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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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191. Mo Shangjun leads by example [16 more updates]_1

Having slept for less than two hours, Mo Shangjun woke up on time.

Although the sleep was seriously insufficient, training awaited her in the morning. Mo Shangjun got up without a second's delay, quickly got ready, and left the dormitory.

Ji Ruonan followed closely behind her.

Soon, Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu also left, joining them on their way to the training ground.

Today's morning training was led by Mo Shangjun, but the exercises had changed significantly from the last time.

Those who had followed her for three morning training sessions had a good understanding of Mo Shangjun's methods—there was only ever increasing cruelty, never a maximum level of it.

All the training consisted only of increases from one session to the next, she wouldn't even maintain the same level of intensity as before.

The end result was almost a given—