At the end of November, the East China Sea Fleet, Marine Corps.

Mo Shangyun sat cross-legged on the grass, with a grass in his mouth, while watching the sun pouring down from his head, while watching the frogs struggling in the mud.

After sitting for a long time, she changed her posture, bent her left leg, supported her elbows on her knees, dragged her palms to her chin, and looked at the brave and wary frogmen, as if to see a flower Flowers come.

In the end, a young officer who was still in charge of training the frogmen couldn't stand it. He wiped his face with his hands and walked towards her with nervousness.

"Sir Mo!"

When the officer approached, he greeted Mo Shangyun, but his waist was straight and his face was serious. When he looked at Mo Shangyun, it was like watching a time bomb.

I wonder if it's too hot, and sweat rolls down on his face.

"Something?" Mo Shangyun raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

The look of Dang Er Lang was really not a serious officer.

The young officer was desperate in his heart, but politely said, "It's almost noon, don't you go for a meal?"

"Aren't you not disbanded yet?" Mo Shangjun asked humorously.

"Almost." The officer smiled forcefully.

"Let's be together." Mo Shangyun waved his hand, with an attitude of "coming according to your rules".

The young officer almost knelt for her.

He stood there, unmoved, and hesitated.

Seeing that he hadn't left, Mo Shangjun simply tossed the grass in his mouth and tossed it aside, and then asked him with a smile: "What's the matter?"

"That, sir," the young officer scratched his neck, only to feel that his heart was beating. After a while, he tried the tunnel. "You can't change the place to get the sun? We soldiers are more shy, all of them are naked. It’s shirtless... You’re sitting here, absent-minded. No, they didn’t finish the amount of training this morning."

"Oh……"

Mo Shangyun nodded as if he knew nothing.

However, interfering with other people's training is always a lack of virtue.

Clapping his hands, Mo Shangyun stood up from the ground.

The young officer was relieved.

"Then," shrugged, Mo Shangyun smiled at him, "bye."

The young officer blushed and stammered out two words: "Goodbye."

Mo Shangyun turned and left.

After a few steps, she looked up at the blazing sun and raised her eyebrows helplessly.

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noon.

Mo Shangjun was sitting in Mu Qixuan's office, occupying the only landline, and making a phone call with Long Yan, the company commander of the reconnaissance camp in Ancheng.

Listening to her describing the boring and boring days here, Lang Yan was very unkindly guilty over the phone, mocking her for the retribution that left them running away.

Mo Shangyun has nothing to say.

Three days ago--

After returning from Beijing to Ancheng, Mo Shangyun devoted himself to the training of the reconnaissance company.

Of course, not only the reconnaissance company training, but also developed a complete set of training for herself.

With her training volume to stimulate the second company, the effect was so impressive that the instructor was touched. Later, even the commander Zhong Ru was even alarmed. I don’t know who gave Zhong Ru’s bad idea. It is recommended that Mo Shangyun go to the other two companies. Turning, stimulating and stimulating this group of **** soldiers, Chen Ke also specifically canceled several trainings, let Mo Shangjun take them with them every day to conduct small confrontation exercises, Mo Shangjun directly became an accompaniment.

After more than ten days, Mo Shangjun found that the soldiers in the reconnaissance camp were enthusiastic, but her training plan had not even completed half of it, so she couldn't bear it. He said hello to Mu Qixuan that night and ran directly to the East China Sea Fleet. coming.

She came here three days ago.

At that time, there were five days before the frogmen's sea training began.

On the day of the arrival, Mo Shangjun met with their leaders once. They were all easygoing and expressed their enthusiasm for the arrival of Mo Shangjun, especially their frogman’s male team captain Lu Jian, who would not let her stay in the guest house. Let people vacate a dormitory for her, even saying that she can move freely without restraint.

Seeing others being so enthusiastic, Mo Shangyun was not polite, and decided to take this opportunity to observe the training of the frog people.

However, something went wrong that night.

At that time, Mo Shangyun had just settled down and had dinner under the leadership of Mu Qixuan. Because Mu Qixuan is busy with something, let her wander around, if you want to go shopping, you can also arrange someone to lead her. Mo Shangyun didn't have such a big shelf, so he refused.

She dangled herself, and finally came to the training ground of the female frogmen. Seeing that many of them consciously practiced, Mo Shangyun looked at itchy heart and planned to warm up, so she joined their team.

However, the bloodiness of soldiers really does not cover men and women.

Running, running, Mo Shangyun discovered that there were several female soldiers who wanted to surpass her. Shang Jun didn't realize until later that the few who were running behind her were more tolerant in their team-especially physical fitness.

