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As soon as the college lunch break bell rang, Jun Yang closed the curtains and began to undress.

"Our school used to have a lunch break bell..." Seeing him taking off one piece and throwing the other away neatly without any hesitation, Yan Mingxin hesitated, "But, I remember that this bell is for students? We are not students anymore , you don’t need to be so punctual? No one came to check the bedroom.”

Jun Yang patted the bed, and said, "I'm sleepy."

Yan Mingxin could only do as he pleases, and lay down with his clothes on.He tried to ask: "Why, do you have the habit of hugging something to sleep during the day and night? Not at noon..."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Yang climbed up with hands and feet, hugged him very firmly, but he still said angrily: "Sleep, don't talk."

Yan Mingxin was really tired last night, he was about to fall asleep while walking on the road, many senses were perfunctory, and the signals sent back to the brain were shoddy, but now he is awake, never before.

Jun Yang's posture of hugging him gave him a feeling of being depended on, cherished, wanted to be retained, and possessed.

Yan Ming wanted to hug him back in confidence, but...

He asked very practically: "Jun Yang, are you hot?"

Jun Yang opened his eyes: "Are you hot?"

He paused, and then said: "Take off your clothes when it's hot, what's the use of talking."

For the convenience of entering the venue, Yan Mingxin wore Jun Yang's training uniform. Now Jun Yang not only occupied the convenience of the home court, but also became familiar with each other.Like an old horse who knew his way, he got up and grabbed Yan Mingxin's button with one hand, and started to unbutton it from top to bottom.

The curtains were blown by the wind, making the room flickering.Yan Mingxin turned his head and saw the shadows of the two overlapping on the wall at the corner of the bed.The person below who stretched out his hand to block his chest in a formal way was himself, while Jun Yang was propping up the bed board with one elbow, and unbuttoned him with the other hand.

His movements seemed to be drawing a bow and setting an arrow, and the next second would be like breaking through a bamboo.

Yan Mingxin: "That's not what I meant, Jun Yang..."

Looking at the numerical value before, Yan Mingxin thought his lung capacity was not bad, but he didn’t see anything wrong in the sky, but now he landed but couldn’t breathe—he just held Jun Yang’s hand, The man's other hand got into his clothes at some point, lifted his top, exposing most of his chest, and then put it under his body, trying to remove the messy clothes.

Jun Yang not only used brute force, but also scratched the ticklish places on his body.Yan Mingxin was not serious at all, but now he was twisted so hard that his whole body was itchy, and his strength for small fights was quickly stretched. He was overwhelmed, he lost sight of the other, and Jun Yang clamped his arms with one hand.

"No," Yan Mingxin said out of breath, suppressing his voice, "Listen to me first."

"Don't listen," Jun Yang lowered his head, his eyelashes swept across his chin, the tip of his nose touched the edge of his collarbone, panting softly like a tired little animal, "don't say anything."

After the fight, both of them were sweating slightly, and their skin was extremely sensitive.The airflow brought by the breath created an itchy and numb feeling, from Yan Mingxin's neck all the way to the bottom of his heart, scratching here and there, scratching all the most shameful places, causing his muscles that were finally planning to fight seriously to scold him He played with the princes with beacon fire, and called gold one by one to withdraw his troops.

Jun Yang moved to his ear and said angrily, "Lie down with me for a while, I don't do anything... Yan Mingxin..."

Yan Mingxin has developed a conditioned reflex since he was a child. When someone calls his name, he will definitely respond.

This person yelled so impertinently, and he couldn't answer seriously, so he could only softly: "Huh?"

As soon as he relaxed his vigilance, his head was covered by his clothes.

Yan Mingxin stopped him unconvincingly: "No, Jun Yang, just wait a moment..."

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Fearing that the people in the room didn't hear it, the people outside knocked twice again, "Dong Dong."

Jun Yang stood up and roared, "Who!"

