Chapter 643: Can you pick me up

Chapter 643 can you pick me up
Seeing that Zhao Long hadn't spoken for a long time, Luo Fang stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, "What's wrong, Instructor Zhao, you look like a ghost, is there anything on my face?"
Zhao Long's heart jumped wildly, and finally calmed down after a while, his hands hanging beside him were sweaty.
Luo Fang is actually looking at him!
What kind of eyes did Wei Zhenhui look in, so far away he could see clearly? I really convinced him.
Fortunately, Wei Zhenhui has already gone far. If he is here, he might be ridiculed in the future! He was fed up with this poisonous tongue.
He looked up at the back of Wei Zhenhui and Su Mian away. Just about to withdraw his gaze, Wei Zhenhui seemed to know, and reached out his hand to make a gesture of goodbye to him.
I go!
Zhao Long was really not calm now. Although he received a heavy blow from Luo Fang just now, it was not fatal.
Wei Zhenhui's wave of his hand was like tearing away the disguise of Zhao Long's body, and he almost couldn't stand firm.
It's also the blame that he just happened to stand on the ridge beside the shooting range, so he fell off all at once.
Luo Fang hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Instructor Zhao, are you dizzy? Why do you think you are about to fall?" After that, he reached out and touched Zhao Long's forehead, and then touched his own.
Zhao Long gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Luo Fang's warm little hand just made him feel like an electric shock.
"I, I'm okay." After a while, Zhao Long finally found his own voice, but somewhere in his heart, a pool of water that was originally calm, seemed to have been blown by a hurricane and could no longer be calm.
Luo Fang touched his face, he was really not disgusted!
"Is it okay?" It's rare for Luo Fang to care about someone so seriously. "Your complexion looks so bad and your cheeks are red. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Luo Fang also knows that professional soldiers like them, who have been intensively trained all the year round, can hardly get sick. She has never heard of a sneeze from their commander Luo at home.
Zhao Long quickly concealed a bit of unnaturalness, pretending to be calm and honest, "What can I do? Is it because I am not here, what have you caused?"
Luo Fang has a good time, you are only causing trouble with me. I don't bother to talk to Cao Wei when you are not here.
"No, how come? The shooting competition will start as soon as class starts today. You watched the whole process!" Luo Fang opened his eyes openly and said seriously.
In fact, she likes to find fault with Zhao Long, she just likes to play against him.
"Instructor Zhao, can I ask you something?" Luo Fang actually twisted.
"Say."
"That's, that, if they train, can they put me on?"
"You came to see me, you just want to ask this?" Zhao Long was shocked just now, and now he is disappointed, thinking that this girl came to look for him.
Luo Fang pouted and nodded, "Otherwise? Instructor Zhao, you don't think I came here to tell you that I laughed with you!"
Zhao Long:...
"No, special forces training must be kept secret."
"I don't believe it, why are the 20 special forces training with us!"
Zhao Long has returned to his former high-cold appearance. He really lost his share today. He was actually picked up by a little girl. "The training period of the recruits is confidential. If you want to join the special forces, you should work hard and strive to join next year. ."
Jiang Yi looked at the two people embracing each other, turned around silently, and there was another tingling in his chest. This was the third time this month.
Recently, the onset of illness seems to be more and more frequent, but the Huo Jingrun Research Institute has never revealed his progress.
Maybe he is really hopeless!
(End of this chapter)