Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 165. Can’t you give me a chance to chase you? [Two more]

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"I want to ask, can Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng represent the level of your troops?"

Mo Shangyun asked every word, although it seemed to be an understatement, but the tone was clearly tentative.

"Do you have an opinion on them?" Yan Tianxing chuckled softly.

"No," Mo Shangyun shrugged, "I just feel that if the two of them can represent the overall level, Azrael will be a bit misleading."

I have been in contact with Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng, and they are all very nice. There is no doubt about this.

But it’s a bit impetuous in doing things, it’s very strange to be an instructor, as for combat ability...

As a special soldier, there is indeed no problem.

However, in Mo Shangyun’s impression, insiders have a high evaluation of this special force, especially the Azrael team is too legendary, and Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu are not up to this level. The height of the sub-group.

It's Xiao Chuyun...

"They are unwilling to come. They were kicked over after losing in PK." Yan Tianxing said unhurriedly, "If you are still curious, we will select at the beginning of next year and welcome anytime."

"..."

PK lost and kicked over?

Meaning, these two are the bottom?

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and touched his nose, looking differently at Yan Tianxing.

However, looking at this old fox's contented expression, Mo Shangyun didn't show it.

Anyway, the captain of this magic special team is now giving her statistics on the internal affairs.

"Go now."

Mo Shangyun stood up and didn't want to stay long.

I didn't leave her either, Yan Tianxing raised his head slightly and said to her: "We will go to dinner later."

"...oh."

Opening his mouth, Mo Shangyun just didn't refuse.

*

I heard a lot of news, and most of them were very hot. Mo Shangyun didn't want to go to the office. Instead, he left the office building and went to the training ground.

Having been waiting for the morning training to end, Mo Shangyun returned to the Su Office Building and went to the cafeteria for dinner with Yan Tianxing.

After dinner, Yan Tianxing went out with something to do, while Mo Shangyun went back to the office to sort out the housekeeping statistics sent by Yan Tianxing for the first time, and then went through all the situation of the students in Group B.

It was a bit tough when selecting groups. There was a certain strength gap between Group A and Group B, but after a few days of training, both groups were on the right track.

In Group A, because of Ji Ruonan's cohesiveness, everyone is in a good state, but Lin Qi struggled too hard. The results of these two days are far higher than her previous best results.

Mo Shangyun carefully scanned the students' grades in the 401 dormitory.

Qin Xue is still outstanding, ranking second in female soldiers in overall strength.

In hindsight, Mo Shangyun turned to the results of Group B, and suddenly found that the female soldier fell to You Nianyu first.

You Nianyu...

You can obviously feel the occasional look in You Nianyu's eyes.

However, in the past few days, there has been no special performance.

Being dragged down twice in a row, You Nianyu also followed her orders, did not show the slightest anger or unwillingness, and was too calm.

She remembered that You Yi's evaluation of You Nianyu was: frizz, impulsivity, and unstable mentality.

Every time the name You Nianyu is mentioned, You Yi looks helpless.

In the past few days of observation, Mo Shangyun has not found any characteristics related to these three evaluation words in You Nianyu.

It looks like a different person.

Furthermore, with such outstanding achievements, the sense of existence is infinitely close to zero.

After a moment of contemplation, Mo Shangyun recovered his thoughts, did not think about it anymore, and continued to check the results of other students.

Finally, I saw the record of deductions in Midsummer, and I was a little stunned.

When I watched it at noon yesterday, the score in Midsummer was still 52 points in Midsummer.

It was only one day, and another 12 points were deducted, leaving only 40 points.

Looking at the record carefully, it was all a mistake, one point and two points were deducted intermittently, but there were too many mistakes, and 12 points were gone.

Mo Shangyun laughed blankly.

It must be the ghost of Mu Cheng and others behind.

In the afternoon, five thirty.

Mo Shangyun gave each student's performance twice, leaned against the back of the chair with a headache, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

A little tired.

She opened the drawer, took out the eye drops given by Duan Zimu, and dropped two drops to relieve the pain in her eyes.

At this moment, I heard footsteps outside the door.

Mo Shangyun tilted his head to look.

I saw Duan Zimu walk in from the door, a leather whip in his hand, extremely conspicuous.

