Pseudo A instructor is my wife

▍Special relationship

For morning training, Instructor Yi arranged for a morning run.

The man in the turquoise military uniform was shining brightly in the morning light, his side face was cast with shadows, half of which was dazzling and handsome, and half of which was calm and rigorous.Upon closer inspection, the wide brim of the hat could not cover the faint black eyes, revealing that the instructor seemed not as energetic as he looked.

Cheng Xin turned his head and smiled, looked away, and ran steadily in the morning.

"Cheng Xin goes out, and the others continue."

The neat team looked at Yi Liang, his face was cold: "If you want to run [-] extra laps, you can go out together."

Meng Jiancheng closed his mouth that was about to open, turned around silently, and continued to run along with the queue.

There was no lack of gloating in the eyes of the others, and their movements and postures were still standard. They were all from military families, and they didn't dare to be too presumptuous in the Capital Military Academy.

"Instructor, it's not good to look for me alone at a time like this?" Cheng Xin put his hands in his pockets, stood lazily, and smiled unnecessarily

"Stand in a military posture, let's talk about when you stand up." The instructor seemed to have completely forgotten what happened last night, and punished an unruly student with a serious face.

"Oh, public revenge."

Cheng Xin took two steps forward, not too far away from the instructor, standing obediently in a military posture.

The black belt is attached to the waist, and the figure is tall and straight. The outline of the arm muscles is looming under the military uniform. It will not be too strong, but you can see the vigorous strength contained inside.

Yi Liang looked away, and walked around behind him, Cheng Xin's fingers on both sides moved slightly.

A hand was placed on the shoulder, and the strength was not heavy. Cheng Xin looked sideways: "Instructor, what does this mean? Wasn't last night enough?"

Yi Liang lowered his eyes, at such a short distance, he ran two more laps just now, without any leakage of pheromone.

He put his hands on his shoulders, straightened up like a nitpicker: "The shoulders are not straight enough, keep this position for three to ten minutes."

Cheng Xin's military posture is actually a standard standing, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, straight and upright, the explosive power of the soldier is eye-catching, coupled with the dazzling facial features, the military posture has become a dazzling scenery.

Yi Liang also confirmed one thing, without the smell of this alpha pheromone, his actions are not restricted, and this person also spontaneously suppressed his extremely intrusive pheromone.

Cheng Xin stood in the military posture for three to ten minutes, standing upright, with no superfluous expressions on his face, and the slightly raised eyes weakened the young man's dignified and serious military posture, making him appear casual.

The degree of obedience surprised Yi Liang, and his attention was diverted from the young man.

Last night, he sent the black chess players to his subordinates for secret review, and there is no news yet.If Cheng Xin's pheromone is related to black chess, then he will handle it himself.

After the morning training, the alpha was sweating, and the pheromones spilled out little by little.

"Damn, what's your taste, stay away from me."

The man lowered his head and sniffed at his neckline: "It's just... the ordinary smell of sweat and the faint smell of iron rust."

"The smell is too strong, like going to a factory to make iron."

The said alpha punched the complaining alpha, "Be careful, I will train you."

"Go! Go! Go."

Yi Liang was not far away from them, and recognized the boy with the rust-flavored pheromone in their mouths. His name was Lin Hui, an alpha who liked to laugh and had a good attitude.In the physical fitness class, he gave close guidance. This person has a good foundation and persisted even when he was out of breath.

The smell of alpha sweat pheromone will be more obvious than usual, unless the smell is special or the smell is particularly strong, alpha will not care about it.

Yi Liang's senses seemed to be wrapped with an invisible barrier, blocking all alpha pheromones.

His gaze involuntarily fell on that Xin Chang's back, only this person's pheromone, he could clearly and violently feel it.

After the lineup broke up, Cheng Xin undid the top two buttons of the neckline, and his strict and stern image was completely destroyed in an instant.

Meng Jiancheng followed, "Why did the instructor punish you for standing in a military posture?"

Cheng Xin raised his eyelids and said, "The morning run is too tiring, the instructor loves me so much."

Meng Jiancheng choked, he wondered how much better it would be to stand in a military posture and not have to run for exercises, and then asked, "Why are you so familiar with Instructor Yi?"

"Special relationship, special care."

Meng Jiancheng: "..."

The last time I fought with the instructor in the training room, the relationship is really special.

