Many female students are focused on the handsome and manly coach in their class, but Ms. Zhang is the only one who cares about Cao Ying and Han.
"Count!" the coach suddenly shouted.
Zhang Mofei was startled. She turned around and glared at the handsome coach facing them, almost scolding her, "You're a ghost."
Fortunately, he braked in time to stop the curse.
On the first day of training, many female students were exhausted and fell down before the group was dismissed.
But even if you fall down today, you still have to train tomorrow.
The coach gave enough time to prepare on the first day, but it was different the next day. The whistle kept blowing and it was time to gather immediately.
First go to the playground to report the count, and then stand at attention for an hour. This makes many people intolerable. They cannot understand that military training is just military training, why should they be punished by standing still, but the coach is the boss, so you have to stand when asked to do so.
There were not many boys in Zhang Mofei's class, most of them were girls, and there was a lot of shouting during the break.
But Zhang Mofei was different. She had been looking forward to this short break from the beginning because she could talk to Pei Mochen.
"Yangyang, are you tired?" Zhang Mofei reached out and handed a bottle of ice water to Pei Mochen.
Pei Mochen looked up at Zhang Mofei. Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp. Her long hair was still tied up in a high bun. The few strands of hair on her forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to her head and face.
His dark eyes were rippling. He twisted the ice water with his hand and handed it back to Zhang Mofei. Then he took the unopened water in her other hand and opened it before opening his mouth to drink.
"Your face is so red from the sun." Zhang Mofei used a tissue to wipe the sweat from Pei Mochen's forehead without anyone else, her movements were very gentle, her long eyelashes flickered, and her eyes were distressed.
Pei Mochen looked at Zhang Mofei, the expression on his face gradually softened, "Go back quickly, your coach will call for assembly soon."
Zhang Mofei and the others rested first, while Pei Mochen and the others had just rested.
The two people's intimate behavior made them envious of the girls who deliberately sat close to Pei Mochen.
With Pei Mochen's handsome face, it is certain that many girls will fall in love with him at first sight. Whether his grades are good or not is no longer a problem.
Returning to the apartment after dinner, Liu Qianqian entered Zhang Mofei's room wailing, and lay limply on Zhang Mofei's bed.
"Zhang Mofei, how can I escape this month and a half of military training? It's only been three days and I'm about to die."
"It's probably impossible to escape. Just hold on." Zhang Mofei was also tired. Although she had practiced Taekwondo since she was a child, she had never been so exposed to the scorching sun.
My originally fair skin turned dark and red after being exposed to the sun for three days. When I took a shower, my neck and face looked like a black person and a white person compared to the color of my body.
"Zhang Mofei, does your husband feel distressed when you have such a tan?"
Liu Qianqian spent a few days with Zhang Mofei, and Zhang Mofei directly introduced Pei Mochen to her as her husband.
Zhang Mofei ate the shaved ice she bought, pouted her pink lips, and said, "He himself is tanned like that. His skin is so tender. I wonder if it hurts to take a shower at night."
Liu Qianqian "..."
She really felt that Zhang Mofei was a 'man' who couldn't take care of himself and still cared about men. How could there be such a happy man as Pei Mochen in the world?
Zhang Mofei glanced at the strawberry shaved ice in his hand, put the spoon in his mouth, hesitated for a long time, then stood up and closed the lid of the shaved ice cup.
Liu Qianqian hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
