Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 791 - The Story of Ling and Heng

Chapter 791: The Story of Ling and Heng (54)

There should be a supervisor in intensive training, and it was certainly impossible for Qiao Fei to supervise him alone.

Feng Ling could stay up for training, but he needed to sleep.

Did he think he could get special treatment?

“Boss, if you want me to continue training, I can do a hundred push-ups immediately!”

So? It was already nine-thirty in the evening. He had supervised the five people here all afternoon. Would he still have to supervise him to train now?

“And Boss, if you need, I can knock on your door at any time. I’m on call at all times!”

Nanheng walked in front, ignoring her. Feng Ling kept following him and trying to express her feelings and all the words she wanted to say. She had lived for so many years, and it was the first time she talked so much. She really wanted to appreciate him for his kindness to her. She didn’t want to be on bad terms with him, nor did she want to be picked on by this iceberg-like man anymore.

Just as Feng Ling followed him a few steps forward, Nanheng stopped suddenly.

He stopped so abruptly that Feng Ling who had been following him closely didn’t expect it and bumped into his back. She hurriedly took a step back and Nanheng had already turned around to look at her.

“Feng Ling.” The man looked at her.

“Yes.”

“Do you see the words ‘your personal drillmaster’ on my face?”

“...”

Nanheng pointed to himself. “Your training is the matter of the sniper team. I’ll inform you of any arrangements on time. I am not your personal nanny or your personal drillmaster.”

“...”

“When I want to practice, I don’t care about you doing a thousand push-ups here. Don’t pull me, I don’t really want to see, understand?”

“...”

Feng Ling felt that Boss might have misunderstood something or maybe she didn’t express her meaning clearly.

“But Boss, what if some of my actions are not standard in training...”

“If your actions are not standard, practice them again the next day. Arm strength training is the first and the most important step in sniper training. Give it a second thought whether you want to waste your energy practicing here alone blindly or wait to practice with others on time tomorrow afternoon.”

“...”

Only a fool would choose to do a thousand push-ups here.

...

Feng Ling followed Nanheng all the way to the base canteen.

She usually came here at dinner time and rarely came here at such a late hour. To her surprise, although it was late, there were actually a lot of people in the canteen.

Nanheng stopped in front of the canteen. “When will you stop following me?”

Feng Ling answered, “I’m not following you. K and other brothers are all here. I came here because I want to go back with them together.”

Then Feng Ling felt that since she wanted to mend fences with Boss, she should show him some kindness, so she asked him, “Boss, did you come here to have midnight snack? How about eating with me?”

“Why should I eat with you?”

“Because we live on the same floor, we can go back together after eating,” Feng Ling said simply as if this was perfectly normal.

Nanheng glanced at her. “That’s not a reason, but your skin is thicker than the city walls indeed.”

With that, he left with a cold face.

Feng Ling didn’t follow him anymore, because he was exuding the air of “staying away from me.” She passed through the noisy crowd and walked towards the old members of Team One sitting inside.

For the first time, she swallowed her pride to mend fences with Boss, but Boss Li seemed very upset with it.

Why was he upset?

Just because she heard his conversation with Han Jin on the first floor just now?

——

A week later.

At 2:10 p.m., the sun was scorching. The five people of the sniper team were doing pull-ups on the training ground.

They had to do 50 pull-ups at one go. Only after that could they learn more about long guns on the shooting training field. At present, they hadn’t had a chance to touch the sniper rifle. According to Boss Li and Assistant Drillmaster Qiao Fei, they would only be qualified to touch a real long-range sniper rifle after being thoroughly familiar with long guns.

Tam, who was closest to Feng Ling, counted, “Five, six, seven, ten, eighteen, twenty-six, twenty-seven...”

Li Nanheng was quite far away from them, but he seemed to be able to hear them. He suddenly turned his head, walked to Tam, and said casually, “Count one to fifty again.”

Tam had sweat on his forehead. At the moment, he even burst into a cold sweat. He pretended not to understand him and asked, “What’s wrong... Boss...”

“I think you’re good at counting, so just read them out loud for everyone to listen to.”

“...” Tam was embarrassed. “Well, Boss, sorry...”

Tam was stunned. If Qiao Fei found he was slacking off, he would just scold him and make him redo fifty pull-ups, but being found out by Boss Li, he felt his hair all stood on end.

“Why did you say sorry?”

“I’ll redo the pull-ups!”

“It’s too late.” Nanheng said coldly, “Come down.”

Tam: “...” He didn’t dare to resist at all, so he jumped off the horizontal bar and looked at Li Nanheng timidly.

“Do a hundred frog jumps in place,” Nanheng said indifferently.

Tam: “... Boss, I know I was wrong...”

“What are you waiting for? ”

“Well... a hundred, it’s just too...”

“Two hundred.”

“Boss, I’ll never dare again—”

“Three hundred.”

“...”

Tam didn’t dare to speak anymore. He squatted down crestfallen, holding his head and jumping.

The three other members laughed out loud and even Feng Ling couldn’t help but smile.

She had felt Tam didn’t count right but didn’t realize that he was slacking off.

The fatigue level of doing ten frog jumps was about the same as that of fifty pull-ups. This one hundred frog jumps was meant to teach him a lesson. This time, at least he would remember the lesson. Otherwise, if he did it again and was kicked out of the sniper team by Boss in anger, that would be a real loss for him.

After the afternoon training, because it was a weekend today, the training could end two hours earlier than usual. When it was 4:00 p.m., many old members who were allowed to go out of the base would hang out in the business street five kilometers away from the base.

Feng Ling’s cell phone was accidentally dropped into water during a mission two months ago. Although it still worked, it operated more slowly. She didn’t plan to change it, but Han Jin had told Nanheng about it.

After leaving the training camp, Nanheng went to Team One to give them some instructions and returned to the training camp of the sniper team. He was about to ask Feng Ling to go out with him. When he walked in, he saw Feng Ling and Qiao Fei talking. The sun was shining through the shading tent outside the training camp and the fine golden light fell on the clean and delicate side face of the boy.

Nanheng walked over expressionless with a car key in his hand and said coldly towards Feng Ling: “Come out with me.”