Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Did you hear that?!"

With this shout, the smile on the boy's face was gradually dull.

However, the people next to him were also affected, shaking with a chill all over, and subconsciously raised their hands to cover their ears.

However, these people with movements were all smashed by surprise.

What followed was the voice of Mo Shangjun threatening—

"Everyone is standing! Move, ten push-ups."

Before the words fell, they all withdrew their hands and put them down.

But the boy who had been pointed at before, withdrew his mouth in disdain.

Mo Shangjun glanced coldly at him, raised his hand, and grabbed his shoulder directly, dragging him out of the lineup.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Shangjun just released him, and he turned back and yelled angrily at Mo Shangjun, his attitude was very bad.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, grabbed his wrist and twisted it while he hadn't recovered, and kicked his toes in the socket of his knees, making him kneel on one knee in pain.

Slightly bent down, Mo Shangjun twisted his hands backwards without expression, but with a little effort, his face turned white with pain, and the big beads of sweat could not stop falling down.

Mo Shangjun raised his left hand again, the horn pointed at his ear, and the words suddenly said: "Add one, those who are not afraid of death, you can provoke me, but this kind of three-legged cat Kung Fu does not have to come out and make people eye-catching. , I despise!"

After talking, Mo Shangyun let go of the boy's hand and stood upright.

The man was relieved.

But, before waiting for any response from him, Mo Shangyun shouted into his ear again—

"Return to the team!"

The man was tinnitus again. He turned around and subconsciously wanted to growl at Mo Shangjun, but raised his eyes and noticed that Mo Shangjun's expression of "You can continue to die", he swallowed, and just swallowed. The swear words were swallowed.

After gritting his teeth, he stood up tenaciously from the ground and moved to his line-up position.

Mo Shangyun had been waiting for him to stand up, before carrying the horn, Yuzai walked forward.

"You guys, rest in place."

Passing the two rows of people who were standing on the spot at the beginning and focusing more on the standing posture, Mo Shangjun walked slightly, and said to them lazily.

Hearing the sound, nine people were stunned for no reason.

After returning to God, he could not help but look back in surprise, and several people looked at each other.

"sit down."

Seeing that they hadn't moved, Mo Shangyun raised his horn, and his voice ordered slightly coldly.

With such a command, they finally stopped hesitating and sat down with a click.

However, one by one, they basically waited to sit cross-legged, and then realized that they came back.

Realizing this, they could not help but looked at each other a few times, only to find that Mo Shangyun's aura was really scary.

Even Yan Jiale could not help but secretly looked at Mo Shangyun for a few moments, and sighed that her cousin was not the same as a friend who could take home.

"Stand up-right, take a rest."

After some tossing down, Mo Shangyun finally shouted their familiar password.

In the shortest time to let them adjust the team, Mo Shangyun began to make these 72 people stand in a military posture.

"Half an hour, whoever makes a disturbance, all add ten minutes," Mo Shangyun said slowly, "If you don't want to rest, just move."

After that, Mo Shangyun glanced at the person sitting on the ground, "A few of you--"

Before the words were finished, nine people stood up from the ground in unison.

"Go there and rest."

Mo Shangyun pointed to the shade with shade next to it.

Treating them differently makes the nine people flattered.

However, Mo Shangyun did not care so much, and soon shouted: "Yan Jiale!"

"To!"

Yan Jiale shouted.

After glancing at her, Mo Shangyun urged: "Help me stare at them."

Suddenly, Yan Jiale shouted, "Yes!"

Mo Shangyun threw the horn to her, clapped his hands, and left.

Probably because of the surname Yan, Mo Shangyun still has some confidence in Yan Jiale, not to mention that she usually performs well and strives to turn herself into a decent soldier.

As soon as she left, the military standing in the sun stood apart and chaotically.

On the one hand, they did not have the courage to reach this point, on the other hand, they did not know how long Mo Shangyun would go, whether they really walked or deliberately played them.

