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Chapter 270 Female supporting role, you are out of the plot
Zimmer froze for a moment, "Are you studying at University A?"

Mo Chen responded casually, "Yes."

Zimmer "..." Okay, excuse me.

He drove the car silently, not wanting to talk to Mo Chen, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating her.

While making the list, Mo Chen didn't forget to ask Zimmer questions.

"Sister-in-law and Yanyan are doing well recently."

"Well, your sister-in-law is recovering well. Yanyan is taking care of her. I went to see her this afternoon. I feel that she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days." Zimmer said slowly, but his eyes were on the road.

Mo Chen nodded, "Go and see my sister-in-law another day."

"Okay." Zimmer agreed.

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The evil military training is still here, and Mo Chen, wearing a military training uniform, walks slowly to the gathering place.

Then, if I don’t know my classmates, should I ask for a leave of absence from training?
"Are you Yuan Mochen's classmate? Our class is here."

Mo Chen nodded towards the visitor, "Thank you."

The boy touched his head, "You're welcome." A little embarrassed.

Mo Chen followed him to the class. Men and women were trained separately, so Mo Chen was naturally assigned to the men's class.

Mo Chen was neither too tall nor too short, so he was placed in the middle.

Stay out of the instructor's sight, that's fine.

Although Mo Chen has practiced, standing in a military posture is really too tiring.

Mo Chen was used to laziness, and she felt a little painful for her to stand upright at this time.

After standing for a while, I felt sore and painful in my shoulders, and my feet were a little numb, emmm, and a little sleepy.

Instructors shuttle in the team, "close your heels together, separate your toes about 60 degrees outward, keep your feet straight, your lower abdomen slightly retracted, and your chest naturally straight...the head must be upright, the neck should be straight, the mouth should be closed, and the jaw should be slightly retracted. , looking straight ahead."

A large string of characters spit out from the instructor's mouth, at least a hundred characters, and Mo Chen could only hear the beginning and the end clearly.

The instructor walked to Mo Chen's side and slapped Mo Chen on the shoulder, which almost made Mo Chen faint.

"Well, it's quite strong. Keep your back straighter, lower your jaw slightly, look straight ahead, and keep your eyes focused." The instructor directed Mo Chen.

Mo Chen "..." He didn't want to listen, and he chanted sutras.

I don't want to move, I want to sleep when I move.

Seeing that Mo Chen didn't listen, the instructor wanted to do it himself, and Mo Chen immediately tightened his jaw.

Mo Chen has an obsession with mental cleanliness. She is afraid that if the instructor touches her chin, she can't help but throw him over her shoulder.

Seeing Mo Chen's chin retracted, the instructor chuckled, "Isn't this acceptable?"

Then start to shuttle through the team like a ghost.

The instructor in their class looks pretty good, with wheat-colored skin, and looks very healthy.

His facial features are also handsome, and the students in the female class sometimes come to secretly look at him.

However, the instructor is as immobile as a mountain.

The time to stand in the military posture is 15 minutes. When the time finally came, the instructor gave an order, and everyone stood still.

The one who just stood stiffly screamed, and took a step, it was so sour.

Mo Chen felt that he was back to the time when he was practicing Taekwondo.

After that, I practice all kinds of things, such as standing still, starting, going forward, straddling, and then taking off my hat, saluting and so on.

However, the instructors are still very humane. When the students are tired from military training, they let them take a break.

Mo Chen lay lazily on the railing of the football goal.

Seeing this, the students next to him twitched their mouths, "You can easily attract the instructor's attention."

"Break time." Who cares whether to pay attention or not.

Continue lounging on the pole, even trying to sleep.

"Is there anyone who can perform talents? Come one." The instructor may feel too bored, or see the students are lifeless, and plan to make them active.

"Talent, do backflips count?" a student said carelessly.

"Forget it." The instructor glanced at him, "One?"

The student hesitated for a moment, stood up completely, and then stood in front of the team. First, he made a run-up, and then two jump-ups. As his feet flew off the ground, his body turned in a circle in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground. on the ground.

"Okay." With a good word, applause rang out.

"Is there anything else?" The instructor glanced at the crowd.

The students bowed their heads inside, and the instructor caught a glimpse of Mo Chen lying on the railing.

Although it is a bit pleasing to the eye, but, lazily, it looks like, "Well, let the classmate who is lying on the railing come one."

Mo Chen felt countless eyes looking at him, opened his eyes and looked, I might be dreaming, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Everyone "..."

Instructor "..."

"It's the one who just opened his eyes and got down on the ground."

When Mo Chen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, he opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and said lazily, "I won't."

The instructor stood up and walked around Mo Chen a few times, "Stand at attention."

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, but he did it anyway.

"I thought you didn't have bones, but it turns out you do. Well, if you don't have talent, go down."

Mo Chen silently returned to his position and continued to sleep.

"Well, I'll find classmate Yuan Mochen." A pleasant voice sounded, and everyone in the class went.

A girl with big waves is wearing a knee-length dress.

With light makeup and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone's voice: Wow, big beauty.

The instructor was stunned for a moment, "Who is Yuan Mochen? Your girlfriend is looking for you."

Mo Chen "..."

He glanced at Lu Miaomiao who was being girlfriend.

Lu Miaomiao coughed, a little embarrassed, but didn't explain much.

Pulling the sluggish Mo Chen aside, "Chenzi, um, Dean Ming asked me to ask you to consider a second degree." Some couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Chen rolled his eyes, "No, trouble."

Lu Miaomiao didn't care so much, and directly put a piece of paper into Mo Chen's hand, "President Ming's call, you can solve it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, when he suddenly thought of something, "I have a competition these few days, and I may not come back until after the military training is almost over. Take care of yourself, Jin Zi seems to be back, you need to find him."

Mo Chen nodded lazily, "Understood, I wish the game well."

"Okay, bye." He waved his hand and left.

Mo Chen returned to the team slowly, ignored the gossiping eyes of his classmates, and continued to lie on the railing.

Until the whistle sounded, the rest time was over, and a new round of training began.

Half a month of military training, whether it is fast or slow, will end in a blink of an eye.

Except for the instructor who was specifically against Mo Chen, he seemed to have his eye on Mo Chen, and would drag Mo Chen out to show off every day.

"Chenzi."

Hearing a familiar voice, Mo Chen turned around, "Well, sister Miaomiao, why are you here?"

Lu Miaomiao handed the milk tea in his hand to Mo Chen, and then looked curious, "Did you quarrel with the boss again? The boss suspects that you blocked him."

Mo Chen "..." If you don't say it, I'll almost forget about it.

He took a sip of the milk tea in Lu Miaomiao's hand, "It may be that the newly built defense system rejects his IP. I'll check it when I go back."

Without blushing, she lied without heartbeat.

However, Lu Miaomiao believed it.

Nodding his head, he seemed to think of something, "When will you finish your military training? Has Jin Zi visited you these days?"

(End of this chapter)