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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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"Beep—beep—beep—"

The piercing whistle echoed throughout the entire second company's dormitory, startling the warriors from their slumber.

Full gear, emergency assembly!

Mo Shangjun stood on the open ground waiting, checking her timer while continuing to blow the whistle.

After a full half minute of blowing, she put the whistle back in her pocket.

The emergency assembly in full gear at night had a time limit of five minutes.

Mo Shangjun waited unhurriedly.

The warriors arrived one after another, in such a rush that many were disheveled, but most managed to arrive in about three minutes, neatly dressed, forming lines in front of her.

After five minutes, the three platoon leaders reported the numbers; everyone was present, with no one late.

Yet, in Mo Shangjun's eyes, it was not very satisfactory.

Each of them looked spirited enough, and their speeds were within the acceptable range, but no matter how she saw it, they were far behind the first company.