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Chapter 244 Military Instructor VS Troublesome Recruit 2
"Even if you kill me, you will be finished, not to mention flattering me!"

"You are such a good son, while you resent your father. At the same time, you rely on Chief Tan's name to do evil." Ling Mo did not back down because of his threat. He quickly grabbed his wrist and threw him over his shoulder.

The commotion here attracted several soldiers to watch.

There were also a few instructors who seemed to be trying to stir up trouble.

Not many people knew Tan Yan's identity, but he was a troublemaker who started provoking the instructors on the first day of entering the camp, and his identity was soon known to all the instructors.

The most interesting thing is that this person actually fell into the hands of Ling Mo, a notorious villain in the army.

All the instructors knew that there would be something interesting to watch in the future.

If you don't believe me, just look at this guy, he just got punished and started making trouble again, and even fought with the instructor.

After Ling Mo attacked for the second time, Tan Yan started to fight back.

If two people fight without anyone else around, the people around them will watch the fun and shout and make a fuss.

No one in the military camp is allowed to use mobile phones. After-meal entertainment is usually gathering together to chat or play cards. You can see new recruits and instructors fighting, and of course everyone comes to watch the fun.

The battalion commander also came over. He was the only person besides Ling Mo who knew Tan Yan's identity.

So when he saw Ling Mo pressing the person to the ground and rubbing him, his eyelids twitched.

Two ancestors.

"Ahhh—it hurts! It's broken! It's going to break!" Tan Yan didn't care about his face anymore, he felt his arm was going to break.

"Call me something."

"Instructor! Instructor, that's enough! Let go!"

Ling Mo loosened the restraints and stood aside, watching the young man stand up in a panic.

"Everyone disperse." The battalion commander said.

Everyone realized that even the battalion commander had come, and they saluted one by one, "Battalion Commander."

Then they quickly fled the scene and did what they were supposed to do.

The battalion commander's eyes fell on Tan Yan. After everyone left and only three people were left, he smiled and walked up to him and patted him on the back: "Xiao Yan, you didn't expect to come to my place, did you?"

"Uncle Ma?!" Tan Yan looked up and saw the familiar uncle. He was surprised for a moment, but his face soon darkened. "You and my dad are playing with me."

"Hey~ How can you say that about your dad? We are all doing this for your own good. It's a good thing to come to the army to hone your skills." The battalion commander looked at the boy's familiar black face and didn't want to offend this little ancestor, so he immediately changed the subject and left.

"Instructor Ling has been the top soldier for four consecutive years. You must study hard under him and don't let your father down."

"Uncle Ma! I don't want to stay in his team! Please find me another instructor!" Tan Yan wanted to chase after him, but someone held his shoulders.

As soon as he was beaten, his body subconsciously stopped and he dared not move.

"Come with me." Ling Mo ignored his resistance and pushed him directly to where he lived.

All his daily necessities were distributed according to uniform standards.

Feeling the rough texture that he had never touched before, Tan Yan saw Ling Mo's eyes that seemed indifferent to everything and swallowed back the words he wanted to make.

"come over."

Seeing the scissors in her hand, Tan Yan jumped up in shock and ran far away: "What are you doing! Didn't I get beaten?"

"You can't have long hair in the army, let alone dye it." Ling Mo took out the hairdressing tools. Everyone else was doing evening training at the moment, so there was no one in the huge dormitory.

"...You can also cut hair." Tan Yan was embarrassed.

"No." She said lightly after pushing the man into the chair and cutting off his blue hair with a pair of scissors.

Tan Yan was furious.

"What!!!!"

Looking at his messy hair in the mirror, he felt hopeless.

"There is no personal stylist for you in the military. Usually you have to do your hair yourself or ask friends to do it." Ling Mo looked at his hair that looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

"...Oh." Tan Yan just remembered this and felt bitter. He looked through the mirror at the person who was packing up the tools.

He felt a palpitation in his heart and quickly looked away, thinking that he was angry and that was causing his irregular heartbeat.

"Gululu~"

Tan Yan's stomach rumbled.

He pretended not to know, but his red ears gave him away. A bag of steamed buns was placed on the table.

It was made in the cafeteria in the evening and is now cold.

Tan Yan looked at Ling Mo in surprise.

Ling Mo picked up the box and said, "You are too late to go to the training tonight. Just rest in the dormitory and participate in the training in time tomorrow morning. If you are late, you will run 60 kilometers with weights."

Picking up the steamed bun, Tan Yan looked at the steamed bun that he had never even looked at before, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

If you don't eat for a day and then run 50 kilometers with a weight, even the strongest body will collapse.

Not long after, he finished the bag of big steamed buns with warm water.

I took a quick shower, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

At night, Ling Mo returned to his single dormitory, took off his military cap, and let his slightly long hair fall down, brushing over his earlobes.

Casually hanging the belt over the back of the chair, she exhaled and went to the bathroom to clean it.

The male protagonist of this world is Tan Yan. As the late son of Tan Jihua, a military and political family, he has hardly suffered any hardship until not long ago when he almost hit someone and killed someone while racing, and was then cruelly sent to the military camp.

Ling Mo’s identity this time is the male protagonist’s mentor on his growth path, and he is also the key figure in his determination to stay in the army.

Why is it so important?

Very simple -

The teacher offers sacrifices to the heavens, and his power is boundless.

Ling Mo used death to make this unruly boy become calm overnight and learn to grow up.

[You little piece of trash, how lucky are you to be drawn into this world. ]

[…The director said that we will be sent to wherever the Heavenly Dao fragments are, and we will come to this world sooner or later.] The system explained to itself pitifully, feeling that it was really wronged.

Ling Mo put on her bra, pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Thinking of the male protagonist I met today, I have a headache.

This world must die.

In the previous world, because her character collapsed in the end, the director came to find her in person.

Thinking of the little girl who knelt down at the beginning and then hugged her thighs and cried for mercy.

Ling Mo was unusually embarrassed.

"Sister! You are my real sister! Please obey some discipline. It is not easy to keep a small world stable. We in the Spacetime Administration cannot control the Heavenly Dao Consciousness. Only your husband can control it! You complain every time. My hair is almost falling out recently!"

Who would have thought that the director that everyone was curious about was actually a little loli.

And the painting style is so unique.

Ling Mo sighed again.

It is amazing that a worker can do this and make her boss kneel down in front of her.

[Hmm... why isn't this considered another kind of success?] The system snickered.

Ling Mo closed his eyelids and rolled his eyes.

[Little waste, I have to get up early tomorrow. ]

System: I close the data line.

……

The whistle sounded.

Everyone who was still asleep jumped out of bed and quickly put on their clothes.

Tan Yan clicked his tongue impatiently, covered his head with the quilt, turned around and continued to sleep.

But a bag of steamed buns unconsciously appeared in my mind.

"Fuck." He sat up and tried to pull his hair out in annoyance, but all he felt was his shaved head.

"grass!"

(End of this chapter)