionated, difficult to manage, and there are always many ideas. Because the original army is elite, it is not easy to convince others. It is a more troublesome person than Li Liang, who just encountered Erlian. .

And most of them are emotional, because they have a prejudice against Mo Shangyun, so they are not interested in training.

Mo Shangyun deliberately ignored them, just to let them taste the consequences of "work".

Although the instructors and students are connected, no one will bear the consequences for them. They do not focus on training. They are the ones who deduct their points and punish them, and it is them who suffer the losses.

Mo Shangyun wanted to give them a lesson——

No one will be responsible for their "self-reliance".

If they encounter not Mo Shangyun, Ji Ruonan, Mucheng, etc., but some instructors who have nothing to do with themselves, they also need to learn not to be affected, and to continue their beliefs.

However, since this week, Mo Shangyun really began to realize that this is a group of selected elites. Although there is indeed rat feces in this group of people, most of them have their own persistence and certain ideological consciousness.

When they realize their mistakes and really admire a person, they can suffer and suffer on the training ground. When they suffer again, when they are full of tears, they do not give up.

In the final analysis, although female soldiers have more thoughts and more delicate personalities, in such a large environment, they are essentially simple.

Give her a reason to stick to it, then you can clench her teeth and stick to the end.

Mo Shangjun observed that more than half of the students in Group B completed the task within the time. By 7:30, all the people in Group B completed the morning exercises.

There were only a few people left on the training ground.

Holding a list of points in his hand, Mo Shangjun lowered his head and took a pen to mark it.

Despite the survival of the fittest, she still has an obligation to work hard before those students who lag behind others. At least the day when they leave, her strength is not the same.

"Instructor Mo, someone is looking for it!"

When recording the last name, a familiar voice came from behind an assistant.

Mo Shangyun heard the sound and stood straight, slightly turned his head.

Chaoyang fell down on its head.

The warm, soft light, but especially dazzling when it hits the bottom of the eyes.

Then, it was a phalanx team, dozens of people standing against the light, arranged neatly together, Chaoyang pulled out a long shadow in front of them, the shadows of each column overlapped, neat, Like a straight line.

Group B students, a total of 49 people, to 49 people.

The assistant teacher stood beside them, smiling beckoning at Mo Jun.

Afterwards, Yu Guang saw the smooth lines drawn by each hand in the air and saluted a neat military salute.

In the ink, Yun looked at 49 people with staring eyes, bright eyes, and a firm expression. In many crowds, they could not clearly see their appearance in the backlight, but their identities could be distinguished according to the outline.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun walked past calmly.

Not too long, came to the front of the line and stood still.

"Who is looking for me?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows gently, with the indiscriminate spreading of the innate, the sun dyed a layer of golden light in the eyebrows, the spirit was flying, and it was even dazzling.

"I!"

The students present shouted in unison, the sound was loud, deafening, and angry.

The light flashed slightly, and Mo Shangyun asked kindly, "What's the matter?"

The voice fell, and every hand that saluted automatically clenched into a fist.

Immediately afterwards, it was a decisive voice and a powerful voice——

"I am a member of Group B, and here I will make a military order. From the third week onwards, we will move forward courageously, no longer withdraw or resist, and never lose to Group A!"

One word, one word.

He gritted his teeth and screamed out of his throat. In the early morning sun, his passion was high and his heart was full of emotions. A word made a loud noise, mixed with the toughness of a soldier.

The people around me stopped subconsciously and looked curiously towards this side.

At that moment, the neatly arranged female soldiers, each with a grim look, landed on the forefront. The female officer stood in front of them, her expression was indifferent, Zhang Yang faded away, and there was an unclear emotion in her eyes.

A group of people, a person, and ambitious.

The sunrise, the shadow, and the training ground fell to the eyes of others as if they were inscribed, and they were deeply imprinted in the mind.