Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Tired?"

The voice fell down from the top of the head, and on this hot afternoon, the voice sounded a little unreal.

Mo Shangjun held his hands up and shouted in the gap: "Report, not tired!"

"It's all sweating."

Ahead, Yan Tianxing was slightly distressed.

Mo Shangyun felt a chill in his heart.

However, no matter what her mood is, the rhythm of doing push-ups is not chaotic. She counts them one by one very clearly.

But at this moment, a hand reached into the field of vision, slender fingers, holding a paper towel, and wiped the sweat on her forehead, nose bridge, and cheeks very gently.

But, because Mo Shangyun did the push-ups, the tissue wiped her face.

The texture of the tissue is still soft, but it still scratches the ink on the face.

Mo Shangjun simply stopped, supporting with both hands, stopping with extremely push-up preparations, and then slightly raised his head, watching Yan Tianxing squatting in front of him, slowly tidying up the sweat wipes.

"report!"

Mo Shangyun shouted one word at a time, and there was a bit of irritability hidden in those cold eyes.

Yan Tianxing lowered his head, the shadow of the brim falling down covered his face. Because of the back light, the front fell into darkness. The figure was enveloped by light. It was very obvious that the contrast between light and darkness caused a visual impact.

Can't see his expression clearly.

He sorted out the paper towels, and then lay lazily, "Say."

"Can you get away... go further?"

Just in case the hat of "disrespecting the sir" was buckled up, Mo Shangyun changed his tongue halfway.

"Listen to you."

Yan Tianxing said quietly.

But, when he had finished speaking, he did not rush out, but took out a folded newspaper.

Mo Shangyun looked at his eyes, and an ominous premonition rose again in his heart.

I saw that Yan Tianxing unfolded the newspaper without any hassle, only to fold it once before stopping, and then placed this newspaper between Mo Shangjun's hands under Mo Shangjun's gaze.

Yan Tianxing said: "Khan penetrated the newspaper and the punishment ended."

"..."

Mo Shangyun suddenly remembered Yan Tian Xing Gang's move to wipe her sweat...

Good kind.

"Yes!"

Mo Shangyun simply returned a word from Yan Tianxing.

The interaction between the two, in the eyes of Ji Ruonan, who just fell aside, only felt that the pain in his body disappeared unconsciously. The only thing he could feel was-shock.

If you say to put the newspaper at the beginning, Mo Shangyun had 2200 push-ups last night. It shouldn’t be a problem for sweat to penetrate the newspaper, but now Mo Shangyun is half done.

Although both of them... well, it's kind of weird.

But as far as she understands, Yan Tianxing is not such a stingy person.

Strangely, Ji Ruonan took a moment to look at Mo Shangyun, did not feel the slightest anger from Mo Shangyun, and even accelerated the movement of doing push-ups unconsciously.

Ji Ruonan had doubts, but Yan Tianxing had stood up at this time, she had to bow her head and continue to do her own push-ups.

Yan Tianxing glanced lightly at the two of them, then withdrew his eyes and left again.

*

Five minutes later, Ji Ruonan completed 1300 push-ups.

She gasped and then got up from the ground.

After more than a month of inattentive training, her physical fitness is not as perverted, especially the lack of arm strength in both hands. After completing the 1,300 push-ups, her hands were almost useless this afternoon.

She hesitated, watching Mo Yunyun, who was still doing push-ups, and walked over.

Surprisingly, a lot of sweat has dripped from the newspaper that Mo Shangjun placed between his hands. The speed of Mo Shangyun doing push-ups is also faster than expected.

Ji Ruonan stood in amazement, looking at the folded newspaper a little wet in a short time, could not help but cold for a while.

Halfway through, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat on her face with her arm.

As soon as Mo Shangyun speeds up, the more sweat he produces, this is understandable. But she didn't expect that Mo Shangyun did so many push-ups, she still had such physical strength, and she didn't even change her breathing much.

After a while, Ji Ruonan realized that he was a bit worried, and his brow moved slightly, and he left without a word.

However, Mo Shangyun waited until the newspaper had soaked for nearly half before stopping.

She didn't take a long rest, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and took the newspaper to the office building.

However, after turning around, he didn't see Yan Tianxing, and finally threw the newspaper directly to Xiao Chuyun.

"Oh."

Sitting at the desk, Xiao Chuyun took the time to look at Mo Shangyun while he was busy.

"Instructor Yan?"

Mo Shangjun stood under the ceiling fan, blowing the hot air created by the crystallization of human wisdom.

In the ghost weather, the electric fan is on, and the wind is hot.

"I went to the training ground." Xiao Chuyun replied, then raised his eyes and noticed that Mo Shangyun was wet with his training uniform. After thinking about it, he asked a little bit, "Want to drink?"

It is understandable that the students were fined so much, but the instructor is always the instructor... This time Yan Ye started a little ruthlessly.

However, looking at Mo Shangjun's calm expression as always, Xiao Chuyun thought of the "Mo Shangyun might be furious" that Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng discussed in secret, and thought that this prediction might be a bit wrong.