Anger turned into anger, he put on all his clothes at lightning speed, and when he looked back, Yan Mingxin was even more agile, and even put on his shoes and socks in the blink of an eye—for a moment, Yan Mingxin thought that his father was giving a lecture in the large conference hall. saw him.

After all, blood is thicker than water, how can you not recognize it after changing clothes?I'm afraid he will come to your door after dinner.

Ever since he was pressed on the bed by Jun Yang, he was not at ease, and he was always worried about this matter to be a little rational, otherwise, when the man was breathing against him, he might have already caught him without a fight.

Fortunately, it was not Yan Dingbo who knocked on the door, but a group of dirty students.

With a cold face, Jun Yang asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"

"Instructor," the students were very excited when they saw Jun Yang, but seeing his expression, their voices involuntarily became softer, "The few of us just passed Area 3."

Jun Yang frowned: "What District 3?"

From the night when he received Yan Mingxin, it was as if he had changed into a brain specialized in romance, and he had no idea what these brats were talking about at the moment.It took him a few seconds to pull out the past and present life of this "District 3" from the back of his head, and asked impatiently, "Just pass it, tell me what to do?"

"Instructor, it rained heavily one day. Do you remember when you came back from the training ground?" A student said, "We have seen many instructors demonstrate obstacle training, but none of them are as handsome as you when it rained heavily that day. !"

Jun Yang frowned and looked behind them: "Then you can't bring mud into the building."

"Instructor, I went to the lecture today, but the captain just didn't tell us what equipment they have on board." The student was still quite unconvinced, "Let alone tell us the range."

Yan Mingxin laughed out loud when he heard it.

Jun Yang's veins throbbed violently: "Who told you to ask? Who do you think you are? Captain Yan is the head of Ship 027. Why should I report the performance of the weapon to you?"

The student was frightened: "Well, how do we know the performance of the equipment? It's not written in the book..."

"Go look up information by yourself, pick up books, make calculations, make models, divide into group discussions, and debate between groups," Jun Yang himself was once at a loss like a bumpkin who just entered the city, and his bad tone was not because of these boys Ignorance, but a deep hatred of them coming at the wrong time, "Let you understand, not let you open your mouth and come to ask on Sunday afternoon."

The students timidly asked: "There is no data, how can we discuss in groups?"

Yan Mingxin found it very interesting.He is also a person who has experienced many battles, but when Jun Yang tossed him, it was smooth sailing. Somehow, he disarmed him without any effort.It used to be that one thing conquered one thing, but now Jun Yang also had trouble facing a group of ignorant and ignorant students.

He smiled and went to the door to pick up a mop, intending to clean up the muddy footprints in the corridor.

Jun Yang stopped him and said, "Don't move, I will clean up later."

"It's okay." Yan Mingxin waved his hands politely.

He felt that they couldn't go back, no matter how he looked at Jun Yang's serious face at this moment, his heart was full of the person who had been rubbing shoulders with him just now.

He blinked at Junyang and said, "Instructor Jun, tell them that I support your work, and I'll just delay it."

Jun Yang: "..."

He was not that hospitable, and he never really took students with him. He just wanted to send people away with bad words, and didn’t want to spread the word; Didn't expect to get further pointers.

Both sides were very nervous. The practitioners hugged the dirty clothes in their hands and entered the room tremblingly.

The paper books in Jun Yang's drawer are all brand new, they are as they are now, without even a crease.

He silently recited Yan Mingxin's words in his heart, and repeatedly suggested to himself: the safety of Haiphong, the hope of Fengtian, the trust of the organization...

There are frigates of the same level as 027 in the battle group of the Kutao Ship, which run side by side at sea day and night. Jun Yang knows the structure of the Chang'an class like the back of his hand.

He drew the hull structure diagram of the Changan-class frigate on paper, circled the key parts, drew the detailed appearance of the weapon in the blank space, and asked patiently: "The Phalanx is the most basic defense method. Do you know the principle of its interception?"

"Hit the shells ahead of time, and prevent the shells from harming the warship!"

