Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 202. Group B will never lose again! [27 more]
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"Go away."
With a big wave of his hand, Mo Shangyun finished speaking and swaggered to the front.
Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng looked at her inexplicably, holding the idea of "Mo Shangyun is not possessed by a ghost", and honestly followed Mo Shangyun's pace.
Except for 301, the doors of the dormitories of 302, 303, and 304 are all open, and there is a man standing each.
After Mo Shangyun and others left, the air was silent for ten seconds, and then they entered the dormitory by coincidence.
Close the door.
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Training field.
The morning exercises supervised by Mo Shangyun were overloaded as always, with the most serious deductions.
However, the training effect in these two weeks is very significant, and more and more trainees finish the training before seven o'clock.
Especially the students of Group B, all of them gritted their teeth, as if they were competing with the tie last night. This morning’s morning exercises stuck to the students of Group A, even those with the worst physical fitness. The students all insisted on refusing to rest, falling one after another, but instead of stopping to rest as before, they endured the pain and continued to run.
The fierceness made Mo Shangyun look a little surprised.
Due to the influence of midsummer, Mo Shangyun will not blindly believe that these elites have military spirit, and the initial performance of Group B also made her dissatisfied.
One by one is too self-centered, too assertive, hard to manage, and always has a lot of ideas. Because he is an elite in the original army, it is not easy to convince others. It is even worse than Li Liang, who just met Jin Erlian. Troublesome person.
Most of them are emotional, because they have a prejudice against Mo Shangyun, so they don't care about training.
Mo Shangyun deliberately ignores them, just wanting them to taste the consequences of "doing".
Although the instructors and the students are connected, no one will bear the consequences for them. They don't care about training. They are the ones who deduct their points and punish them, and they are the ones who suffer.
Mo Shangyun wants to teach them a lesson——
No one will be held responsible for their ‘self-inflicted’.
If what they meet is not Mo Shangyun, Ji Ruonan, or Mu Cheng and others, but some instructors who are really irrelevant to them, they also need to learn not to be affected, to strengthen their beliefs and go down. .
However, this week, Mo Shangyun has really come to realize that this is a group of selected elites. Although there is indeed mouse **** in this group, most of them have their own persistence and certain ideas. consciousness.
When they recognize their mistakes and really admire someone, they can suffer and suffer on the training ground, and when they suffer again, when they are full of tears, they do not give up.
In the final analysis, although the female soldiers have more thoughts and delicate personalities, in such an environment, they are still pure in nature.
Give her a reason to persevere, that is, she can grit her teeth and persevere to the end.
Mo Shangyun observed that more than half of the students in Group B completed their tasks within the time limit. By 7:30, everyone in Group B completed their morning exercises.
On the training ground, there are only a few people left.
Holding the points list in his hand, Mo Shangyun lowered his head and marked with a pen.
Although the survival of the fittest is the survival of the fittest, she still has the obligation to be diligent before these lagging students leave. At least the day they leave, her strength is not standing still.
"Instructor Mo, someone is looking for it!"
When the last name was recorded, a voice familiar to a teaching assistant came from behind.
Mo Shangyun heard the sound and stood up straight, turning his head slightly.
The rising sun shone head on.
It's warm, and the light is soft, but it is particularly dazzling when it reaches the bottom of the eyes.
Then, what caught the eye was a phalanx team, dozens of people standing against the light, arranged neatly and uniformly, Chaoyang pulled out long shadows in front of them, and the shadows of each column overlapped, Neatly, like a straight line.
Group B students, a total of 49 people, to 49 people.
The assistant teacher stood beside them and waved to Mo Shangyun with a smile.
Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw a hand drawn smooth lines in the air, and a neat military salute was made towards this side.
Mo Shangyun looked intently, 49 people, with burning eyes, bright eyes, and a firm expression. In many crowds, they could not be seen clearly under the light, but they could be distinguished one by one based on the outline.
After a pause, Mo Shangyun walked over calmly.
Not long after, I came to the front of the line and stood still.
"Who is looking for me?"
Mo Shangyun raised his brows lightly, with an innate arrogance, the sun was dyed with golden light on the brows, and his expression was very dazzling.
"Me!"
The students present shouted in unison, the voice was loud, deafening, and angry.
His eyes flashed slightly, and Mo Shangyun asked kindly: "What's the matter?"
The voice fell silent, and every salute hand automatically clenched into a fist.
Following, there is a decisive, sonorous voice——
"I am a member of Group B, and I am here to make a military order. Starting from the third week, we will go forward courageously, no longer retreat, no longer resist, and never lose to Group A!"
One word, one word.
Gritting his teeth, roaring out of his throat, in the early morning sun, passionate, full of anger, slamming a word, mixed with the hard air of a soldier.
The people around, stopped subconsciously and looked curiously.
At that moment, the neatly arranged female soldiers looked stern, and their eyes all fell to the forefront. The female officer stood in front of them, her expression indifferent.
A group of people, one person, and lofty ambitions.
The morning sun, the shadow, and the training ground fall into the eyes of others, as if being engraved, deeply imprinted in the depths of the mind.