Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Holding a sharing mentality, Mo Shangjun fed half of Yan Tianxing's supper, and after the two had finished eating, it was already 9:30 in the evening.

Successive students ran back to the camp.

Mo Shangyun packed up the garbage and bid farewell to Yan Tianxing, then went to the dormitory.

After arriving at the dormitory, Mo Shangyun realized what "Substitute" will mean when he was walking north.

Although there was an empty dormitory, he did not make a room for Northern Jiangsu. Instead, he temporarily added a folding bed to their dormitory and was next to the bed of Mo Shangyun.

The bed was not yet made, and the backpack was thrown on it. It seemed that it was just a drop of luggage and it had not been packed.

Mo Shangyun glanced away and took back his sight, taking a new set of clothes and taking a bath.

Ladies first, nine thirty to ten o'clock, is the time for women soldiers to take a bath.

However, due to the physical problems of female soldiers, the last batch of female soldiers who arrived was generally only a few minutes of bath time.

At nearly ten o'clock, Mo Shangjun came back with the washed clothes, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard the movement inside—Chen Yuning and Subei were chatting.

To be precise, it is discussing the problem.

Both of them are snipers. There are many topics to talk about. When Mo Shangyun entered, they were talking about some shooting skills in unstable environments.

After seeing Mo Shangjun coming in, the two naturally greeted her, and the discussion did not avoid her.

Mo Shangyun nodded toward them, and took the clothes to dry.

By the time she returned, the two had shifted the subject.

"How about, can you come to give them a lesson?" Chen Yuning asked North Jiangsu, "Tomorrow there is shooting training."

"Okay."

Subei responded without hesitation, without any hesitation.

She also wanted to meet the female frogs of the South China Sea Fleet for a while.

At this time, Chen Yuning, who noticed that Mo Shangyun came in, suddenly turned his head and asked Mo Shangyun, "Do you train tomorrow?"

"Ok."

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun responded.

There is no difference between leading a soldier and training.

Chen Yuning just asked casually, and when Mo Shangyun gave the answer, he didn't think much about it.

This topic is over.

Subei is quite easy to get along with, at least he has a good temper, and he is not as stiff as Mo Shangyun like You Nianyu.

Occasionally, North Jiangsu would ask a few words, and Mo Shangyun also responded a few times without any conflicts.

The atmosphere is relatively harmonious.

*

In the early morning, two o'clock.

Mo Shangjun slept very lightly, and his eyes opened as soon as he heard the movement of the upper bunk.

This open, almost not scared.

The camp always lights up at night, and there are two outside each flat-roofed house. Even in the dark night, light will be transmitted through the window, making people barely see the dormitory.

As soon as Mo Shangyun opened her eyes, she saw the black shadow standing beside the bed, and she almost consciously threw the dagger beside her pillow out.

For a second, Mo Shangjun could clearly see the person standing beside the bed-Northern Jiangsu.

Subei is well-dressed and fully armed. He has been packed properly. He is standing on the bed at the moment, his arms are folded, his eyes are drooping slightly, his expression looks like a smile but he is staring at Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun returned to his mind, and after calming down, he stood up quietly.

"Does it look good?"

Picking up a coat and putting it on, the ink was asked coolly and whispering, the tone was not too kind.

This big night, anyone who is staring silently with such a pair of eyes will be upset.

North Jiangsu chuckled and said slowly, "I thought you would do it."

After talking, without looking at Mo Shangjun's reaction, he turned the gun over his shoulder and went straight out.

"How long has she been standing?"

Chen Yuning jumped from the upper bunk and glanced toward the doorway, then asked Mo Shangyun.

"do not know."

Mo Shangyun replied with a twisted eyebrow, his tone slightly cold.

Neither she nor Chen Yuning found Northern Jiangsu.

This point makes Mo Shangyun, who has always been quite alert, uncomfortable.

Quickly and tidying himself up, Mo Shangyun also took a moment to sort out the bedding before going out with Chen Yuning.

There is an emergency meeting at half past two tonight.

Like them, knowing the training schedule in advance will naturally get up early.

As soon as the two arrived in the open space, they saw Yan Tianxing, Mu Qixuan, Duan Zimu, and Northern Jiangsu. Mo Shangyun swept around and found that all the instructors had arrived.

Yan Tianxing gave Mo Shangyun a look and signaled her to come to his side.

With the reason of "helping Yan Tianxing lead soldiers", Mo Shangyun also felt that he was bright and upright, so he went directly to Yan Tianxing.

Seeing Mo Shangyun approaching, Yan Tianxing hooked his lower lip and looked in the direction of Duan Zimu.

Duan Zimu, who was talking to Northern Jiangsu, felt the intentional or unintentional line of sight here, squinted towards this side, and then frowned.

cut.

Duan Zimu despised it.

"give."

Yan Tianxing handed Mo Shangyun a whistle.

Taken over, Mo Shangyun said: "Thanks."

However, when the whistle fell into the palm of his hand, Mo Shangyun found that the touch was not right. When Yan Tianxing withdrew her hand, she looked down at the palm of her hand and saw a candy lying next to the whistle.

Mo Shangyun stared at Yan Tianxing and then retreated.

She put both sugar and whistle in her pocket, and then took two steps forward, standing beside Yan Tianxing.

Standing on the side, Mu Qixuan felt a strong taste of love. He could not help but cough and moved a few steps to the side, farther away from them.

At 2:30, Mu Qixuan blew his whistle on time.

"Beep-beep-beep -"

The urgently assembled whistle resounded and floated in the empty and quiet camp.

A cool wind blew across the ear, and the long hair swayed, fluttering in the neck fossa and ears, itchy.

When Mo Shangyun saw those rushing out of the flat-roofed room, he suddenly thought that his hair was growing fast, and it was time to cut it.

In three minutes, everyone was well-dressed, equipped with weapons, and assembled on the open ground.