"Yes." Jun Yang asked without stopping, drawing the turning range and attack radius of each artillery, and said, "To know the performance of the current Chang'an-class equipment, we must first trace its predecessor. What model. As the carrier of multiple generations of weapons, the Changan class must replace the original equipment with better performance equipment every time it is updated. However, due to limited military expenditure, even if the new equipment that appears in a period of time has certain advantages, it cannot always It is a replacement, because the cost performance is too low. Therefore, based on the collected data and the actual combat goals of each ship, we can roughly calculate the performance of the updated equipment.”

Jun Yang raised his eyes and looked around, and asked: "What is the model and rate of fire of the previous generation of close-in defense guns equipped with the Chang'an class? This has been declassified, don't say you don't know."

The room was silent.

Jun Yang was silent, and took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. Another way of thinking, no matter how successful the interception rate of the missile is, no frigate will leave an air defense vacuum distance. As long as you know that the current main type of short-range missile on board is How many kilometers is the interception range, and if it is closer than this distance, it is about the range of a close-in defense gun. How much is it?"

After being glanced at by him, some students wished they hadn't been here today.

"I don't have any data on the new equipment, so I can always find the old ones, right? I can't settle down to read the book, and I don't know what to ask!" Jun Yang put down his pen, "When boarding a ship in the future, do you have to go on a mission to ask 'Where do you put Leibu? Do you want to ask someone when chasing a submarine, "Excuse me, how many meters have you dived?"? Did they tell you? You can 'reach out' for everything, and ask here and there, isn't it embarrassing?"

Jun Yang pointed at the door: "Go."

The students were reprimanded into silence, shrunk into quails, and retreated out of the room in small steps obediently.

Jun Yang looked even more angry: "What is it like! Stand at attention! Line up and go!"

Yan Mingxin came back dragging the ground, saw him showing off his power, and asked, "Why are you so fierce?"

Jun Yang lit a cigarette angrily, put his elbows on the table, and said, "I've always been so fierce."

"Who said that?" Yan Mingxin said with a smile, "You treat me very well."

Yan Mingxin worked very hard. He followed a few mud footprints and dragged them from the door of the house to the access control downstairs, rinsing the mop several times in between.As the temperature rose at noon, he grabbed his clothes and fanned them to avoid the heat, so he simply took off his clothes.

When he flashed in front of Jun Yang, someone was shot in the chest.

Jun Yang's will to fight was fundamentally rotten from within, and then he spoke in an octave lower voice, absent-mindedly criticizing: "Can you treat them the same as you?"

"By the way. Why do you have students?" Yan Mingxin took out a few tissues and said while wiping his sweat, "Didn't you say you didn't have class?"

As soon as he finished wiping, tiny beads of sweat oozed from his chest again, facing the sun, they shone with a golden gleam.And some fish that escaped the net gathered into a trickle that never dripped, and along the beautiful gully between his muscles, he wanted to refuse and meet, stop and go.

Jun Yang wished he could grab the tissue and do it for him: "I helped the teachers in the group take over the class. I didn't even say my last name. I don't know how they found here."

Yan Mingxin let out an "oh" and sat on the edge of the bed to rest: "I see they like you very much."

"Don't talk about it." Jun Yang seemed to see someone putting food on a plate for him, and suddenly he disliked the boring tobacco in his hand.

He pressed the cigarette butt, sat down next to Yan Mingxin, put one hand behind Yan Mingxin, and folded his shoulders with him, admiring this perfect body wantonly: "I only taught them one class, nothing He even scolded them. What do you like about me?"

"But people who like you will come to you." Yan Mingxin blinked, "Even if you don't know where you live, even if you might embarrass yourself if you come, you still want to come to you. I came because I like you." ' Happens before the 'action', they don't need you to do anything, they already like you before they come."

"..." Jun Yang had no choice but to turn his eyes back to Yan Mingxin's face.

After watching it for a while, I endured it again and again.

He asked: "Then you came to me because you also like me?"