However, with the passage of time, many people couldn't hold back anymore. They were sore and sweaty, and they were wet and hot and sticky.

Gradually, some people began to engage in small movements, tight legs relaxed so little, seize every opportunity to rest.

can--

Unfortunately, Yan Jiale is a master who is not afraid of offending people.

"You, legs!"

Yan Jiale, who has been observing them with all his heart, raised his horn and came to the boy next to the third left leg of the third row who stretched forward.

The boy was sweaty and irritable. When he saw Yan Jiale running over, he immediately glared at Yan Jiale without hitting a spot.

"How old are you?"

The boys are savage.

"Military posture is not standing like this." Yan Jialeqiang stressed to him with anger.

However, her serious appearance made many people around her sigh for a while.

"Allow you to teach?"

"You stand in a military posture like this, then you stand and show us."

"Funny, running errands for Mo Jun, still seems very proud."

...

Hearing the sneering noises, Yan Jiale's pressured anger rose up.

"Instructor Mo is right, you are a bunch of garbage! You are not worthy of wearing military uniforms!"

Yan Jiale shouted at the horn, and the loud sound was even heard in the next row.

As soon as her voice fell, the people around her became angry. Many of them stopped even standing in a military position, and walked over directly. In a blink of an eye, a few tall boys surrounded the Yan Jia Orchestra.

Some boys wanted to persuade a few words, but they were soon pushed to the periphery.

Atmosphere, suddenly became daggers.

Even those students who want to stand in a military position seriously are bluffed by this situation.

"Trash? What about you with us?"

"Don't think you are a girl, we won't deal with you!"

"Little girl is able to bear the film, just open your mouth, right?"

...

Yan Jiale took a deep breath and looked up at the boys who were taller than her. His expression was not at all timid.

Although she didn’t learn a few tricks, but—

The surnamed Yan is not so annoying!

"Want to fight?" Yan Jiale slammed the horn on a person's foot. When she took a step back, she yelled at the people around, "Come!"

"..."

She gave such a powerful roar, but stunned the others.

Although they are all "garbage", but ... not to fight girls.

But-shit, usually such a girl, hit this posture, I am afraid that it has been crying for a long time?

As a result, the boys who had no real intention to start, felt embarrassed to retreat, and even if they did not have the courage to do so, they could only stand on the spot in a fool.

"What's the matter, after I left for a while, you learned to bully girls?"

While they were deadlocked, a familiar voice floated, and the lazy tone made them uncomfortable everywhere, and the subconsciousness dispersed.

Immediately following, Mo Shangjun's voice came again--

"Don't rush in."

Mo Shangjun talked about Dang Erlang without any serious tone, as if he had just greeted him casually, but they had just seen her ability to subdue people easily, but they dared not treat her as a kind.

Sure enough, at the moment they froze in place, Mo Shangyun made a noise again—

"Just leave the location, be honest, come in the front row."

"..."

The six people who came up all stood up reluctantly.

At the same time, Yan Jiale also picked up the horn on the ground, patted the dust on the horn with a little guilty conscience, and then walked out of the line, and walked straight to Mo Shangyun.

However, when he came to Mo Shangjun, Yan Jiale found out that Mo Shangyun had a small folding stool in his hand and a large bag, all filled with herbal tea.

"Instructor Mo."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yan Jiale passed the horn.

Mo Shangyun vacated a hand and took it over, "Anyone but a few of them moved?"

"Report," Yan Jiale looked at the line and began to report one by one. "The third in the first row, the sixth in the second row, the second in the second row, the seventh in the fourth row..."

Yan Jiale finished all the reports and there were 7 in total.

Among them, Xu Qin and Du Xiangxiang were successfully named.

At a certain distance, Mo Shangyun saw Du Xiangxiang's angry eyes cast against Yan Jiale.

Look at Yan Jiale again, a serious look, unmoved by it.