Seeing that Zhao Long didn't speak for a long time, Luo Fang reached out and rubbed his face, "What's wrong, instructor Zhao, you look like you've seen a ghost, is there something on my face?"
Zhao Long's heart beat wildly for a while, but finally calmed down, and his hands hanging by his sides were covered in sweat.
Luo Fang was actually looking at him!
What exactly is Wei Zhenhui's look like that he can clearly see from so far away? I really convinced him.
Fortunately, Wei Zhenhui has gone away. If he were here, I might not be able to ridicule him in the future! He had had enough of this venomous tongue.
He raised his head and looked at the retreating figures of Wei Zhenhui and Su Mian. Just as he was about to look away, Wei Zhenhui reached out his hand to say goodbye as if he knew.
I go!
Zhao Long was really not calm now. Although he had received a heavy blow from Luo Fang just now, it was not fatal.
Wei Zhenhui's wave of his hand simply tore off Zhao Long's disguise, and he almost lost his balance.
It was strange that he happened to be standing on the ridge beside the shooting range, so he fell down all of a sudden.
Luo Fang quickly stepped forward to support him, "Instructor Zhao, are you dizzy? Why do you look like you are going to fall?" After speaking, he stretched out his little hand and touched Zhao Long's forehead, and then touched his own.
Zhao Long gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Luo Fang's warm little hand just now made his whole body feel like an electric shock.
"I, I'm fine." After a moment, Zhao Long finally found his voice, but somewhere in his heart, the calm lake water seemed to have been blown by a hurricane and could no longer be calm.
Luo Fang touched his face, and he actually didn't feel disgusted!
"Are you really okay?" It's rare for Luo Fang to care about someone so seriously. "Your face looks so bad and your cheeks are red. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Luo Fang also knows that professional soldiers like them, who train intensively all year round, are unlikely to get sick. She has never heard their Commander Luo sneeze at home.
Zhao Long quickly covered up his uneasiness and pretended to be calm, "What can happen to me? Did you cause any trouble when I was away?"
Luo Fang, heheyile, you are the only one who causes trouble for me. If you weren't here, I wouldn't bother to talk to that Cao Wei.
"No, how could it be? The shooting competition started right after class today, and you watched the whole process!" Luo Fangxing's eyes widened and she spoke seriously.
In fact, she quite likes to find trouble with Zhao Long, she just likes to fight with him.
"Instructor Zhao, can I ask you something?" Luo Fang actually became nervous.
"explain."
"That's right, um, Yan Yan and the others are training, can you bring me along?"
"You came to me to ask this question?" Zhao Long was shocked just now and now he was disappointed. He thought this girl came here to find him.
Luo Fang pouted and nodded, "What else? Instructor Zhao, you don't think I came here just to tell you that I laughed with you, do you?"
Zhao Long:…
"No, special forces training must be kept secret."
"I don't believe it, why are those 20 special forces training with us?"
Zhao Long has returned to his usual cold demeanor. He really lost his position today and was actually flirted with by a little girl. "The training period for recruits is confidential. If you want to join the special forces, work hard and try to join next year." .”
Jiang Yi looked at the two people hugging each other, turned around silently, and felt another stab of pain in his chest. This was already the third time this month.
Recently, the attacks of his illness seemed to be becoming more and more frequent, but the Huo Jingrun Research Institute had never disclosed the progress to him.
Maybe he really is hopeless!