In view of Mo Shangyun who always said what he said and did it, and because Mo Shangyun had such a little grudge with Yan Tianxing, Duan Zimu decided to submit to Mo Shangyun's lewd power for the sake of his relaxed life.
"You say, I'll do it." Duan Zimu compromised.
Mo Shangyun hooked his fingers at him.
Duan Zi Mu paused slightly, approached her slightly, and listened.
Mo Shangyun whispered the plan.
at the same time-
"Hey, look."
345, who packed up his equipment in the corner, greeted the students around him.
Everyone immediately raised their eyes to look over, and then successfully saw the picture of Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu chatting with each other.
This scene also fell into the eyes of Qin Lian, who had been left behind because of the abnormal performance.
Qin Lian's face was gloomy, and she immediately frowned.
"To be honest, Instructor Mo and Instructor Duan stand together, they are really talented and beautiful."
"The relationship between the two of them has always been very good. I don't know if they colluded. During the assessment in March, only the two instructors became students. Now that there is a shooting instructor and a fighting instructor, it feels unfathomable. Tsk tsk. ."
"Shh—be quiet and don't gossip."
"What's the matter? One is handsome and the other is beautiful, so people are not allowed to have sex?"
"These two have many admirers among the students, so it's better to talk less. Besides, these are all personal affairs, so let's worry about ourselves."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. But to be honest, the two of them are a match regardless of age, military rank, identity..."
"… "
Under the control of the conscious mind and the gaze of the new instructor, the voice of discussion gradually became silent.
Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu finished discussing the matter, but they separated a little distance.
Qin Lian stood there, looking over there with gloomy eyes, a little unwillingness in her expression.
After a while, he slowly retracted his gaze.
During the night training at night, Mo Shangjun once again took leave from Zhong Tianhao and did not go.
Duan Zimu and Shen Qianqian also disappeared with her.
In the evening, ten past seven.
Shen Qianqian followed Mo Shangyun all the way to the mountain near the base.
Mo Shangjun held a flashlight, illuminating the road ahead, and Shen Qianqian followed closely, lest his vision be completely plunged into darkness.
"Instructor Mo, where are you taking me?"
After walking halfway up the mountain, Shen Qianqian couldn't help asking Mo Shangyun a question.
After walking for half an hour, Mo Shangyun was still walking fast, but she was already panting.
Just taking her to climb the mountain alone, Shen Qianqian felt strange.
"Special shooting training."
When Mo Shangyun replied, the movements of his feet were not idle at all.
Shen Qianqian was stunned, "You know?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded lightly.
With a move in her heart, Shen Qianqian suddenly felt that her steps were easier. She accelerated her speed to keep up with Mo Shangyun, and asked at the same time, "What special training?"
To be honest, shooting training has been the most troublesome thing for her this month.
Most of her points are deducted from shooting training.
She knew what her problem was, but she couldn't restrain her nervousness when she raised the gun.
Every time a shot was fired, he would subconsciously think of the bullet that almost shot into Wang Jie's body, and then he was covered in cold sweat.
She has tried hard herself, and Wang Jie has helped her many times, but so far, she has not overcome it.
Over time, the situation not only did not improve, but became more and more afraid of touching a gun.
For her, every shooting training is a kind of psychological and physical torture.
Mo Shangyun turned the flashlight in his hand, and casually spit out two words, "Follow."
There was absolutely no intention to disclose it to Shen Qianqian in advance.
She walked faster and faster.
Shen Qianqian hadn't reacted yet, the distance from Mo Shangyun was getting farther and farther, and when she was in a panic to keep up with Mo Shangyun's speed, she almost didn't fall.
So, Shen Qianqian was thinking about "shooting special training" while thinking about Mo Shangyun's perverted physical ability.
After walking for more than half an hour, Mo Shangyun's face was neither red nor out of breath, and he didn't even want to rest for a while.
Shen Qianqian, who thinks her physical fitness is decent, was almost tossed to death by her.
Next, walk another three kilometers.
Mo Shangjun finally stopped in a clearing.
As soon as she stopped, Shen Qianqian bent down, put her hands on her knees, and gasped quickly.
In the second half, Shen Qianqian basically relied on trotting to keep up with Mo Shangyun's speed.
When she was panting, Shen Qianqian heard a movement in front of Mo Shangyun, so she stood up and looked forward.
As soon as Mo Shangyun had a flashlight in his hand, and after hearing the sound of the grass walking, Shen Qianqian waited for two seconds before seeing a black figure approaching, then walked to the edge of the flashlight, and gradually he could see clearly.
Shen Qianqian squinted and looked carefully for a while, only to realize that it was the shooting instructor and Duan Zimu.
Seeing Duan Zimu's face that didn't care about anything, Shen Qianqian's heart suddenly thumped, a little flattered.
Mo Shangyun actually... invited the shooting instructor? !
No, it's specifically to help her with special training, right
Shen Qianqian was flustered and even a little overwhelmed.
Mo Shangjun came to care about her shooting results, which has greatly improved her favorability to Mo Shangjun, and she came to a Duan Zimo... Damn, no matter what the result is, anyway, Mo Shangjun will do anything to her in the future. What, she couldn't hate Mo Shangyun anymore.
Shen Qianqian muttered in her heart, thinking that if Mo Shangyun bought people's hearts like this... it would be really bad.
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I was suddenly unhappy, and felt that what I wrote was rubbish.
There is one more, depending on the situation, may not be written.
Go eat melon seeds first to relieve anxiety, ah ah.
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