Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Rookies, are you convinced?"

Mo Shangyun's voice, as always, was deserted.

Word by word, it penetrated the pour-down rain curtain, pierced through the cold wind, and fell down like a lethal weapon.

In a flash, people's hearts tightened, and their faces were particularly embarrassed.

At the next moment, everyone stared at Mo Shangjun, and in the fiery sight, there was a fighting factor unsatisfactory.

"Not convinced!"

The two words, such as Zhentian roaring, deafening, and sky-rocketing, resounded throughout the entire Erlian venue.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

The ink squinted, showing a sardonic smile, the words asked suddenly, "I'm really dissatisfied?!"

"Not convinced!"

Another two-word answer, but the voice is louder than before.

Even the first and third consecutive venues could hear some movement.

Mo Shangyun played with a whistle in his hand and swept them coldly. "So, what do you want to do?"

"training!"

The collective roared in unison, the voice was loud and magnificent.

Mo Shangyun smiled, "But, tomorrow, I want to give you a day off."

"..."

The development, which does not follow the rhythm at all, makes the Erlian soldiers collectively silent.

After a while, Li Liang, who was the platoon leader, suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Report, we can train ourselves!"

"This is random." Chu Liangxia shrugged indifferently.

So consciously, you can consider adding a chicken leg.

"Report!" Lin Qi shouted.

"Say."

Looking directly at Mo Shangjun's eyes, Lin Qi's eyes were burning, "Will you still take us to train later?"

"It depends." Chu Liangxia returned lightly.

"report!"

This time it was Xiang Yongming standing in the back row.

"Don't shout," Mo Shangyun put the whistle into his pocket a little anxiously, and raised an eyebrow. "If you have any questions, say it in one breath."

"We hope to surpass the succession in the assessment at the end of February!" Xiang Yongming's words were firm, and each word was like a water drop hitting the ground, which could make an echo.

"Then," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and said in a very idle way, "As a deputy company commander, you must praise you. If you have ambition, come on."

"We hope that you will conduct the training!"

"We hope to have your leadership!"

"Mo Fulian--"

"What's the noise?!" Mo Shangyun interrupted the third person's roar, raised his hands and rubbed his ears, looked at them impatiently, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Did you always check the tail of the crane in the assessment? You haven't seen your fighting spirit guarding the training ground. Now you know that losing is hard to watch?!"

In a word of unkindness, the head was smashed down, Erlian fell silent again, but the eyes staring at Mo Shangyun were shining, like a burning torch, full of fighting spirits that refused to admit defeat.

"Tomorrow's day off, I took the time to make a training list for you, and I want to practice to find company commander Lang." Mo Shangyun said without hesitation. When the expression of this group of people gradually showed a happy look, he came abruptly. A sentence--

"Disband!"

Just leave after finishing talking, and too lazy to spend time with them.

Erlian was overjoyed, thinking that Mo Fulian's mouth was hard and soft, but he didn't dare to say it. Just looking at her figure away, she always felt that the air she had suffered from the other side suddenly disappeared.

*

The next day.

Due to the discussion with Lang Yan about the vacation in advance, Mo Shangyun did not manage the training of Erlian. Early in the morning, before dawn, he trained himself with a flashlight.

After running for a while, Mo Shangjun found that the tail that followed was Lin Qi who was struggling to catch up with her footsteps. She didn’t care much. Anyway, she took Lin Qi and ran along this route, so she followed her. Training.

End the training at seven.

Mo Shangyun returned to the training ground of Erlian.

Across the distance, I saw the group of hard-working soldiers.

She probably counted, except Lin Qi, the rest are basically all together.

Even Lang Yan is there.

"Yo, where have you been."

Lang Yan, who had finished running in the morning, ran to Mo Shangyun with sweat.

He looked at Ink Yun, who was soaked in sweat, and felt only strange in his heart.

Even if I train with Erlian, I have never seen Mo Shangyun sweating drastically. There are very few sweats. Most of the time, she doesn't even breathe.

"I practiced for a while." Mo Shangyun raised the brim.

"..."

Lang Yan glanced at her silently.

The amount of her training is definitely not so large.

"Problems?"

"Oh, I just want to thank you," Lang Yan smiled heartily, and extended his finger to the figure on the training ground. "At five in the morning, they were woken up by them and said they wanted your designated training table. I don’t have any training table, I found it on your desk later...Everyone has a corresponding training plan, and I am very convinced of you."

In the end, Lang Yan was left with emotion.

One hundred people, one hundred training tables, each marked, he looked dizzy.

Fortunately, it was just a two-day training table, or he would have to cast his body on Mo Shangyun's five bodies.

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "If I say it's my whim..." I played with it.

Lang Yan stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder, looking at her quite heavily, and said seriously: "Please don't break my beautiful fantasy."

"That's what I painstakingly chased out." Mo Shangyun changed his mouth in coordination.

"Haha," so confusing, Lang Yan laughed, patted her shoulder, and raised her eyebrows, "Are you going to run a few laps?"

"Farewell," Mo Shangyun spread his hand, "I'm afraid your self-esteem is frustrated."

Lang Yan: "..."

*

After hitting Lang Yan, Mo Shangyun left the training ground in a good mood.

In the evening, there is a New Year’s Eve party, and the entire reconnaissance battalion is celebrating New Year’s Eve together. Mo Shangyun still has to negotiate with people for two consecutive programs.

She took a shower, changed her clothes, and went to the auditorium.

The auditorium is setting up the stage, except for the second company, the first company and the third company have training, until the afternoon can not rest for half a day, so no one is rehearsing.

Although Mo Shangjun was bored, he still consulted with several cadres and discussed the evening party. The result was -

Perhaps looking at her being very active, Mo Shangyun was very sad to get the temporary status of "female host".

In the afternoon, Mo Shangyun went back with a stack of paper, and it was said that he had to be familiar before the party.

You can play on the spot, and you can copy the text, but you must have a good understanding of the process.

On the way, Lang Yan met Mo Shangyun, and wanted to greet her, but she got her creepy "smile greeting", almost scared away the soul, and left away.

Except for him, several other people who met her were basically scared not to step forward.

Suban building.

Ink holding a stack of paper, with a cold face, went to the fourth floor.

You have to find someone to rehearse first.

Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun looked up lazily and walked to another dormitory.

On the right hand side, the first one, nobody.

The second one, no one.

In the second room, the door was open and there was a sound, it stopped.

Leaning on the door, Mo Shangyun just wanted to finish talking, and heard a sneaky voice from inside: "You said Mo Fulian..."