QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Beautiful Instructor x High Cold Major General (3)

At eight o'clock in the evening, the wrestling hall.

The two figures continued to cross each other, and stopped after a while.

Yuan Sewei wiped the sweat from her forehead, and squatted up to the man in front of her.

"Your sensitivity is good, and the speed can be faster." Cui Yihan pursed his lips. Although his face was cold, he took two towels from the side.

Yuan Sewei took the towel with a smile in her eyes, and wiped the sweat from her head: "Major General Xie pointed."

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Cui Yihan's eyes. Yuan Sewei's fighting was very good. Women's strength itself was weaker than men's, so she did not choose to strengthen her strength but agility.

Fast speed, coupled with rich fighting skills, after grasping the weakness, attacking fiercely, this is Yuan Sewei's fighting.

Since last time in school, three days have passed since the fight before birth.

Yuan Sewei knew that to counterattack Cui Yihan, it would not be possible to throw in her arms directly. He must have a good impression of her, and her biggest advantage at the moment is that she can compete with Cui Yihan.

Occupy his time at night.

After giving instructions, Yuan Sewei and Cui Yihan left the fighting hall together.

The moonlight is like jade, and there is a faint coolness in the air. Clouds cover half of the moonlight face, adding a few hints of deepness.

Suddenly, Cui Yihan asked, "How is your mecha?"

Yuan Sewei stepped back half a step beside Cui Yihan, looking at the man's back in a daze, suddenly heard his low voice, and immediately reacted: "The fifth in the school."

Cui Yihan squinted his eyes, turned his face to his side, his cold eyes were dark and energetic: "Do you want to be number one?"

Yuan Sewei grinned in surprise, her face still flushed from the previous exercise, her brows curled up, she couldn't look directly at her brightly: "Yes."

"Tomorrow, come to my training room and try the new mecha." Cui Yihan was taken aback for a moment, his thin lips pressed into a long stiff line, and said lightly.

Yuan Sewei responded and began to calculate silently in her heart. Tomorrow's training room is the best mobile phone meeting.

She glanced at Cui Yihan inadvertently. In the middle of the night, Cui Yihan was more like the deserted and arrogant eagle, and the strength of arrogance of heaven and earth exuded from the independence.

Just thinking about eating this man, her mouth became a bit dry.

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Lying on the bed, Yuan Sewei did not close the window after taking a shower, leaving her naked body to blow the air all night.

Early the next morning, as expected, I felt a little warm in my brain.

Yuan Sewei pulled out a small smile at the corner of her mouth, holding the application form that she had prepared before, seriously putting on a military uniform and walking towards the office.

"Servie, do you want to apply to become a major general's personal soldier?" A refined middle-aged officer sat in the office, and after scanning the application, he asked with a headache.

Yuan Sewei stood straight, expressionless but with an overwhelming aura: "Reporting sir, yes."

"You know, the major general's personal soldier is chosen by the major general himself, and it has nothing to do with us."

Of course Yuan Sewei knew that her eyes did not hide the enthusiasm at all, and eagerly said: "I am willing to accept all assessments."

The middle-aged officer frowned, and a strong and beautiful female instructor was hard to find. Yuan Sewei was already a beautiful landscape in the Esco Military Academy. It was pleasing to the eye and not a vase.

He tapped his fingers on the desk, pondered for a long time, and slowly said: "I will pass this application form to you, but if the major general disagrees, then you will continue to stay in school."

Yuan Sewei nodded. Based on the understanding of the past few days, Cui Yihan should appreciate her. If this application form is not unexpected, it will definitely pass.

The middle-aged officer put down the application, his eyes were kind: "Why does Sewei suddenly want to be a personal soldier of the major general?"

Yuan Sewei said loudly: "Subordinates have always admired the major general. Major General Cui Yihan has excellent individual strength and strong commanding ability. If he can follow the major general, his subordinates can definitely learn a lot."

The middle-aged officer shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with Yuan Sewei's answer, "Sewei, honestly, do you like Major General Cui Yihan?"

Cui Yihan is a hero of the empire, not only because of his strength, but also because of his handsome face. The middle-aged officer felt that Yuan Sewei suddenly wanted to become a personal soldier of the major general, and that was probably the reason.

It seems that because of this topic, Yuan Sewei stagnated, and her voice was lighter than before: "Major General is a person worthy of Sewei's admiration and following. Sewei wants to be someone who can let the Maj. ."

Outside the door, Cui Yihan stood and listened for a long time, and the woman's words without concealment came into his ears.

With a complicated expression, he turned around and walked out of the office building slowly with undetectable footsteps.

"Qingqing, you can fix the mecha for me."

"Fuck you, Qingqing, that kid has bad intentions, don't fix his broken mecha for him."

"Qing Qing..."

Gu Qingqing shrank back cowardly, and said in a low voice, "I, my skills are not good...you...you can find someone else."

Cui Yihan glanced at it. Three male students were surrounding a girl, and the voice came from that way.

The shadow of the corner shrouded a few people in it, as if it had become a small world.

Looking away indifferently, Cui Yihan no longer pays too much attention. In this world, the weak and the strong, they have not been able to stand up in this military academy. The battlefield is to give the enemy heads.