As a result, an officer who came out of Mo Shunjun from nowhere was exhausted and exhausted. When the person stopped, he was almost taken to the infirmary.

Mo Shangyun is a bit embarrassed.

Later, other people's sea tyrants directly said-damn, she won't be a frogman if she won't win. Let's wait and see!

Mo Shangyun didn't think there was anything. He talked a lot about it, and the other party wasn't too cruel, so it was just the result of blood and energy, and he didn't care too much. He slept that night.

However, at noon the next day, the captain of their women’s team found her. They first greeted her and politely said that my soldiers had been thinking about how to get out of you one morning, causing the atmosphere of the whole team to be a little bit not good. I know you are very patient and powerful, and they are not your opponents, so can you stop provoking them?

This means to be straightforward, that is, the presence of Mo Shangyun disturbed their training.

Mo Shangyun is very depressed.

Knowing that Mo Shangyun offended the captain of the women's team, Mu Qixuan, was even more depressed than her.

In the end, Mu Qixuan comforted her—or we wouldn’t practice. We should take a rest for two days this day.

Mo Shangyun agreed, crying and laughing.

As a result, Mo Shangjun was honest and honest. Apart from warming up every day and performing daily training, he was basically idle.

Just this morning, she was too idle to panic before she ran to observe the training of male frogmen.

In the end, okay-she was sitting in the grass and could still be driven away!

Mo Shangyun felt a sense of sorrow about "unfavorable to be a teacher", and said that he missed Erlian's gang of bunnies, but Lang Yan laughed over the phone, saying that they were glad you could let them go. The company's recruits thanked her.

In the end, Mo Shangyun found himself really boring, and even suffered damage to Lang Yan for half an hour.

When she hung up the phone, she stood at the door of the office, listening to Mu Qixuan who Mo Shangyun called, and handed her a dry smile.

"The world can learn from it," Mu Qixuan, dressed in a navy camouflage, walked in from outside the door and raised three fingers at the same time, expressing helplessly, "Your encounter has nothing to do with me. Can we cut down on me in the future?" "

I already knew that the ink on the door of his pestle had thrown him a blind eye, and then gave a daily greeting for these two days: "Anything to do?"

"Yes..." Mu Qixuan walked across the desk, his hands on the table, smiled gently toward the ink, and then said straightly, "But it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

"Our captain said, you are a distinguished guest," Mu Qixuan pulled a pen out of the pen holder on the table, and the pen turned twice in his hand. He added slowly, "As a distinguished guest, you are good Just take your leave."

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and stared at Mu Qixuan's beautiful and sunny smiley face. Finally, he couldn't find a place where he could start, and he said with emotion, "It looks good to look good", and then from the office chair Stood up.

"Can I go to the beach and set up a chair to sunbathe?" Mo Shangyun patted the dust on his shoulder and asked Lang Yan casually.

Mu Qixuan shrugged, "I'm sorry, we have a lot of props prepared, but they don't have the option of chairs. In addition, they are training at the beach. I heard people say that they are more shy. You such a big beauty stand there and only wear it. They in a pair of pants..."

Speaking of which, Mu Qixuan made a very regretful action under the gaze of Mo Shangyun's smile.

"Then what can I do?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"If I were you, I would go to take a nap." Mu Qixuan raised the brim up, let Mo Shangjun see his dark circles clearly, to confirm his words more convincing, "You brother me But I didn’t close my eyes for three days."

Although the next training has been arranged for a long time, when it is busy, it is still busy to become a gyro.

In the past few days, there has been no effort to accompany Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids, and did not intend to expose what the senior had done in the office.

"Don't be so happy."

Similar to the trick, Mu Qixuan's hand turned yellow, and his signature pen became a lollipop.

He handed this lollipop to Mo Shangjun.

"nice."

Mo Shangjun took the lollipop, tore the wrapping paper, and delivered it to his mouth.

Mu Qixuan laughed, "Qian Xiao will come over in the afternoon, don't you know her? Find her and let her spend time with you."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Look at my memory.

I forgot to tell you that because too many people asked me when it was over, scolded me for delays, and so on, I had the digression to say "end" yesterday.

Looking at the text, the picture is a voluntary one. You feel that you have come to an end. There is no need to read it anymore. You can discard it at any time.

But I am writing this article, I must have followed my own thoughts, sorry, recently, it has become more and more self-willed, just like the unruly bison (?)...

Readers who want to read it, please rest assured that this text is worth 5 million+. According to my outline, the plot is not written in half, and the update amount of the hand rest is estimated to be written by the end of next year.

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(Forgot to say that the short story is the courier, the female host is the cashier!

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