Ning Jie walked straight towards her.

"It's so late, what are you doing?"

"Mo Shangyun...Oh, our captain, let me copy the notes a few times and practice calligraphy."

In front of outsiders, Ding Jing is called, and still pays a little attention.

Although sometimes irritated, some can't control...

However, giving Mo Jun a face is equivalent to giving them a face.

She doesn't want others to feel that her captain is not at all a bit dignified.

Ning Jie twisted her eyebrows.

Calligraphy?

However, thinking of the font of ghost symbols on her test paper in the afternoon, and... he quickly glanced down and noticed the handwriting on her notebook, suddenly felt...

The Mexican team made the right decision.

The sight stayed on Ding Jing's body for a moment. Ding Jing was very sensitive to the line of sight being looked at. He immediately looked up and asked strangely, "Is there a problem?"

Ning Jie subconsciously wanted to avoid looking at her, but he stopped it because the movement was too obvious. He paused and said, "You have so much training at night, take a break early."

"I want to..."

Ding Jing opened his mouth to complain, but quickly glanced at the dormitory on the first floor and refrained.

"Ok?"

Ning Jie was puzzled.

After leaning back slightly, Ding Jing's eyes circled twice in the doorway and window. After confirming that there was no difference, he said: "Our captain Wen Wushuangquan, the punishment also pays attention to "wen" and "wu". Those punishments at night are 'Wu'. Now..."

Ding Jing held up the notebook and shook his head, shaking his head: "Notes are punished three times, otherwise you are not allowed to sleep."

"This punishment is too heavy." Ning Jie said quite seriously.

This level of punishment...

Don't think about tomorrow's training?

Poor rest at night, poor spirits tomorrow, and no intention to listen to classes will only lead to worse grades and a vicious circle...

"Okay, we are used to it." Ding Jing subconsciously defended Mo Shangyun.

With all kinds of perverted punishments during the selection period, now Mo Shangyun's punishment can only be regarded as trivial.

But the company commander of the normal company seems...not quite understandable?

"Sleep is not guaranteed, how to learn tomorrow?" Ning Jie's voice was a little harsh.

"This has no effect..."

Ding Jingben wanted to say that she had less sleep at night than ordinary people, but it was cumbersome to explain, and some cases did not want people to know.

So, stop in time.

Then, a novel idea... jumped up and jumped out.

"Company Ning!"

Ding Jing shouted at him with a more serious tone, and stood up suddenly.

This unexpected action prevented her from hitting Ning Jie, and Ning Jie stepped back subconsciously.

"I'm sorry," Ding Jing reached out and patted his shoulder, and then glanced left and right, approaching him half a step, lowering his voice sneakily, "If you think this punishment is not feasible, then, tomorrow's test paper- —”

She turned her back to the light and her face was in the shadows, even though she was guilty, she just avoided the direction of the dormitory.

One mouth fits together, speaking words that transcend the principles of Ning Jie, but Ning Jie... strangely finds that she seems accustomed to her style of work, and no longer cares about it like noon.

At the very least, he is not angry.

"Mr. Ning, if I owe you personal feelings, will you do it?!" Ding Jing asked him in consultation.

After a pause, Ning Jie spoke out, "No!"

The test paper is a matter of principle and cannot be withdrawn.

"..."

Ding Jing sighed deeply.

How can this company commander not be flexible?

Didn't he see it? Mo Shangjun's high-standard requirements, pits and pits, can only pit her...

Carefully pit her!

The captain had a bad heart, she used some special means, shouldn’t she?

However, Comrade Ning Jie, with a very upright and tough look, made Ding Jing realize that this idea is hopeless.

"Come on, go to bed early." Ding Jing took his hands back. "You are of this age, you should go to bed early and get up early, otherwise your body will break easily."

"..."

Ning Jie would like to remind her that she is not a seventy-eighth person, but she feels awkward when she talks.

Hold back.

Ding Jing sat back to write notes again.

After two seconds at Jingjing Station, Ning Jie turned around and walked towards the dormitory building.

When he reached the stairway, he stopped and looked back at the figure under the street lamp. She was disturbed by mosquitoes. She had to reach out and wave while writing the two words, waving away the disturbing mosquitoes.

She was wearing a short sleeve, her two slender arms were all exposed, and the red and swollen marks on the white skin were very obvious.

Ning Jie walked upstairs.

*

Every time a mosquito bites, Ding Jing curses the ink once in his heart.

Mo Shangyun said, try to write the characters as nicely as possible, it doesn't matter if you don't finish them. However, she now prefers to penalize it three times, using the font of ghost symbols, rather than giving fresh blood to mosquitoes here.

