Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

No. 1 Squadron, office building.

After finishing the meeting, Yan Hanyu sorted out the list of points accumulated today and knocked on the door of the captain's office with a stack of information.

The light was on in the office, and Yan Tianxing was working inside.

After hearing the knock on the door, Yan Tianxing's voice came soon: "Come in."

Yan Hanyu pushed in.

"what's up?"

After scanning the stack of information in Yan Hanyu's hands, Yan Tianxing's brow wrinkled up unconsciously.

Yan Hanyu saw it, but walked stubbornly.

"This is the assessment result of the first team today."

Yan Hanyu now puts the first one on the table.

"This is the result of the students' assessment today, you have to read it again."

"This is the record of student points deducted today." The third copy was added.

"This is the course arrangement of the students and the teacher." The fourth part is put on.

"This is this year's arrangement, you confirm it."

The last stack, put it all up.

More things.

In other words, Yan Hanyu can put these materials one by one without changing his face, and if he changes to another person, half of them will run away.

Yan Tianxing took out the third, and then reached over and looked at their deductions.

The points are marked according to the code ranking. When Yan Tianxing turned to the first page, he noticed that behind 005 (Mo Shangyun) were all blank and there was no record of deduction.

Afterwards, he reviewed the situation of the rest of the trainees, and there was no similar situation again, at least 1 point was deducted.

Putting down these pieces of paper, Yan Tianxing looked up to Yan Hanyu and said, "Do you know Mo Shangyun?"

I heard that Yan Hanyu grew up in the same courtyard as Mo Shangjun, but Mo Shangshuang, the elder brother, couldn’t tell Mo Shangyun about one, two, three, four. Most things were heard, and I didn’t know in detail. Yan Not to mention Han Yu. Therefore, Yan Tianxing never asked Yan Hanyu about Mo Shangyun's situation.

After a short pause, Yan Hanyu said, "I don't understand."

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing responded unexpectedly.

Yan Hanyu said again: "But she is very powerful."

Rarely seeing Yan Hanyu commenting on someone like this, Yan Tianxing raised an eyebrow at Yan Hanyu with great interest.

Yan Tianxing said: "Talk about it."

"It's just..." Yan Hanyu's eyebrows clenched tightly, and finally said, "Very powerful."

He couldn't explain why.

But no matter whether it is willpower or learning ability, until now, Yan Hanyu has not met the second one.

Halfway through, Yan Hanyu said: "If there is no accident, she can finish the assessment without deducting one point."

"Oh?"

"She has always received such training." Yan Hanyu's expression was very certain.

Of course, this is also under the premise of "no accidents".

If Mo Shangyun wanted to "make", or if she had to deduct her points for other reasons, this kind of guarantee could not be made.

Yan Tianxing didn't question Yan Hanyu's statement when the previous integral form was placed there. He took out the fourth class schedule and glanced at it. After seeing a certain name, he looked slightly lighter.

A little bit familiar, seems to be...

I don’t know if I knew Mo Shangyun.

Later, I saw the class schedule tonight.

Yan Tianxing asked: "Tonight's survival in the wild?"

"Ok."

Yan Tian Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously thinking of Chen Lu.

He knew that Chen Lu was Mo Shangyun's wilderness survival teacher. Most of the knowledge about wilderness survival came from Chen Lu.

Chen Lu also participated in the compilation of several army survival textbooks, and his knowledge in this area is obvious.

He has to go and see.

*

classroom.

The lectures were easy to understand and humorous, and all the students present were attentive and interested.

However, step by step, the lecture is very fast. He never repeats any knowledge points, and he will turn it over once he has spoken.

There is no time to repeat a point of knowledge with them over and over like they do at school. They have a lot to learn, but little time is given to them.

Participants are also aware of this, listen to the class carefully, take notes, and strive to control these knowledge in the shortest time, without having to waste their usual rest time.

Even Liang Zhiqiong, who doesn't usually like to listen to lessons, is now listening attentively, his eyes are fixed on the front projection screen, and he holds a signature pen issued in his hand, and makes notes on his notebook, occasionally missing One or two points, she will take the time to look at the notes of Tang Shi, an "outstanding student", and then take notes quickly.