"No need to."

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

"You have no other task this afternoon?" Xiao Chuyun asked.

"Well." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, and raised his hand, and simply took off the training cap.

With this pick, all the wet, short hair was exposed, and sweat dripped down along the fever, just like fishing out of the water.

"Then you can move freely." Xiao Chuyun kindly added.

"Oh."

Free time, you can take a bath, take a good rest, or go around... always give her half a day off.

*

Four p.m.

After taking a shower and changing to a new set of training uniforms, Mo Shangyun, with a popsicle in his mouth, carrying a bag of daily necessities, plugged in a Bluetooth headset and walked out of the crunching supermarket of the electric fan.

Summer is really here.

Mo Shangjun thought so, biting a popsicle and walking into the sun.

Anyway, she was idle. She walked back like a walk. When the popsicle was half chewed, she passed the training ground, and she suddenly saw the batch of students who were trained to take a breathless breath.

At the moment, some students are running around the training ground, and some are crossing the 400-meter obstacle.

As soon as Mo Shangyun stopped, she noticed that many eyes were swept over, looking at...oh, the popsicle in her hand.

Mo Shangyun took a slow bite.

At the moment, those greedy eyes instantly turned into a raging anger, and I wish I could rush to grab her popsicle.

Successfully pulled a bunch of hatred worth of ink on Yun, shrugged very frankly, and then prepared to turn and leave.

However, just turning sideways, the phone in the pocket vibrated.

Mo Shangyun held a popsicle, raised his hand to his ear, and pressed the answer button on the Bluetooth headset.

Then, he bit a popsicle and said, "Talk."

"Little slider."

Mu Qixuan's long-lost voice came from the headphones.

I haven't spoken with Mu Qixuan for a long time, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but stopped, just converged the just Zhang Yang, and shouted seriously: "Senior."

As soon as he shouted, Mo Shangjun raised his eyes, and coldly saw Yan Tianxing's figure standing not far away crash into his eyes. Mo Shangjun glanced at his eyes, and immediately withdrew his sight. Even the pace of leaving accelerated a little.

"Is there anything?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"I just want to ask you, summer is coming, did Xia Xun think about it? Also, the instructor learned about the recent training, and asked me to ask you, how are you doing in the training camp?"

"Xia Xun..." Mo Shangyun raised his head and looked at the sun still hanging in the air, his lips rising, "Where are you going to get a layer of skin?"

"You are as hard as the sun training, are you afraid of this little sun?" Mu Qixuan asked funny.

Mo Shangyun: "..." Ha ha.

The sun there cannot be more poisonous.

the little sun?

Just the little sun had to sunburn her.

However, she did not agree, nor was it because of the sun.

She was transferred to the reconnaissance battalion for six months, but she spent most of her time abroad, which can be said to be quite "not doing business". It's not interesting to keep running for the future.

She is just young and can rest.

Ink on Yun was pretending to be like, "This, senior, look at me, this thin skin and tender meat..."

"..."

Mu Qixuan burst into tears and laughter.

It is also a personal essence, it is impossible not to understand the meaning of Mo Shangyun, Mu Qixuan asked with a smile: "Are you sure?"

"Ok."

"It's a pity, I still expected you to give us a lesson." Mu Qixuan was really sorry.

"If you say that, I should have killed it."

Mo Shangyun bit his last popsicle.

"Come on! Really praise you!" Mu Qixuan had no choice but to explain.

"Oh," Mo Shangyun threw the bamboo sticks of the popsicles in the trash bin as soon as he raised his hand, and said slowly, "I have two schoolmates, and the things I learn have something to do with your navy, where you are Do you want it?"

It's almost June, and students from major universities are also facing graduation. Although their schools are allocated by package, they can still apply if there are better units.

As a **** of learning, Mo Shangyun, knowing a few scholars, is a matter of course.

Mu Qixuan asked a few words casually, listening to Mo Shangyun's introduction of her two tyrants, and couldn't help laughing. "Are you asking if we want it or are we asking if we can't grab it?"

"They just have a high level of theory and some learn." Mo Shangyun wrote lightly.

Mu Qixuan said with a smile: "I will report to it later, and it is estimated that this matter will be settled in the evening."

In this case, he can't be the master, because his frogman troops can't ask for it, and Mo Shangyun doesn't shove people into his action troops, but specifically refers to certain professional counterparts...

Someone rushed for it.

It can be said that Mo Shangyun did not sell favors to him, but gave them a gift.

"Thank you." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes.

Mu Qixuan asked about the camp again.

Mo Shangyun's evaluation is very objective, the instructors are very serious, colleagues are fools, and the qualifications of the students are not bad...

By the way, I picked a few things that could be said.

However, I kept silent on the matter that I was just fined in the afternoon.

"By the way, is it you who took the soldiers to fight the flood?" Mu Qixuan asked.

Mo Shangjun walked into the office building and responded softly, "Well."

