Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Mo girl, why are you here?"

There was a middle-aged man's energetic interrogation at the door.

Hearing the sound was familiar, Mo Shangyun turned around and looked towards the door.

Standing outside, it was Wu Jiu.

Wearing the army uniform, two bars and four stars on the shoulder, a bluffing Chinese character face, full of majesty and integrity, full of leadership.

But as soon as he saw Mo Shangyun, his solemnity faded away, and he was replaced by kindness and surprise, but it was not too obvious.

"Uncle Wu?"

Suddenly, Mo Shangyun greeted him.

At this time, seeing clearly the people standing outside, the trainer stood up with a snap, raised his hand and saluted a military salute to those outside.

"Good head!"

The instructor yelled roundly.

At the same time, he looked at Mo Shangyun with horror from the corner of his eyes.

uncle?

Call a two-bar, four-star leader ‘Uncle’ and look familiar.

What is the reason for this transferred military training instructor?

"It's done," Wu Jiu walked in and waved at the instructor. Then he looked at Mo Shangyun. "Aren't you supposed to be in the reconnaissance camp now? How come you came here?"

He was still hesitating whether to give him a tribute to Mo Shangyun, and raised his hand to touch his nose. "Guide a military training instructor."

"You?" Wu Jiu did not conceal his expression in surprise, and then carefully scanned the ink circle, "Bring military training?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun nodded calmly.

"Still bring military training from their school?" Wu Jiu glanced intently at the trainer in the back.

Somehow, by the look in his eyes, the instructor suddenly felt that he was useless.

"Huh." Mo Shangjun continued to nod.

Frowning his eyebrows tightly, Wu Jiu shook his head helplessly: "You don't want to run here even if you don't want to lead troops to the special forces?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun touched his nose.

She can be sure that Wu Jiu absolutely listened to the conversation with the instructor, otherwise it would not be so deliberate.

Special team?

Also... bring, soldiers? !

The instructor glanced at the two quickly, then bowed his head sharply.

I go!

Why is there no news about this kind of thing?

"What are you?"

Avoiding the continued embarrassment of the atmosphere, Mo Shangyun appropriately shifted the topic.

Wu Jiu said: "Here is going to get a scientific research project. I'll come over and choose a few people."

"you?"

Mo Shangyun looked at him thoughtfully.

Wu Jiu smiled: "Do you look down on me?"

"If you are engaged in scientific research...it's a bit." Mo Shangyun was very honest.

"Haha," Wu Jiu laughed, raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, and then said, "Relax, dig a powerful character... By the way, would you like to meet?"

"Not interested in."

Mo Shangyun answered very decisively.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Wu Jiu still wanted to say something, but the door outside knocked again.

"Good head!" There was a young voice outside, followed by the man came in and said to Wu Jiu, "I have found everything you want."

"Okay." Wu Jiu nodded, then looked at Mo Shangyun, "Are you going to see it?"

Mo Shangjun shrugged, and just wanted to refuse, he heard the young voice—

"Mo Xuemei?"

Mo Shangyun: "..."

How did you know?

After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun looked up at the talking young man.

Twenty-five-five years old, tall and thin, it is estimated to be one and a half meters tall, and his figure is okay.

However, Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, and there was no one in his memory.

Not to mention remembering his name.

"Do you know?" Wu Jiu asked.

"Yes." The young man nodded, looked at Mo Shangyun with a smile, and answered steadily, "Mo Xuemei and I used to be a school alumnus and once participated in a society."

"..."

Mo Shangyun listened quietly without any indication.

Whatever he said, she didn't know anyway.

"Oh, like this." Wu Jiu nodded. "I remember which class teacher you are?"

"Yes, I am the class teacher of this year's instrument science and technology major." said the young man.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

Come on, by coincidence!

"Introduce," the neglected instructor stood up in time, pointing to the ink and said, "Shi Xiang, your school girl, just took the military training of your class."

Time item?

Acquaintance?

Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.

"Is it?" Shi Xiang was a little surprised and smiled at Mo Yun, "Instructor Mo, then you will work hard."

