Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"What about your instructors?!"

Xiang Yongming's voice is not small, a question, he will suppress all the voices present.

The team that was just as lively as the vegetable market calmed down.

They were given a few seconds of quiet time, and Xiang Yongming also looked around — surrounded by female instructors, which should be within the scope of the electronics department.

That’s wrong, how can such a scene appear in the place where Mo Fu is connected?

Moreover, she seems to be away?

"She just left."

The female instructors in three rows and two rows next door approached this side.

Intermittently, there are other instructors and freshmen looking around here.

"Who are their instructors?" Xiang Yongming asked curiously.

"Mo Shangyun, the battalion commander."

There was a strange yin and yang voice in the boys' lineup.

The female instructors in the second row thought for a while and said, "It should be that they are standing upright and are angry."

It used to be quite quiet here, no one paid attention to it, but then it gradually became more lively. When they paid attention, they just saw Mo Shangjun and Chu Feiyin leaving.

Because he didn't know what was going on, no instructor came up.

"Who did you just say?"

Xiang Yongming ignored the female trainers in the second row and walked directly to the boy who had just spoken.

As he approached, he raised his hand and grabbed the boy's collar.

Such sudden movements not only scared the person's face pale, but also the freshmen and instructors around were shocked, and I didn't know how to react.

"Ink, ink on Jun."

The boy was unclear, so he spoke the name a little bit.

"Oh shit!"

Xiang Yongming clenched his fist in his left hand, and his anger broke out, intending to punch the boy directly.

However, it was stopped first.

"Xiang Yongming, don't be impulsive! What's the challenge with them?!"

A soldier from Scouting Erlian rushed up in time and hugged Xiang Yongming's shoulder from behind, dragging people away.

However, this matter is not over.

The scout fighters who got the news one after another came to this side one by one, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers and non-commissioned soldiers dressed in army uniforms were surrounded by the 30th row.

They have been in the sun on the training ground all the year round. In front of this group of freshmen who are spoiled at home, they are completely crushing victory. Just now, the few riotous boys who are proud and proud, are completely scared at this moment. Too.

Who can think of it, just such a trivial matter, how could the ink be taken away?

Who can think of it, just taking the ink away, how can so many instructors stand up to defend him?

However, the group of people next to them, the same look is not so good, one by one,

"I said, who just bullied us Mo Fulian?"

"stand out!"

"Now young people are patient, what is the ability to bully a woman?"

...

For more than a dozen people, you said one sentence to one sentence, so that the freshmen present had no chance to say a word.

The first time they saw such a scene, it was really stunned.

Yan Jiale, who had wanted to talk to them about what happened, saw the scene and blinked her **** and white eyes. After thinking about it, she was silent.

As for the instructors from the armored infantry battalions next to each other, they looked at each other and didn't know how to persuade them, so they could only stand quietly and watch the development in dumbfounded.

Yesterday I was in my own company and I saw how Mo Shangyun was sought after. Now this is something that can make the people in their camp drop their platoons and hurry up to help her back up... Jun, where is sacred?

"Damn it's wrong. Who can bully Mo Fulian?"

Awkwardly, a surprise question broke out from the crowd.

Immediately, all interrogations ceased.

Everyone: "..."

Right... right.

Even if they can survive her whole death, who can bully her?

Xiang Yongming touched his nose.

What the **** is going on here? !

"Who was bullied?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came, which attracted all the attention present.

Everyone looked at the sound, and suddenly saw Mo Shangyun standing outside the crowd. She stood straight, holding a wicker just picked in her hand, and bent into a circle in her hand. The leaves are not withered, and the green leaves are dotted with that wicker, but they are so pretty.

Beside her, stood the face of Chu Feiyin in amazement.

"No, no, no, this is not what we are talking about!" Xiang Yongming first stood up and explained.

"Cough, let's check it out."

"You are just going to pull the wicker, as you said earlier, I'll do it for you!"

...

A group of two stunned children said with a smile, trying to resolve the embarrassment.

After a while, Xiang Yongming suddenly said another sentence, "But your row is not good, it is far worse than ours, wouldn't they have left you the most?"

Mo Shangyun shrugged her shoulders, her fingers spread slightly, and the wicker in a circle immediately spread out. She shook the long wicker in her hand and raised an eyebrow at them: "Are you going by yourself, or should I help?"

"It's time to go, time to go."

"let's go."

"We will visit you again!"

"Mo Fulian, this wicker must be used with care. Don't let you discount the flowers and bones that the motherland is about to bloom."

"Call me when you want to beat someone, I will definitely be lighter than you!"

...

A group of people in the reconnaissance camp said this, and then they spread out again, rushing towards their own platoon.

However, the military training instructors of the armored infantry battalion glanced at each other and saw that the matter had subsided, so they did not join in the excitement and rushed back.

The female instructors who belonged to the electronic camp, except those who knew Mo Shangjun, looked at her with strange eyes before leaving.

They could not understand why Mo Shangyun was so sought after.

An instructor who can’t even teach a student’s upright posture, an instructor who is not good except for his good looks and high rank, and an instructor who is resisted by a student and leaves without saying a word...

What is worth following?

Just like her, Qin Xue, who is also out of group, might as well convince them.

"Cut, please the crowd."

Qin Lian, who was standing next to Qin Xue, groaned quite disdainfully and then turned around.

Qin Xue glanced at her and walked towards his seven rows.

*

The electronic battalion has three rows and three rows. After this farce, it gradually returns to calm.

"Instructor Mo, it's all me who is bad," Chu Feiyin looked down at Mo Shangyun with regret, "I should stay here to watch over them."

"Not your business."

Mo Shangyun said lightly.

Having finished speaking, she walked a few steps forward and came to the front of the third row.

It's a pity that even if they have just experienced what they have just done, they still have nothing to do.

The two students who were the most disobedient at the time of standing were still unbearable.

Mo Shangyun looked around and fell on the students with the most small moves in the third row.

"Liu Hui!"

"To!"

"Wu Guangcheng."

"To!"

Both of them responded to Mo Shangyun's death.

"Dequeue." Mo Shangjun said briefly.

The two looked at each other and then came out without a word.

That walking posture, crooked and twisted, looked like two fools in Mo Shangyun's eyes.

At the moment of impatience such as Mo Shangyun, the two finally came to the front of the line.

"Li-Zheng." Mo Shangjun issued a password.

The two were too obvious without rebellion and acted according to their words.

However, the standard of Mo Shangyun is enough to score negatively.

Not angry, Mo Shangyun shook the willow branch in his hand and walked a few steps towards the two of them, and said slowly: "The men and women don't accept each other, so I specially prepared some props for you."

"Report! Corporal punishment is illegal!"

Liu Hui's face changed slightly, shouting loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, the wicker hit his hand, and the unexpected pain caused his hand to shrink and almost closed his fist.

"Two arms naturally sag, fingers close together." Mo Shangjun's indifferent voice came.

A pain in the shoulder.

"The shoulders should be flat and slightly stretched back."

Chin hurt.

"Straighten your chest and look straight ahead."

Knee hurt.

"Heels are close together, sixty degrees."

Correcting all his movements one by one, Mo Shangyun turned and walked towards Wu Guangcheng, and came to him as usual.

After the two people's postures were standard, Mo Shangyun walked slowly to the front of the line.

Wrap the long wicker in your hands, and Mo Shangyun raised her eyelids, looking at the young people like ants.