Chapter 1997 Memories of the Devil Instructor Returns

"..." Mu Yuan became angry, "Can you shut up!"

"Hahahahaha, Captain 1, don't think too much about the instructor. You two... are not suitable. Both are inappropriate. Hahahahaha. You still want to chase him. What on earth are you thinking about?"

Mu Yuan jumped up and was about to hit him. Everyone tried to break up the fight and burst into laughter.

Mu Yuan had a dream at night.

A very touching dream.

In the scorching desert of South America, a vague figure stood in the desert, commanding something. He saw his childish self rushing towards him, holding the man's waist with both hands. Everything in the dream seemed to be magnified, and the man was strong and strong. His muscles were shining in the sun, the lines were smooth and sexy, and they felt great to the touch. He smiled and threw the man down in the desert, using the sky and the earth as his blanket, and took off his training uniform in a few seconds, throwing it away. He went to the side, as excited as a teddy that often humps people, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

So...so touching!

He was filled with excitement.

It was as hot as the high temperature in the South American desert. It wanted to uncover some things in his chest that he had tried hard to hide. He hid them carefully, but he poked at his heart, screaming to burst out.

He turned the person over, jumped on him, and did some indescribable things.

The man suddenly came back to his senses, his blue eyes, thin lips, and sweaty face were sexy and cold, with a bit of ascetic sanctity.

Mu Yuan's whole body trembled, and all his enthusiasm disappeared.

"Teach...instructor..."

He suddenly woke up, his body was sticky, sweat and inexplicable liquid intertwined into a special smell. Mu Yuan swallowed hard, the sound seemed to be amplified several times in the darkness, and his ears were about to burn.

He put his hand into the pants of his training uniform and touched a sticky patch...

Mu Yuan suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself. The clear sound of the slap was particularly harsh in the darkness.

Mu Yuan, are you crazy?

Are you...looking for death?

This was the first time he had experienced such a dream of war and chaos. Mu Yuan was a flower that grew up under the great sunshine of the motherland and among men. He had watched many movies. At the age of fourteen, he was dragged along by several soldiers in the military camp to watch them. He went to a certain country, but he had no dreams after that. This was the first time he had dreamed about it... and had a wet dream. It’s really...fuck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, Mu Yuan, you can go die! ! !

It's so embarrassing.

He got up ten minutes earlier than the training camp, secretly washed his shorts and changed into clean clothes. He tried to get through but ended up in the same group of men. Oh, we understand, Captain 1, don't be shy. It means a lot. There is a little bit of hair in the eyes.

Do you know a little bit more?

The training intensity gradually increased, and the students gradually adapted to the training at West Point. Mu Yuan was also the first to pass the cliff high-altitude horizontal bar event, and successfully walked two rounds without falling again.

The training has passed like this for half a year, and the thirty students have almost settled down. The students also ushered in their first actual training. The thirty teams were divided into six teams, each team has five people, and each team is composed of An experienced special forces soldier serves as the commander-in-chief, and the leader of a small team is the devil instructor Jack Anderson, whom he has not seen for several months.

Mu Yuan, "..."