Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Because Mo Shangjun of today comes with a low air pressure, the birds and beasts are scattered everywhere, and the snakes and insects are retreating. This kind of thing called "killing gas" also successfully kept Northern Jiangsu and You Nianyu silent and practiced throughout the morning. When I didn't dare to say anything.

The sky was getting brighter and there were more and more students on the training ground, so of course, when Mo Shangyun appeared on the training ground, one or two noticed the bruise on the corner of her right eye, and then more and more The trainees noticed that within a few minutes, most of the trainees noticed, so the trainees who had been self-training were unable to restrain some commotion.

In fact, as far as they are concerned, it is a matter of course that they are injured, even if the place where the prize is displayed is obvious, it will not attract any attention.

Who hasn't been hurt?

Who hasn't hung up the color?

Just like yesterday’s little student, the beating was bruised and his face was swollen, and a few familiar students greeted a few words. The others felt trouble even one more look.

But the problem is that the person who paints the color is Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun was the one who challenged five of them, but who could hurt her? !

So, driven by strong curiosity, they relaxed their vigilance a little bit and took a little time to discuss the issue.

Liang Zhiqiong, who trained under the leadership of Ding Jing, lay down and rested when he saw Mo Shangjun. After noticing the scars on Mo Shangjun's face, he almost jumped up from the ground.

"I lean, what's wrong with Mo Shangjun's face?"

Liang Zhiqiong turned over and sat up.

Lifting his eyelids, Ding Jing, who was drinking water, glanced in the direction of Mo Shangyun, You Nianyu, and Northern Jiangsu, and then looked at Liang Zhiqiong, who was planning to get up and ask about the situation, and said slowly: "I advise you Don’t go, or you might die."

"How?"

Liang Zhiqiong's face was inexplicable.

Glancing at her sideways, Ding Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, "Did you not see her eyes fierce and murderous?"

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Although they were far apart, she seemed to feel a little bit.

The atmosphere is very depressed.

Liang Zhiqiong pondered over and over again, and finally thought that Mo Shangyun was not crippled, only that his face was dazzled, so don’t disturb her old man for the time being.

After drinking the water in the kettle, Ding Jing pours it down by the mouth of the kettle and finds that no drop of water has flowed out.

Without deliberately looking at Ding Jing, who was on ink, Jun felt cold in his back, and Ding Jing took less than a second to make a decision immediately.

She screwed the lid of the pot, and then said to Liang Zhiqiong: "I will slip first, you can do it."

"What stuff?"

Liang Zhiqiong subconsciously replied.

However, Ding Jing did not respond to her, but left the training ground with a water bottle.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..." No, it's not Mo Shangyun you provoke, what do you do?

*

At the same time, Yan Gui and others were in the team.

Just after the training, they all sat on the ground to rest, almost from the moment Mo Shangjun appeared, they noticed the bruise on Mo Shangjun's right eye.

Yan Gui, who had planned to call for ink on Jun, stopped weirdly after noticing the bruise.

Tang Shi didn't dare to say anything at all.

Yan Jin now also felt something keenly and kept silent.

"Yangui, don't you ask?" Yuan Qu asked Yangui strangely.

Put it on ordinary days, even if Mo Shangjun has nothing to do, Yan Gui has already rushed by this time. Why was Mo Shangyun injured, and Yan Gui kept calm?

Song Ci nodded aside, "Yeah, don't you ask?"

"These days have been far away from Momo." Yan Guideng pulled his head silently, glancing at them in a circle, and exclaimed, "This is my advice to you as a friend."

Yuan Qu: "..."

Song Ci: "..."

Yeah, yeah?

Poor Tang Poetry sleeping with Mo Shangjun: "..." The main task of this week is to save life.

Yuan Qu and Song Ci repeatedly asked, but Yan Gui did not explain his advice.

As the green plum bamboo horse of Mo Shangyun, Yan Gui still has a certain understanding of Mo Shangyun.

-Especially in terms of injuries.

If Mo Shangyun hangs the color on her body, but it does not matter, then it proves that the injuries were caused by her own inability, and she accepted it calmly.

For example, knocks and bruises that you didn't pay attention to, but this is rare.

Another example is that Mo Shangjun was injured when he was competing with people. This kind of situation is indeed more, but this group of students has no such ability.

If Mo Shangjun is adorned with color, but is wearing a somber face and is murderous, it proves that this injury should not have appeared on her, but since it appears, it means that Mo Shangyun will be very annoyed, at the very least. You have to continue this rhythm for three days.

However, this is rarely the case.

Right now is the second situation.

Yan Gui expressed doubts about this--

What caused Momo's injury?

He looked at Tang Poetry subconsciously, but Tang Poetry avoided his sight. It seemed to mean that he refused to communicate. Yan Gui couldn't help but withdraw his sight.

*

Tang Shi felt a bit sad.

Everyone is very curious about the fact that "March Mo is injured", but Mo's aura is too strong, ordinary people dare not rush to approach, and can only find other ways to learn.

So, they found the person who slept with Mo Shangjun. Since Qin Xue, an iceberg beauty, was difficult to touch, and Ding Jing couldn’t get closer, they turned their attention to the Tang poems, who looked soft and cute. .

Tang Shi was asked about the situation by several people, and even though he said "uninformed", there were still good people who persevered.

Tang Shi was a little depressed.

Fortunately, there was a big talker on their side. Later, when someone came, the big talker swept away with a cold eye, and forced everyone to retreat. Tang Shi was quieter.

However, the students stopped a little while, and the instructors spread the word.

Several people talked out when eating breakfast, plus the trumpets of Mucheng and Chu Ye, almost all gS9 students knew about the "inking on the ink".