"I didn't even go home after I finished my mission." Yan Mingxin smiled, "At noon today, my dad was outside the conference hall, and we haven't seen each other for three weeks. I wanted to go over to say hello, but after thinking about it, forget it , I'm afraid he will just walk me away."

"..." Jun Yang's lingering conscience wanted to say for a moment, "Go and say hello to the captain", but after all, it was weak and weak, and it was overwhelmed by the longing and possessiveness of the crowd as soon as it came up. down.

"Why do you think I let you sleep in my arms, why did you let me take off my clothes in broad daylight?" Yan Mingxin looked at him tenderly, "You have served on the Kutao Ship for so many years, and the bed in the crew cabin is only wide for one person. I don't believe you have to hug this and that while sleeping, there are so many details."

Noon is the time of day when the sun is closest to the earth, the sun is the brightest, and all the subtle expressions that are difficult to distinguish in the moonlight can be seen at a glance.It is not difficult for others to tell whether a person is sleepy or not, and whether he wants to sleep or not.

Yan Mingxin patted his chest with the back of his hand, and said softly, "Hey, do you know what you did to me just now? Or do you think I'm stupid?"

Jun Yang: "..."

He turned his face to the other side.

Wanted, didn't want, liked, disliked, no one asked for his opinion, he never got a chance to express his emotions.He is a rootless duckweed, drifting with the tide, pushed by fate, at most he can set off small waves within his reach.

Whether he can get it in the end is often not up to him.

Most of the time, he can only fight silently by making more preparations, and look forward to the arrival.

He has not experienced it, and he does not know how the communication of "normal people" begins, nor has he learned to speak for love.

In the past, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but facing Yan Mingxin's gentle questioning, he found that these behaviors that he thought he could hide from the world were so rude.

Yan Mingxin is glamorous and glamorous. Maybe he has lived every minute and every second from birth to now.He had seen his intentions clearly, but he was still ignoring his ears...

"However, I am different from them. They have known you for a short time and don't know you. Their liking is very shallow, and it may not be regarded as 'like'. It is reverence for you." Regarding expression, Yan Mingxin is also jerky, only When it comes to the sky, it becomes smoother. "Three years ago, K-2020 was the main model of the Kutao ship and the joint exercise with the Fengtian Military Region for the first time. J-100 was also a new aircraft. We were divided into the same airspace. That was my first time. I participated in a joint exercise once. At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to find the target, and I would return to the base if I made a wrong shot or missed the shot. I turned three times over the target to find the radar signature. You helped me cover and penetrate the defense three times, and finally called me, 'This is it! Launch'."

Yan Mingxin bumped him on the shoulder: "Do you remember?"

Jun Yang turned his head sharply: "You don't vote and you don't leave, if you keep turning, I will run out of gas."

Yan Mingxin laughed: "Yes, after returning from training, we held a seminar. The brigade commander asked if there was a problem with the fuel consumption parameters of the K-2020, and how this 1151 could fly for so long. Since then, I have wanted to meet you. .”

When Jun Yang heard that Yan Mingxin's expectations for him were so high on the table, that they could even stand up for everyone to sit and discuss together, he felt that his thoughts were ulterior, and slowly turned his face to the window in embarrassment.

Yan Mingxin tugged at his arm: "Hey, don't look at me anymore? Didn't you just enjoy watching it?"

"..." Jun Yang was dizzy when he got the stolen goods, "Stop talking."

Yan Mingxin stuck his face in front of him, leaving him nowhere to hide: "Last night, you waited for me at the door and hugged me to sleep, do you know how I feel?"

Jun Yang was forced to face him directly: "What mood?"

"I thought, 'The person I like, he also likes me'." As soon as the words came out, the itch that had been drilled into his heart came out again at this moment, swimming around the place where Jun Yang had breathed, Yan Ming could not believe it Scratching embarrassedly, "I wanted to say something just now, but you didn't let me talk, why did you... just want to sleep when you saw me."

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