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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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Before dinner, the second platoon used boiled water instead of liquor to collectively toast to her.

Even the instructor treated Mo Shangjun differently, sitting with her at the table and being very polite throughout.

The instructor had not expected that Mo Shangjun could truly lead the second platoon to first place.

Similarly, he had not expected that Mo Shangjun would calmly accept all "treatments."

He sincerely respected Mo Shangjun.

Mo Shangjun did not like such celebratory occasions, but this time, she did not leave early, patiently accompanying them through the entire meal and even listening to them discuss the faces of the first and third platoons when they boasted with the pennant.

For the first platoon, coming first was routine.

For the second platoon, first place was an unparalleled honor.

Mo Shangjun could not empathize with their excitement, but she could understand their emotions.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.