But they basically listened to it and didn't care too much.

However, this news also smoothly reached the ears of those who should have heard it.

...

Mo Shangyun was stopped while returning to the dormitory to sort out the housework.

An off-road vehicle came from the rear, and a tail flick after surpassing her was just in front of her.

When the window in the driving position slipped down, Yan Tianxing leaned out of the window and put his elbow on it, looking at her with a slight smile-to be precise, looking at the bruise on her right eye.

Even though I was stared at many times, but now stared at by Yan Tianxing, the mood is another taste.

The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth were slightly pumped, and his eyebrows were uncomfortable. "What about dazzling car skills?"

Yan Tianxing smiled deeper, and he asked, "A fight with someone?"

"Bumped."

Mo Shangyun replied coldly.

Arms stretched out, fingers crossed her right eye, and Mo Shangyun felt sore and itchy, she could not help avoiding it.

Yan Tianxing withdrew his hand and smiled and asked, "How did this position hit?"

"So much nonsense?"

Mo Shangyun asked unbearably, his eyes were murderous.

Grandma, a bear, staring at her bruises one by one and watching, even her boyfriend thinks this is a rare thing... Boring or not? !

Being so fierce by her, Yan Tianxing was not angry, but said: "Mo Xiaoyun, I am now your instructor."

"..."

Mo Shangyun turned and left.

Yan Tianxing stopped her, "Why go?"

Stopping, Mo Shangjun looked at him sideways, gritting his teeth and saying, "Write a report letter, saying you are molesting the students."

Yan Tianxing froze for a while, then smiled seductively, "Then you can think clearly, this is equivalent to making our relationship public."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Fuck.

After thinking for a few seconds, Mo Shangyun turned back and came to the window. "I've finished the bruises, is there anything else?"

"Really bruised?" Yan Tianxing's lips couldn't stop rising.

"Battered." Mo Shangyun affirmed.

Yan Tianxing nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, it was a bruise."

If the fist hits, it hits.

"..."

Mo Shangyun, who understood the potential meaning in Yan Tianxing's words, almost did not smash the door.

"Well, little girlfriend," Yan Tianxing took out a bottle of medicine, handed it to Mo Shangyun from the car window, and smiled, "Specializing in the treatment of bruises."

He took the bottle of medicine and stared at him with a smile on his face, "Can you not find it all day and night?"

Yan Tianxing asked leisurely: "Who told me to have a girlfriend who is looking for smoke all day long?"

"..."

Ling Shang Mo Shangyun suddenly realized that he couldn't even say he!

"Playground, ten laps." Yan Tianxing first spoke of punishment, and then emphasized word by word, "Mo Xiaoyun, I am your instructor."

Even the eyelids were too lazy to lift, and Mo Shangyun returned to him indifferently: "Instructor walk slowly."

"Come back next month and perform well." Yan Tianxing turned the steering wheel and told her like an elder before leaving.

Mo Shangyun: "..." didn't really want to take care of him.

Yan Tianxing chuckled, threw an object out of the window, and drove away.

Mo Shangjun stretched out his hand to catch it, spread his palms, and found that... it was another piece of military chocolate.

Wipe, to fall in love to please girlfriend, even "appropriate public funds"!

Not at all.

A piece of chocolate, a bottle of potion, in exchange for ten laps.

Mo Shangyun collected the things, thinking how he was the man on the booth, but he still fate and went to the playground to punish him.

Fortunately, there is still time before eight o'clock, and there is no need to check the housework anyway. Mo Shangjun simply gave up the decision to go to the dormitory and used the remaining time to finish the ten laps.

*

At the beginning of the week, the instructor disappeared into the students' vision again.

The training tasks and warnings have not changed, and they remain exactly the same as last week.

With the experience of the previous week, the trainees seemed to be much calmer. Those who should train should be trained, and those who should be trained should be trained more. Complaints and complaints are much less.

Xu Shi also gradually felt that it was not as practical to say as much as they said. Complaints and complaints that the instructors could not hear at all, and they spent more time to temper themselves were what they could get.

In the past three weeks, Mo Shangyun also noticed that the changes in this group of people were uncomfortable from being unmanaged, until they gradually began to plan their time and arrange training independently, and now they can make for themselves The decision, how to train, how to practice, is very clear about one's ability and cognition.

The remaining group, both mentality and ability, are unmatched by the original group.

As for those who are not self-disciplined and have a bad mentality, they are basically eliminated.

At the end of the day's training, Mo Shangyun looked up at the sky and decided to implement a long-planned plan.

She had this plan since last week, but was delayed by Chai Xinyan's group. Later, because of the excessive force that night, she planned to take a few days off.

Now that she was almost at rest, plus a fire in her heart nowhere to vent, it just happened to make a noise.

So, after dinner, Mo Shangyun did not plan any further training, but after watching the training ground for a while, he paced to the place where he stepped on yesterday.

Around seven o'clock.

Lu Jingye, who rarely trains with friends again, will be with friends tonight.

Their plan is to arm the cross-country for 20 kilometers, starting at 7 o'clock, and the last one is responsible for this week's "plus meal". If Lu Jingye ran first, then, the rest of the week will be responsible for his "adding meals" with Liang Zhiqiong.

In their line, the four people are all "orange rooms", and their strength is evenly matched.

It's a pity that when they were so confident that they were ready to compete, they suddenly heard a demon-like voice--

"Hey."

Brisk word.

Then, they struck the flashlight light, and suddenly saw a figure coming in front of them, the other party came slowly, with a light smile on their face.

However, it looks like... the devil.

When she approached, the four people including Lu Jingye shuddered for no reason.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Let me tell you the good news: today’s bottle is obsolete.