Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

It rained all day.

Compared with the morning, it was like another scene. The drizzle turned into a silver needle, which fell densely under the light, and the raindrops pulled into a string, staggering and falling.

When the night breeze blows at night, the drizzle will come on the face without letting go. Let it blow on the face, as thin as a needle, messy, and hit the skin, bringing a little coolness, a few drops fly into the eyes, It seemed cold and moist.

Mo Shangyun ran on the playground.

No laps, no goals, she ran at a very fast speed, the slender figure skimmed across the runway, leaving a series of phantoms.

The wind and rain slammed over, shuddering on the side of the body, and there was a general wind beneath her feet. The military boots stepped in the puddle, and there was water splashing, but the moment the water drops fell, she had already left the place.

Mo Shangyun thought of Chen Lu.

This is inevitable.

She is wearing military uniform and standing here, everything she has comes from them.

When Su Mingsha left, she never thought of refusing military training, because it was integrated into all her life in her youth. At that time, she was made by those trainings, so not only did she not slack off, but she was more harsh on herself.

No one is in charge of her anymore, then she controls herself.

No one supervised her anymore, then she doubled her supervision.

She can't throw away those things, she can only make herself better.

Time can forget many things. After a long time, she can only remember how she wants to train, but it is difficult to remember those depressed scenes.

However, Chen Lu is not the same.

She knows that everything she has learned will not change because of Chen Lu’s departure, but she only recognizes Chen Lu, a teacher who survives in the wild, so as soon as she sees her steps, she sees a lot of familiar knowledge. Uncontrolled thought of Chen Lu.

Chen Lu is the gentlest one of her masters. Although it is hard to see, he always seems to have no temper. When all masters try to fix her, only he will be on the side with a frown. Watch them make trouble.

In memory, Chen Lu wearing military uniforms, Chen Lu who teaches gently, Chen Lu who helps cook, and... Chen Lu on the last side.

Her memory is very good, so she still remembers what Chen Lu saw at the Interpol Brigade. She couldn't say whether it was shock or sorrow. Because she was beside Cen, she accepted it like numbness—because besides accepting, she couldn't find anything else to do. She would not collapse, cry, or be at a loss.

This happened, and then she had to find a way to understand it.

This is what she thought at the time.

She always has the clearest judgment.

But her strong psychological qualities did not prove that she could underestimate all things, but she was better at suppressing her emotions and not showing them to outsiders.

Chen Lu died in this city, and was tortured to death on an almost absurd reason, even in the wilderness of corpses.

She revenge, but this does not mean that these memories will be erased.

Less than half a year has passed.

She couldn't listen to the lecture with enough repetition when the memory was still so clear. All the teaching is not far away, and the courses taught are almost the same. There is nothing she wants to learn, only the familiarity that stimulates her countless memories, so she tries to avoid it, sleeps, helps Ding Jing write notes, and runs on the playground. She was even ready to be deducted a lot of points to complete the field survival course.

Mo Shangyun took a deep breath, cold air poured into his lungs, and then was exhaled with a hot breath.

She recalled many things and the memories made her mind messy, so she needed some time to calm down.

What she didn't know was how long she had been running on the track and how long her other eyes had been watching in the rain.

The red dots of the cigarettes were clearly extinguished and intermittent, but never disappeared.

Until she stopped, gasped, and slowly squatted down holding her knees, the bright red light was strangled, standing in the corner for a long time, silently looked at it for a while, and finally turned and disappeared into darkness in.

She is always so arrogant and arrogant, so some scenes, she will not want to be seen.

He will wait for the day she is willing to show him.

But that is not now.

*

Mo Shangyun didn't return to the classroom until just before the exam.

The rain outside is small, but I have been running in the rain for an hour. The body is already wet, and the freshly dried hair is once again wet, and it sticks to the body, and there are drops of water running down the hair. Drop by drop, submerged in the training coat, dyed the color darker.

After running, she rested for a while. Now she has calmed down, but her face is not pink after exercise, but she has a transparent and fair skin. The white and tender skin is in sharp contrast with the short black hair. Under the cover of no training cap The visual conflict is becoming more and more obvious. At first glance, the messy and embarrassed revealed a stunning, breathless breath.

It was this kind of ink painting that suddenly appeared in the front door of the classroom, disturbing a lot of sight.

"report."

Mo Shangyun shouted.

Bu Yirong glanced at her and said, "Come in."

After that, he began to lecture again, as if what Mo Shangyun was doing and why it became like this, he was not interested in it.

So under his calm response and neglect of Mo Shangyun, many students who were originally curious about Mo Shangyun naturally took their gaze back and refocused their attention on the front projector.

Mo Shangyun calmly entered the classroom, and then after Ding Jing gave way, he successfully returned to his previous position.

"Mo Mo," Yan Gui leaned forward, lowering his voice and saying to Mo Shangyun, "Is it cold, do you want my coat?"

"Row."

When he fell back, Mo Shangyun was closer to him, and he lowered his lip in response.

Yan Guibian was very happy and lifted his hand to take off his coat.

Mo Shangjun took off his wet coat and placed it by the window, then put on Yan Gui's coat. Although it was slightly larger, it was quite warm. Some frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness.

If it was training, she would refuse Yan Gui's coat.

However, she now needs a pair of hands that can move freely and a brain that keeps active thinking after returning to body temperature.

The spring breeze is steep...

I usually exercise at night, and I can't feel it. It's really cold to sit back indoors and sit down.

Yan Gui was still caught in the joy of "Mo Mo was wearing his own coat", and he fooled happily alone, because his smirk really affected Yan Jinzhao's concentration, so Yan Jinzhao swallowed Yan Gui's elbow and gave Yan Gui his life I put my thoughts back in class, but from time to time I saw Mo Shangyun sitting in front of me, still giggling.