"Would you like to eat?"

Raising his eyes to see Mo Shangyun, Duan Zimu directly invited him.

The eyebrows narrowed slightly, Mo Shangyun asked instead, "How about shooting training?"

There will be shooting training this afternoon, and Duan Zimu will be in charge.

Thinking about this, Mo Shangyun paused, suddenly thinking that Duan Zimu was responsible for the morning exercises, and during that time... 6 points were deducted in midsummer.

"It's okay," Duan Zimu nodded, then gave Mo Shangyun a deep look, "I thought you would come."

"Forgot." Mo Shangyun shrugged calmly.

I originally planned to take a look.

After all, shooting training, from a certain perspective, also reflects the level of a soldier.

However, the trivial matter of looking at the information in the afternoon delayed time.

Duan Zimu was choked by her, but she didn't pursue it.

"10 points were deducted in midsummer, and the scores will be about the same next week." Duan Zimu walked to the desk and put down his whip.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the calendar on the desk.

Today is Saturday.

Tomorrow and Sunday, there will be her fighting training.

She estimated that with the current state of midsummer, tomorrow will be almost the end.

"You deducted points, deliberately?"

Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun looked up at Duan Zimu who was pouring water.

"You can't say that." Duan Zimu walked over unhurriedly, holding a cup of water, and stopped until Mo Shangyun was in front of him. He chuckled, "If she can hold her breath, no one can hold it. Her points."

Mo Shangyun has nothing to say for Duan Zimu's response.

According to the mental state of midsummer she observed in the morning, she was on the verge of collapse.

It is estimated that what happened at noon yesterday had a certain impact on her.

The mood is chaotic, and it is really impossible to avoid making mistakes during training.

And, more and more instructors stared at her to deduct points, which caused a lot of psychological pressure on her, but it is estimated that Duan Zimu also put pressure on her invisibly...

Standing aside, drank saliva, Duan Zimu looked down at her, seemingly reminded: "If you leave one, you will lose in Group B for the results of the first week."

"As expected."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, it doesn't matter how authentic.

The so-called winning or losing is nothing but a result, a kind of honor. Winning or losing is not permanent, and the result is not static.

In other words, Mo Shangyun is looking forward to the fiasco of Group B this time.

Only when you have lost, will you know to rise.

Only with a miserable defeat can the Jedi fight back.

Of course, the psychological pressure will not be so great only when they are positioned for their strength at the beginning, and there will be gains and surprises if they don't make a little progress afterwards.

On the other hand, people who have been winning will always blindly pursue the first place. Even if the gap with the people behind is widened, it is extremely easy to produce pressure.

Duan Zimu glanced at Mo Shangyun, who looked calmly.

Only those who have really fought against Mo Shangyun can understand the power of Mo Shangyun.

It stands to reason that the stronger the person, the less he likes to lose. Even if it was him, he would still be in the top three of the male soldiers during the March assessment, but Mo Shangyun originally had strength that surpassed everyone, but he remained near the passing line.

It is hard to imagine what she has experienced to achieve this indifferent state of mind.

In other words, how strong she is, so strong that even her achievements cannot inspire her fighting spirit.

With a light smile, Duanzi asked: "Would you like to eat?"

"Go, alone."

Mo Shangyun replied decisively and turned off the computer.

Duan Zimu had a meal and asked: "Keep your distance?"

"Avoid suspicion."

Squinting at him, Mo Shangyun calmly said.

After she deducted 35 points for Midsummer, Duan Zimu repeatedly deducted points for Midsummer. They walked together, somewhat embarrassed.

Moreover, Duan Zimu's performance is so obvious...

It's boring to be boring. There is no need to be ambiguous.

Duan Zimu leaned down, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw that Duan Zimu's face was extremely close, only a few inches away.

"Can't you give me a chance to chase you?"

Dan Feng raised his eyes, his eyebrows were convincing, Duan Zimu's voice was hoarse and ambiguous, and the words and sentences fell to the ears.

"No--"

Mo Shangyun raised his brows lightly, and Mo Shangyun opened his mouth without thinking.

However, the word "no" was just uttered, and before the word "neng" was spoken, I suddenly heard a sound from outside the door——

"Captain."