I knew I had bought a bottle of toilet water when I rested...

Ding Jing once again regretted it.

While writing upset, Ding Jing heard footsteps again.

It is the direction of the dormitory building.

Ding Jing thought it was a comrade upstairs who got up at night and didn't take it seriously. He bowed his head and continued to write his own until--

She heard footsteps approaching her.

She stopped and looked up.

Ning Jie just approached her, stopped at the same time and stood still.

Rubbing his arm, Ding Jing said in surprise: "Lianning Commander Ning, did you figure it out?"

Ning Jie holding the toilet water: "..."

The issue of principle cannot be withdrawn.

"This is for you." Ning Jie handed the toilet water to her.

Staring at the toilet water that had just been missed for thousands of times, Ding Jing blinked a bit stunned, a little suspicious of an illusion.

Seeing that she didn't move, Ning Jie was a little embarrassed and said, "It's somewhat useful."

"thank you."

Determining the true Ding Jing, he quickly thanked and brought the toilet water from Ning Jie's hand.

After spraying the toilet water, after unscrewing the cap, Ding Jing pressed with his fingers a few times, and the tiny water droplets floated brightly in the soft light.

Ding Jing sprayed it on the bite and swell, and then sprayed it in the air a few times, looking at the clusters of flying insects gathered under the street lamp, and sprayed under some evil, the expression was bad, so much The taste of mischief.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Ning Jie couldn't help but want to laugh, but after a pause, he forced it back.

Soon he took out the mosquito coil to light it, installed it with a mosquito coil, squatted down, and placed it beside Ding Jing's feet.

Ding Jing was stunned by his movements.

With Ding Jing, a rough old man in his heart, he was really surprised by such careful behavior...

After placing it, Ning Jie looked up at Ding Jing and said, "This should be better."

After a meal, he added: "But you have to be careful, you may hurt yourself if you kick over."

For some reason, Ding Jing gave him the feeling that he would forget the existence of mosquito coils at any time, and then make a step of stepping on or kicking over.

"Ah, okay." Ding Jing nodded in surprise, and was more polite in his attitude, taking the initiative, "Then what, how much money, I'll buy you."

"..." Ning Jie stunned, and then said, "No need. I haven't compensated you for the test paper."

Ding Jing quickly came over and raised his eyebrows, "You also feel sorry for not giving me the test paper?"

Suddenly approaching the face, Ning Jie's heart missed half a beat.

Ding Jing's sight is a particularly serious look.

Falling in Ning Jie's eyes, those dark eyes were like hot flames, burning at his heart at a very close distance, hot, boiling, and what was rolling in his chest.

Ning Jie was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.

However, in Ding Jing's opinion, he accepted his statement, and his guilty conscience and guilt made him unable to say anything.

Ding Jing felt that as a company commander he had just met, he was already very good, and because he was a magnanimous person, she said, "Forget it, I forgive you."

"..."

Seeing her speaking seriously, Ning Jie contacted what she said before, and suddenly recovered, knowing that she might have misunderstood something.

However, Ning Jie's mood didn't explain for a moment after her eyes stayed a little on her face.

The emotions are a bit complicated, and they are churning, I don’t know how to smooth them out and sort them out.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Jie stood up from the ground, and the night breeze was coming, blowing away the burning heart.

He looked down and looked at Ding Jing.

She began to write again, writing down on her knees.

You can write a line in one stroke, but be sure that no one else knows a word.

"If you are not in a hurry, I can preview the contents of tomorrow for you in advance." Ning Jie said, "Listen twice, and with your score, you should be able to pass."

If you remove the noodles...

Ning Jie glanced at her open notebook again.

Put this kind of handwriting into his company, he can let the opponent do nothing, and practice the words for three months.

"Okay," Ding Jing raised his eyes, thinking of what Tang Shi said in the afternoon, and immediately answered, "But you... don't you sleep at night?"

Ning Jie said: "It's fine."

"Thank you!"

Ding Jing then sat down and gave way to the flower bed.

Ning Jie sat down.

Closer, he lowered his head slightly, and could smell the scent on her.

The fragrance of soap, the fragrance of toilet water, and the light fragrance of jasmine, mixed together, seem to calm down the mood.

He didn't know why he chose to teach a female soldier who had just met and thought about violations all day long.

However, I don't feel disgusted with what the heart wants.

*

late at night.

The extremely light talk outside awakened Mo Shangjun in his sleep.

Gradually sober.

Originally promised that after Ding Jing's penalty was copied, let her sleep with herself in the middle of the night.