"Congratulations, this high-efficiency event was carried out by our captain as an educational material."

"Oh?" Mo Shangyun frowned, "Can you be picked up by your captain personally in this small incident in our backcountry?"

When Mo Shangjun asked in a funny way, he specially emphasized the word "in person".

The two knew well.

"Of course," the old God of Mu Qixuan was there, and said in a modest tone, "inside, there is your senior-that is my credit."

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

"You have all reported on this matter. A mysterious army of female soldiers has consolidated the levee overnight. This efficiency, other troops seeing it, is afraid of committing suicide."

The first time I heard about the "report", Mo Shangyun froze for a moment, and vaguely thought of something.

Well……

This afternoon, most of the newspapers soaked in her sweat seemed to have the word "anti-flood".

There hasn't been much rain recently...

However, she did not take a closer look.

But without intention to pursue, Mo Shangyun went to the third floor and thought for a while, suddenly said: "Senior."

"Ok?"

"Ask for something."

"You say."

Mo Shangyun walked to the corridor, looked at the training ground in the distance, and was silent for a while.

"Can we afford the future of those people?" Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelid slightly, and a strange emotion flashed under his eyes.

She pressed the brim to hide her expression.

There was silence on the phone.

"No one can afford it." It took a long time for Mu Qixuan to speak out as easily as possible. "Slider, you are not suitable for thinking about these issues."

"I think you will think."

Mo Shangyun raised his head.

Suddenly, his vision widened, and somewhere in the bottom of his eyes, there was a figure of Yan Tianxing.

What did he say at the time?

——On your shoulders, it can only support your future.

wrong.

In a sense, she and Yan Tianxing are not the same kind of people.

It was Mu Qixuan, she had no reason to believe...he would think.

They are all people who like to die in a dead end.

When a question is there, they will have to find the answer, even if they are very clear that the answer is not necessarily what they want or it may be diverse. Even, they may never find the answer.

"Yes, I have been thinking." Mu Qixuan said, "You know, I saw the sacrifice of my comrades for the first time four years ago. However, there is a detail you should not know, he can actually not sacrifice... …He wanted to save someone, and he got into his life. Finally, he didn’t get a thank you from the parents of the rescued person. I talked to the instructor for a night. His old man was very knowledgeable and experienced, and he couldn’t do it. A reasonable judgment. In the end, we discuss the most obvious answer-seeing the problem from different angles, there will be different answers."

Mu Qixuan said very calmly, from beginning to end, not sad or unhappy, slowly narrating.

It's been a long time, and even he can't remember the details of the original incident.

He only knew that his comrades had sacrificed. At that time, he was very angry.

Yes, only anger.

He felt that this should not be the case.

He believes that he will be rewarded by giving.

He firmly believes that people are always compassionate.

When a living life is paid for you, you should not get "You have not saved my son."

For so many years, he felt powerless for the first time, and what he learned was useless in the face of the phenomenon that he felt ‘totally unreasonable and should not’.

He knew that as a soldier, he should rush in front of the people. He knew how to save people in dangerous situations. He knew that being a man should be humble, polite, and conscientious... These are taught by schools, troops, and seniors.

However, no one taught him how to warm the heart when he encountered something that was enough to cool their **** heart.

He remembered that for a long time, he was very angry, and they were all very angry.

After the last discussion with the tutor, he was still angry, so when he began to lead the army, he thought about how to let the **** lads, a hot burning heart never be destroyed.

Although he is still confused about human nature, he still has many questions about many things, and still has to do things after he can't think of an answer.

However, he thought that the conclusion reached with the instructor can be said to Mo Shangyun.

Although, he believes that Mo Shangyun will get many different answers to this question in the future.

After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun turned his head down and saw the figure on the training ground, whispering: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Mu Qixuan tried to laugh, but suddenly he couldn't laugh.

After this problem, Mo Shangjun didn't talk much with Mu Qixuan. When Mo Shangjun put the daily necessities back in the dormitory cabinet, he hung up the phone with Mu Qixuan.

At the same time, put away the Bluetooth headset and mobile phone.

Simply tidy up, Mo Shangyun went out of the dormitory again.

This time, as soon as she stepped in, she heard a real voice—

"Instructor Mo!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Some people say that 2200 push-ups are fake. Those who are interested can go to Baidu to search. There are more than 3,000 push-ups in an hour, and even more terrible records.

*

Yesterday I was very angry and deleted many of the previous questions.

I still want to say that Si Sheng has basically been helping Mo Jun since his appearance until now. The only time he has written a summary is for Mo Shangjun.

You [specially refer to some people] don’t know what Cen Yun and Si Sheng have experienced, so I love Mo Shangyun, but I think Mo Shangyun has taught you not to make judgments when you don’t understand. I can say that neither Cen Zhuo nor Si Sheng, even Yan Ye and Mo Cang, may not be easier than Mo Shangyun. Many things that Mo Shangjun experienced may not be worth mentioning to them.

Why does everyone have to paint around her?

*

Thank you for worrying about the next article in the bottle.

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