Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Chapter 617

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"Second, the recruit company is also here. Because our company has performed well in the past six months, our company is responsible for the training of the recruit company for the next three months. The battalion commander intends to make you the recruit company commander—"

"Stop."

Mo Shangjun stretched out his hand and made a stop gesture towards him.

Lang Yan stopped at the right time, and then asked, "I'm not happy."

"Um."

Mo Shangyun nodded very calmly.

"Then you have to give me a reason." Lang Yan hesitated, then added, "It's possible, one is not enough."

Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he casually found a few reasons for him.

For example, she is a female officer who is a company commander, and it is difficult to convince the public; she is leading troops for training all year round, and has no time to deal with the affairs of the company.

For another example, she may have a temporary transfer, and it is impossible to focus on the recruit company.

"Okay," Lang Yan nodded reluctantly, and quickly said, "If you don't make a cameo role as an actor or a female company commander, then there is only one last choice."

"and also?"

Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched fiercely.

Damn, it's impossible to guard against.

"There are 7 military academies in Ancheng, and military training is about to begin. In the past, several military academies were managed by the students in the school, but this year, we are looking for troops to cooperate. Our reconnaissance battalion training is relatively tight. To be honest, no one has time to delay, but there are still people. I decided to take charge of the Anseong Army Academy with the armored battalion next door after consultation.”

Speaking of which, Lang Yan observed Mo Shangyun's unrequited expression, coughed a little awkwardly, and continued: "Everyone else has been arranged, there is only one female instructor. This is not, our only one Has the women's volleyball captain been 'betrayed' by you..."

"Okay." Mo Shangyun raised his hand, pressed his eyebrows, and nodded slightly.

So many things, people have pushed her several times, and it would be unkind to refuse now.

Seeing Mo Shangyun nodding, Lang Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, the task is not too heavy. You will be the company commander and the platoon commander..."

"This also has a part-time job?" Mo Shangjun asked amusingly.

"I don't have enough manpower." Lang Yan spread his hands, "but this is for your own good. There will be people who will follow you to study. The military training lasts for three months, and you only have one to two months to bring new recruits with you. It's on the right track, you can come back... Of course, if you have time, you can go to the recruits for a walk around, that's fine too."

Lang Yan said the last sentence cheeky.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile.

Their company commander was developing more and more in the direction of Zhou Papi, and all the time was well arranged for her.

However, looking at her this year, she had been away from the company for five months, so she didn't care about him.

Mo Shangyun simply broke the can and continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"

Lang Yan gave her a sad smile.

Mo Shangyun regretted asking the sentence just now.

Lang Yan said: "Starting next week, the three of us will hold a basketball game."

"Yes." Mo Shangyun nodded.

Anyway, nothing happened to her.

"Yilian and Sanlian plan to join forces on the cheerleading team, and the momentum is expected to be crushed by then."

"..." Mo Shangyun raised his hand and scratched his hair, "It's okay, I'll bring a camp over next week."

"What camp?"

"We'll talk about it later." Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Continue talking."

"And there is—"

Lang Yan paused and pulled out three pieces of paper.

- That's the invitation form for the new special forces, and it needs to be signed by the inviter.

Lang Yan spread the three pieces of paper one by one, but the signatures on the three pieces of paper were blank.

"In the beginning, the instructor was worried that some of his vanguards had left and was a little unhappy, so he planned to persuade them. However, the three of them didn't seem to need persuasion, and none of them wanted to agree. During the meeting today, Battalion Commander Zhong asked about It's over, six people in a row agreed to five, and we..." Lang Yan sighed, "Not one."

"So?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"The instructors are going to do ideological work, so let them promise one or two."

Speaking of which, Lang Yan has some sympathy for the instructor.

"Then?"

"What he means is that you brought them to the training camp, and they usually listen to you more, if you have time..."

"reject."

Mo Shangyun shook his head and simply replied to him.

Lang Yan had an expression of "as expected".

"They are all adults and can be responsible for their choices. We have no right to change the life they choose." Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, "If they don't change their minds by the end of the month, I will persuade the battalion commander."

After thinking about it, Lang Yan didn't force it, and simply nodded, "Okay."

"However," Mo Shangyun changed his words, "I still have five places here."

"… "

Lang Yan just took a breath, but almost didn't choke on his saliva.

"Bring our battalion's roster." Mo Shangjun waved to him.

After being stunned for a moment, Lang Yan immediately took out the roster.

Mo Shangjun threw aside the list of the first company, then found the second company, put a tick behind the three names with a red pen, and then took out the roster of the third company, "Give the three companies two places?"

"Can."

Lang Yan nodded in confusion.

"This way," Mo Shangjun tapped on the third consecutive roster with his finger, and then smiled, "When the basketball game is over next week, take the roster and ask Company Commander Fan what he recommends."

"… "

Lang Yan swallowed for Mo Shangyun's insidiousness.

If this is the case, Fan Hanyi is afraid that his bowels will be regretful next week.

052, the fool