"The rest of the time for you to review."

The steps to finish the lesson in advance were tolerant, and said very tolerantly.

After that, he glanced in the direction of North Jiangsu and said, "Classmate 018, you can sit down."

"Yes."

After standing for three hours in northern Jiangsu, he responded coldly and finally returned to his place.

Step by step, he unscrewed the flask cap, drank, and smiled at the provocative gaze of North Jiangsu.

At this time, Mo Shangyun, who was sitting behind the North of Jiangsu, was keenly aware that Bu Yirong and Yan Tianxing's drinking glass were the same.

Do not.

To be precise, it is for couples.

Although the style is the same, the color of the cap is slightly different.

"Sister Su."

Mo Shangyun shouted to the front.

"Ok?"

Northern Jiangsu fell backwards and lifted Erlang's legs.

Mo Shangjun glanced in the direction of Bu Yirong, then approached the ear of Subei, whispering: "Don't give up the fight against evil forces."

"...I will work hard." North Jiangsu said so.

Duan Zimu, who listened to the words of the two of them, silently returned the ink notebook to him.

"Thanks," Mo Shangjun took the notebook without looking at it, but said directly, "You can find me for the answer."

"……No need to."

Duan Zimu mouth slightly pumped.

The good intention was rejected, and Mo Shangyun didn't mind, so he sat back well.

"Go to training?" Ding Jing, who was still studying handwriting, took the time to ask Mo Shun Yun.

"Ok."

The answer, which can be seen at a glance, was acknowledged by Mo Shangyun, and Ding Jing felt normal, but after thinking about it, Ding Jing felt not right, and then asked, "Was fined?"

"……Ok."

Hesitating again and again, Mo Shangyun let Yan Tianxing bear the blame.

I'm afraid it was expected. After getting the answer, Ding Jing turned things over. Soon she pushed the notebook to Moshangyun and asked, "What are the 25 wild herbs widely distributed in the country?"

Mo Shangyun glanced at her, "...Aren't you still giving Ren Yu popular science a few days ago?"

Ding Jing is baffled, "When is it?"

Mo Shangyun sighed, "Tell him which wild vegetables can be eaten."

At that time, Ding Dao also gained countless respectful eyes of Ren Yu.

It’s annoying to mention Ding Jing. “I know all the common names, aliases, and dialects. Isn’t there a difference between the scientific names and common names of these wild vegetables?”

"..."

Mo Shangyun took the pen speechlessly, wrote down 25 kinds for her, and commented on her alias by the way.

Seeing her so refreshing, Ding Jing asked her a few more questions. Although the students were empty, but were limited by theoretical knowledge, they had to admit that Ding Jing was very serious.

Such seriousness is rarely seen in Ding Jing.

She is not used to class like other students. On the contrary, she seems to be out of step with the surrounding environment, but she is fully devoted to it during class. As long as she wants to, she can discard all the influence of her body at any time, and this state carries an indescribable... If carefully described, Mo Shangyun feels that this should be anxiety.

Perhaps Ding Jing didn't even realize that Ding Jing was forcing himself to learn.

*

When there was still five minutes to go before the exam, Bu Yirong casually clicked a few codenames to check the notes.

Bu Rong did not let them take the notebook to check, but clicked on the code name and went directly to take a look at their notebook.

These should be a little distracting during the class. The notes were not satisfactory, and all two points were deducted, and Subei’s notebook didn’t even take a look at it, and politely slammed into North Jiangsu. Say hello, crossed two points in front of North Jiangsu.

Northern Jiangsu can only sneer.

It took five minutes.

Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu, who thought that copy-writing notes would definitely be checked, found out that after stepping through the inspection of Northern Jiangsu, they left the area directly.

Duan Zimu and Mo Shangyun could not help but exchange eyes.

——It’s so forgiving?

Bu Yirong seems to have his own set of guidelines, which are not reasonable, but he cannot deny his set of guidelines.

He was surprisingly accommodating, and surprisingly stern. The two strangely merged together, even though they didn't feel inconsistent at all, but instead had a taste of "This is his style of doing things."

If he doesn’t use Yan Tianxing’s couple mugs, Mo Shangyun may give him a very high score with a fair and objective attitude.

But... reality.

As the test papers were distributed, two rows of instructors walked in the classroom.

They stood in the aisle, holding the student's points table and supervising their tests.

This posture, I've seen it has been numb, but the first time I saw it, I was really scared out of a cold sweat, especially the courage is relatively small... I was stared by your sharp eyes, even the name will not be written?

Originally straightforward, they were all made a little guilty.

"Write a little better."

When he got the test paper, Mo Shangyun specifically told Ding Jing.

"Look at the mood." Ding Jing responded stubbornly.

With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun looked at the test paper in his hand, scanned all the questions in two minutes, and then raised the pen to write the number 005, and began to answer the questions.

Ninety percent is what I learned today, and the rest are more flexible subjective questions.

Mo Shangyun started to write the first answer, and the pen worked without interruption. She seemed to know all the answers when she read the question. She was only responsible for filling in the answers one by one. There was no pause at all. Just halfway through the time, Mo Shangjun filled out the entire test paper.

Although there is a goal of "full score", there is no need to check the self-proclaimed school bully, so after the last answer is filled, the pen cover is directly put back and the pen is put down.

She picked up the test paper and handed it to the instructor who was standing in the aisle and staring at her with coercion.

Noting Mo Shangyun's handwriting, Ding Jing glanced at his test paper.

"..."

Oh, she wrote only one third!

What kind of pervert is Mo Shangyun? !