I can't be angry with you at the same table

Chapter 143 Time Flies (For Subscription)
Mo Ran had a fulfilling day, but three important people were missing. Grandpa was recovering, Liangqian was abroad, and the captain died.

Sitting on the bed, Mo Ran thought of Liangqian accompanying her to celebrate her 16th birthday, and Mo Ran smiled.

I am 21 this year, and my system seems to be dead. Last year, when I was 20, there was no response. This year is also the same.

Except for the various blessings I got at the beginning, there are no more. I thought I could use the hang-up point to exchange for some good things. At least it could cure my grandfather's illness and improve my chances of survival. Only in this way can I give Liangqian happiness.

But the system didn't respond for a long time, and Mo Ran couldn't guarantee that he would come back alive every time.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ran lay on the bed, the Chinese New Year is coming soon...

Calculating the time, Liangqian should be a sophomore this year, a junior next year, and a senior the year after. Will she come back?Or do you mean that you will not come back and stay abroad for development?

It doesn't matter if you don't come back, I can't give her happiness.

At this moment, the phone on Mo Ran's desk rang!
Mo Ran frowned, and quickly got up to answer the phone!
"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Ran rushed out of the tent and shouted, "Assemble!"

Urgent mission is here again!

Three years later.

Moran has performed a total of 41 missions in the past three years, with a [-]% completion rate, and did not lose Yan Luo's team's face.

No one in the team was missing an arm or a leg, and Mo Ran came back with injuries every time, but no matter how serious the injury was, the recovery speed was extremely fast, and the next day he looked like a normal person.

In the past three years, when Mo Ran has free time, he will go to see his grandfather. His condition has improved a bit, and it will not be like before. There are mainly many old grandfathers here, chatting and playing cards.

Today is Mo Ran's birthday again, his 24th birthday, and now Mo Ran has transformed into a man, not a boy who just joined the army.

But today, Mo Ran was not in the camp, but went to the military area to find his superiors.

"Mo Ran, your request is very difficult." The man sitting behind the desk laughed softly, looking at Mo Ran as if he was looking at a baby, thinking that Lao Yan was indeed pressing for the right treasure.

"I think my request is reasonable. The vice-captain of our team, Comrade Jia Zhengjing, is 31 years old, and his personal problems have not been resolved. There are other comrades who are all 35-40. Our team is open all year round. Is it possible to let them be [-] years old? Only to solve personal problems?" Mo Ran was thinking about this problem these days.

The captain died that year and didn't even have a girlfriend.

"Can you give them a vacation?"

Mo Ran was taken aback after hearing this: "Can I still have a holiday???"

"Yeah, didn't Zhao Xing tell you?"

"No." Mo Ran was stunned. It was the first time he heard that he could still have a holiday. The deputy team had never mentioned such a thing as a holiday.

The man smiled helplessly: "When there is no task, you have the right to take a vacation."

"Then what if there is a mission?" Mo Ran asked doubtfully.

"Come back."

"Then what if there is an urgent task?"

"Aren't there other people? Are you all on vacation?"

Mo Ran was speechless: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"You didn't ask earlier."

Moran: "..."

"I'm going back."

"Wait, wait, what's the rush, I have something to tell you."

Mo Ran turned around and stood at attention: "Please give instructions, Chief."

"Tsk, why are you so angry, call me big brother."

Moran: "..."

"Don't dare."

"You boy, don't be shy, let's talk about business with you."

"What's the matter?" Moran asked helplessly.

"The situation is like this. If you want to set up a reserve team, you can't do it. The Yan Luo team has rules, but considering that Song Ming and the others are already 35, it's time to recruit some new people."

"Is it like I was before?"

"Almost, the replacement of old and new is also a normal thing in your team. I hope you can support it."

"Of course I support it." Mo Ran agreed without saying a word.

The man nodded in satisfaction: "That's good, I'll send someone to you in a few days."

"I have a request too."

"You brat, you're putting on airs with me." The man stared.

"Brother Ping, you bullied me first."

Ping Hai was slightly taken aback, raised his hands and said with a smile: "Do you want to choose someone yourself?"

"Of course, since I lead the team, I have to pick it myself."

"Okay, I will satisfy you with this request." Ping Hai thought for a while, and agreed to Mo Ran's request.

"Thank you, chief! I'll go back and make preparations first!"

"Wait, your house has been demolished. I don't think there is anything valuable in your house. There is only one computer. I got it back for you."

Moran paused and asked curiously, "How much did it cost?"

"Captain Moran, why are you so vulgar, money is the lord of all evil."

"Then please the Lord of All Evils to devour me."

Ping Hai rolled his eyes: "I don't know how much it was demolished, but Lao Yan took it all."

"You two are divided, right?" Mo Ran narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Captain Moran, you are going too far! Anyway, I am also your leader!"

Mo Ran stood up straight with a snap: "Goodbye, Chief." After speaking, he left the office.

Ping Hai shook his head helplessly, this was even more difficult than Zhao Xing back then.

Came to the tarmac and boarded the helicopter.

"Little Boss, someone moved this here just now, what do you mean?" Bi Yuntao pointed to the computer behind.

Mo Ran glanced at his computer, did he really buy this computer?Or did Qianqian give it to herself?

"It was used before, let's go, go back."

"Okay, little boss, what are you talking about here?"

"Old Tao, can we have a vacation?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"You didn't even ask."

"Fuck." Mo Ran couldn't help but swear.

Back at the camp, Mo Ran called everyone over for a meeting.

"Have you trained newcomers so quickly?" Jia Zheng whispered when he hit a hole-in-one.

Mo Ran took the cue and took a look: "Well, people will come in a few days and ask to choose three."

Hear to choose three.

Yang Wei, Song Ming, and Pang Guang frowned, obviously knowing that the three selected were to replace themselves.

But in a few years, I will reach my age, and I will leave the front line.

"It's been a long time since I trained newcomers. I remember the last time I trained newcomers. It was you, the little boss." Pang Guang was gearing up. When there was no task, it seemed that only training newcomers was interesting.

Moran paused, time flies, it has been six years since he came to the army.

As if it happened yesterday, I stood in the heavy rain and fell unconscious.

"Think of a special way to abuse the elite among these elites." Mo Ran teased.

Yang Wei stood up and twisted his neck: "My fist is so hungry..."

Seeing that everyone seems to be interested, Mo Ran asked curiously, "Does any of you want to take a vacation?"

(End of this chapter)