"She wants information about the students in your class..." the instructor added.

"Yes, then give her."

Shi Xiang nodded hesitantly and promised to be extremely cheerful.

Instructor: "..."

what happened? !

Although Shi Xiang was just transferred, he did not act so perfunctoryly before!

"Thanks." Mo Shangjun nodded and thanked.

Shi Xiang looked at her with a smile, said nothing, and then left with Wu Jiu.

Mo Shangyun and the instructor watched them leave.

After the two disappeared at the door, the instructor withdrew his gaze, and then looked into Mo Shangyun's eyes, faintly depressing.

This time the school invited not a military training instructor, but a young ancestor.

Two minutes later, the instructor asked Mo Shangjun to sit at his desk and use his office computer to browse the materials of this class of instrument science and technology students.

The instructor was still thinking about what to do if Mo Shangjun wanted to print the manuscript, and what legitimate reasons he should find to refuse, but he was nervous for half an hour, and Mo Shangjun didn't even mention this.

She also only read these student materials on the computer.

Then, asked for their roster.

"correct."

Taking the roster, Mo Shangyun got up and just wanted to leave, but he paused again.

The instructor's eyes widened, and he felt his heart lift again.

"Do I need to write a review of the riots caused in the morning?" Raised his eyebrows, and Mo Shangyun asked directly.

"No, no."

The instructor shook his head immediately after seeing Mo Shun asked so readily.

This posture... he really didn't know if he had a good attitude to admit his mistakes, or he seemed threatened by nothing.

"That line." Mo Shangjun nodded.

No need to write, just right.

I thought they would seize the matter and give her a ideological education class.

*

11:30.

Mo Shangyun returned to the training ground.

At a glance, the military training has been proceeding smoothly. In the morning, standing in a military position, standing and taking a rest, and reporting, all of them are very different.

After disappearing for more than an hour, Mo Shangyun who appeared here again undoubtedly attracted the attention of many instructors and freshmen in the Three Battalions.

However, Mo Shangyun was already accustomed to it, and walked to the three rows of venues without squinting.

well.

——All the people in the three rows are resting, including the two monitors.

When I saw Mo Shangyun's figure, I don't know who first took the lead and shouted, and then all stood up from the ground, a big clatter.

Chu Feiyin, who was standing aside, also successfully saw Mo Shangjun. She did not panic too much, but after Mo Shangyun approached, she explained: "Instructor Mo, they just took a break."

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun took the conversation blandly.

Ok?

Meaning, this is the end of the story?

"How long have you rested?" Mo Shangyun glanced at his sweaty newborn.

"five minutes."

Looking down at his watch, Chu Feiyin replied.

"OK." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, and then walked towards this group of undecent new students who were abused by a military posture.

Everyone now looks at her with a little caution and fear.

They were so tired that they were too tired to think about anything with Mo, and they kept thinking about rest, rest and rest.

Provocation and resistance, wait for them to rest and talk again!

"set!"

Mo Shangyun said the two words they least want to hear at the moment.

A group of simmering cabbage leaves gathered towards the center feebly.

"Stand up-right, take a rest!"

"stand at attention!"

Two passwords made them reluctantly cheer up.

"Stand for another ten minutes." Mo Shangyun said.

A group of devastated flowers of the motherland, vigorously roared a word ——

"Yes!"

ten minutes!

Compared to half an hour, it's worth it!

They can only so comfort themselves.

Mo Shangyun took the wicker from Chu Feiyin and continued to wander around the line.

Okay.

After two hours of military training, these freshmen stood a little bit interesting, no longer the previous crooked twists and turns, and there are no strange irregular movements, although there are still some minor problems, but generally speaking People are satisfied.

These ten minutes, let the three rows of freshmen who have reached the end, feel extremely anxious, only hate that every second passes too slowly, and it cannot end in a blink of an eye.

Ten minutes, the end.

Mo Shangjun stood in front of the line, glanced at the watch, and gently hooked his lower lip.