Now, there are no traces of Ding Jing.

After listening to it for a moment, Mo Shangyun turned over and got out of bed. After receiving a glass of water, he walked quietly to the window.

The night was quiet outside, and the street lights were weak.

The two figures sitting side by side by the flower bed, under the haze and halo, seemed to be somewhat harmonious.

After watching it quietly for a while, Mo Shangjun gently hooked his lips, handed the cup to his lips, and drank the water.

...

That night, Ding Jing came back to bed at one in the morning.

Consciously climbed onto Mo Shangjun's bed, spread the notebook over Mo Shangjun's face, and then he slept with the arm around him.

Mo Shangyun was awakened by her, but she turned to sleep, pushed her a few times, and couldn't wake up at all.

Mo Shangyun secretly depressed: How could she not think of promising Ding Jing to climb her bed? !

With a sigh, Mo Shangyun closed the notebook, and then turned to sleep.

*

The next day.

The company is a wake-up number at six, which is later than the gS9.

In the morning, they didn't arrange morning exercises. It stands to reason that they don't have to wake up with the company.

However, after staying in the army for a long time, after getting up the number sounded, no matter how uncomfortable it was to get up, so no one urged everyone to get up after the getting up number, and to make beds within ten minutes, Dress neatly and finish washing.

After that, take a moment to sort out the housework.

In others' forces, they care more about their internal affairs than they do in their own teams.

after all……

Closed the door, only the person knows about his own family.

Outside, you should pay attention to all aspects of words and deeds.

Mo Shangyun left them with the housework to take care of, and he had no control. After washing, he put on his training cap and walked out of the dormitory.

The morning sun had not yet risen, and the sky was gray, but the morning wind blew head on, and it was full of energy.

There is an indescribable sense of pleasure.

She stretched.

"Mo Shangyun, what about my notebook?!"

Ding Jing suddenly rushed out.

Mo Shangyun looked over his head, his voice was lazy, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you countless?"

Ding Jing: "..."

It was a prank to buckle the notebook on Yun's face last night, but... I didn't expect that Mo Shangyun would confiscate her notebook.

Is this too cruel?

Poisonous woman!

Su Bei yawned and walked out of the door sleepily. When passing Ding Jing, she raised her hand over her shoulder. "It doesn't matter if you listen to me, just your words, whether you have a notebook or not."

"..." The knife was stab deep and poked straight into the heart.

Early in the morning, Ding Jing's mood is not very beautiful.

She raised her hand and grabbed her hair. She had no sleeping appearance. After the torn hair of last night, she was so messed up... Now she catches it... and fights with the weeds.

Several strands of hair flew out diagonally, just like the non-mainstream ten years ago.

"early."

A sound came from the **** of the sloping side.

Everyone looked around and saw that Ning Jie was standing on the stairs, dressed in training uniforms, neatly dressed and meticulous.

He looked over here, but his eyes... couldn't help but stay on Ding Jing's hair.

This one……

Last night, it seemed, quite smooth.

Whistled, Mo Shangyun greeted with a smile, "Lian Ning is long."

"Ink team."

Ning Jie nodded toward Mo Shangyun.

"Mr. Ning, good morning!" Ding Jing is so rare to be so polite, greeted and greeted.

Ning Jie nodded.

At this moment, Liang Zhiqiong suddenly jumped out of the door and buckled the training cap to Ding Jing’s head. "

Ding Jing grabbed the back of Liang Zhiqiong's neck and took the man to the front. "Are you tired of living lately?"

"Mo Shangyun, look at her--"

Liang Zhiqiong immediately sued.

Mo Shangyun, as if he hadn't seen it, turned sideways and asked North Jiangsu: "Thirty laps, will you come?"

"How do you win?" Subei asked.

"Their cooking class..." Noting the existence of Ning Jie, Mo Shangyun immediately changed his mouth, "Cough, two sweet potatoes."

"Row!"

North Jiangsu nodded.

"Count me!" Ding Jing raised his hand for his favorite food.

"And me!" Liang Zhiqiong, who was pressed by Ding Jing, also actively shouted.

Ning Jie: "..." He may need to remind the cooking class and pay attention.

However, looking at their noisy scene, Ning Jie, who has always pursued rigor and order, did not feel disgusted for a while, but felt that this picture was extremely warm.

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I've been distressed by the poor digging performance of the new article "Warm-hearted Marriage: Lingye, Ruthless" and the failure of the PK of the "Ace Special Station" last time. …

Autism for a long time.

Recently, the comment area is finally no longer full of negative energy and anger, so I am back.

shake hands.