Fruit Store's Bottle

This is a hot-blooded story.
This is a story of growth.
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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.
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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?
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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
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[The Chapter of Passion]
"Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier."
——What is your belief?
——You.

How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

She mentioned Gu Rong's injury recovery period.


Lang Yan immediately thought of the assessment in March and... the training camp in April.


Gu Rong was their unit's Sharpshooter, and based on his abilities, he was fully capable of participating in the April training camp; if something were to happen at this time...


"The most important thing is his recovery; as for the assessment and the training camp, if they are delayed, then they are delayed, there's no helping it," Lang Yan said, "I'll go over later and do some ideological work with him."


In his words, there was no hint of blaming Mo Shangjun.


"Hmm." Mo Shangjun said softly, "What about the instructor?"


"The truth." Mo Shangjun's tone grew heavier.


"The instructor has quite a temper, you know, a Sharpshooter... is quite rare, and he was really looking forward to Gu Rong making a name for himself in the assessment at the end of the month."


Mo Shangjun expressed her understanding.


133. Don't fill disappointment with guilt_3