Liang Zhiqiong is not very good in this way, but she is also trying to learn in her own way.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

For example, Mo Shangyun, who had been lying down from the beginning, had never heard a sentence.

As well as sitting in front of Mo Shangyun, turning the pen boringly, it is difficult to concentrate on North Jiangsu.

Northern Jiangsu is also a wayward person, but her waywardness is not the same as Mo Shangyun. Mo Shangyun was not correct in his attitude after taking control, and North Jiangsu did not want to know what he was not interested in.

To be precise, she likes the dry rack of real swords and guns, but she doesn't like theoretical knowledge.

Just like she likes to shoot and doesn't like to take soldiers, give her a group of soldiers, she can practice shooting with soldiers every day, but she doesn't want to care about other things at all.

In the field of survival in the wild, Northern Jiangsu did have a certain understanding and accumulated a lot of knowledge, but that was forced to helplessness. At that time, he was thrown into the jungle and the island to learn a little bit through actual observation Rather than actively learning from textbook knowledge.

If it is a strange instructor who attends the class, Subei may still force himself to attend the class, but the class is the one who showed her the last time...

When he saw his face, he was upset.

Moreover, the other party often looked at her indiscriminately, so that North Jiangsu could be put up in a state of preparedness, and it was difficult to concentrate on the class.

All she could do was write a few words in her notebook occasionally, but all the knowledge points that Bu Yurong talked about were left ears in and right ears out.

In half an hour, a brief introduction to all types of plants, as well as some typical examples.

Soon, he changed the courseware without interruption.

This time the content is more detailed, it is about the terrain, climate and plants of Yun province.

Before opening the lecture, Bu Yirong glanced at Mo Shangyun and Subei who were sitting against the wall.

Su Bei supported his forehead with his hand, leaning his head slightly, and holding a pen in his hand. It seemed to be in a state of taking notes, but his fingers were motionless and he was drowsy.

Mo Shangyun is more direct. From the beginning to the present, let's not look at the projector. She didn't even lift her head, and the refusal to attend the class could not be more obvious.

Helplessly, he lowered his eyebrows, to let him know when a piece of chalk appeared in his hand, and as he raised his hand, the chalk flew straight in the direction of the two of them.

At the moment when she felt the movement in the air, Su Bei opened her eyes for the first time, but the afterglow of her eyes only had time to flash a white phantom, and she saw the "dark weapon" passing through the gap between her and Duan Zimu. Fly directly behind her.

The goal is... I wipe, ink on? !

Subei felt a lot of sobriety.

However, she did not hear the sound of chalk hitting.

She, who was in front, did not see that, at the moment when the chalk hit the ink on the head, she kept raising the hand resting on the desk and pinched the piece of chalk in the palm of her hand.

After passing through nearly half of the classroom chalk, a white arc was drawn in the air, and finally disappeared in the hand of Mo Shangjun.

The students who saw this scene grew their mouths and almost swallowed an egg.

It was a step of throwing away chalk, but I was not surprised when I saw such a scene.

In view of the many eyes gathered on himself, Mo Shangyun opened his eyes and then got up from the desk.

She raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, her eyelids were half drooping, and she didn't fully open. She fell back sleepily, and then grunted, "Teacher Bu, your chalk has dropped."

As soon as the lazy voice fell to the ground, she saw her raise her hand, and as soon as she reached the chalk in her hand, she brushed it in the direction of walking with ease.

It seems to be a random movement, but both the strength and the direction are accurate. The step is to raise the hand gently, and the piece of chalk falls into his hand.

"Thank you."

Bu Yirong said with a smile, his voice was gentle and nice, like a trickle.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun froze for a moment before opening his eyes completely.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyelids raised, her head tilted slightly, and she looked at the steps beside the podium to let it go.

Bu Yirong looked at her with a smile, with a gentle and calm expression, and was not satisfied and angry when he couldn't find it.

The instructor's "good temper" inevitably surprised Mo Shangyun.

The deputy captain of gS9 No. 1 Squadron...the temper will definitely not be okay.

Then, she heard Bu Yirong said: "Classmate 005, help me call the 018 classmate in front of you."