Meng Jiancheng's nose twitched, what does it smell like?Looking back, I saw Lin Hui put his arms up with a smile: "Da Meng, do you have an appointment to practice tonight?"

Meng Jiancheng, who was a little dazed by the strong rust smell, saw Cheng Xin walking away from them calmly, turned his head again, and pulled Lin Hui's arm down expressionlessly: "Brother, in the future Please stay two meters away from me after exercising."

"Is it all about alpha?" Lin Hui withdrew his hand without getting angry. With a flash in front of his eyes, he subconsciously reached out to catch it, and there was an extra spray in his hand.

"Pheromone blocker." A lazy voice sounded.

Lin Hui raised his head and glanced at the striking alpha in front of him, and thanked him flattered.

"Hurry up and spray." Meng Jiancheng held his breath for a while, wondering how strange it was for Cheng Xin to carry this thing with an alpha, and they rarely used it.

--

During the culture class, Cheng Xin withdrew from the terminal. Most of the mecha equipment purchased from Black Chess has been modified. Unless he encounters a large-scale insect swarm, his mecha should be able to withstand most attacks from non-military special weapons .

Black chess blocked the account he used to test the water, and another account slipped away from Black chess's database. These days, he has made a lot of money.

He straightened out the "dowry" given by his wife when he took it back from Cheng Yi, looked at the series of zeros behind the numbers, and raised the corners of his eyes, inadvertently revealing a happy expression.

It is said that the Seventh Legion has few resources and is stationed in remote and poor places, but it seems that is not the case.

A message pops up in the terminal.

[I don't want to spread the news of selling myself to the old omega, so I brought my things to the abandoned building two hundred miles away from the military academy at night. 】

Cheng Xin's gaze flicked over the words of the old omega, and he laughed lowly for a while.

Instructor Yi is not an old omega. His face is probably not as beautiful as the so-called most beautiful omega in the interstellar world. It is just blessed by air conditioning all the year round and honed on the battlefield. His temperament is not comparable to those weak and delicate flowers.

The message was sent by Cheng Yi, who was not anonymous, and looked confident,

Someone touched his elbow, and Cheng Xin raised his eyes to look over to Meng Jiancheng and whispered to him: "Did a fanatic omega get in our class? Why do I feel like I'm always being watched hotly?"

Cheng Xin glanced back, there were two rows in the middle, and Zhao Te was sitting on the right back.

Zhao Te took the initiative to approach him a few times, and after being dealt with indifferently by him, he restrained himself a lot, as if he had failed to make friends and gave up voluntarily, but if there were any sticky eyes, undisguised purpose, and his identity, he would not Can't talk about making friends or not.

Cheng Xin turned to look at Meng Jiancheng, his face was the same, he was listening to the class very seriously, and he was still taking notes with a pen in his hand, as if he was not the one who said he was being stared at.

Students who study hard are very common, but it's against the law to be placed in the last row of students who are all sleeping and fiddling with terminals.

--

The metal viaduct reflected a cold silver light, and the silhouettes of the two people were not obvious in the staggered bridge body, and there was the sound of several suspended vehicles passing by under the wind.

"Major General, the person you brought last time was cut off by the military." The subordinate who reported had two thick eyebrows, his facial features were tough, and he looked resolute. There was an unconcealable resentment in his eyes.

The silent man frowned slightly after hearing his words, "What's the specific situation?"

"The dynamic address of the terminal tracked by our people was cut off halfway, and the alliance military department appeared and took people away."

"Does Commander Zhong know?"

It is common for the Second Legion to oppress the sporadic troops of the Seventh Legion stationed in the capital.

There is no reason to bully others, and it is open and aboveboard.

Without uncle's intervention, this person would not come back, but if uncle interfered, it would be easy to be caught.

"It didn't go through Commander Zhong, but after that person was intercepted, we received some anonymous messages."

The people around them reported the anonymous information carefully.

A turquoise hover car passed under them, fast and silent, with smooth and smooth body lines, and in the blink of an eye, only a galloping green light remained.

The performance of the car is excellent, but it is too conspicuous.

Yi Liang returned to his senses, caught some words, looked sideways, and the reflection of the silver bridge hit his collar, "A sign of omega activity?" He thought for a while, and said: "Let the people lurking on the black chess pay attention to the anonymous to whom the message refers."

The subordinates checked the terminal and reported another matter, "The last time you asked Cheng Xin to check, he was an ordinary person with very little information. He moved after the house collapsed for unknown reasons half a month ago."