Sienna led Rory out after Ted had left.

"Mommy, are you avoiding Teacher Wan?" Rory brings up whatever he doesn't open.

"About right, you are not allowed to guess." Sienna reminded the child and walked up to Dahlia: "Auntie, what should I do? Who knows Rory's teacher will be him."

"It's not good that he knows Rory is your child, and then we Rory can be the king of the class."

"But --"

Sienna began to tangle and recall her high school experiences as if they happened just yesterday.

Dahlia got up and walked over, and when she came back, she had an extra envelope in her hand.

"What is it?"

'Good news!' Dahlia spoke with an ambiguous look: "How nice it would be if you could continue to live and fly with your Tyrone!"

Sienna quickly opened the envelope, and the notice inside made her cheer with joy.

Rory pouted and said, "Sienna, keep a low profile. You taught me that, got it?"

Sienna picked up her son and turned him around three times, saying, "Son, Mommy is so happy that all the efforts of the past six months have not been in vain!"

She can't wait to see the expression on Tyrone's face, ha ha!

Training new recruits, especially special forces, is a test for everyone, a test of life and death, to stay or be eliminated, and the final decision is in Tyrone's hands.

Because this is a difficult task, no one can take it lightly, especially when dealing with female soldiers around twenty years old, this feeling is even stronger.

Tyrone was honored to be the instructor of thirty female soldiers for a period of three months.

At the beginning, Tyrone had also reported to the higher-ups that he did not want to take on such a hard and arduous job, but because the leaders valued his ruthlessness, he had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

A group of female soldiers who have just emerged from the ranks of new recruits, with dreams of special forces in their hearts, come here resolutely, and are all pleasantly surprised by the extremely handsome instructors.

They forgot about the upcoming harsh training and thought they had come to admire the handsome man, and even a glance from him would make them feel their hearts flutter.

Mira is one of them!

She is twenty and has just finished her new recruit training. Her fair skin has been tanned to a bronze color, but she feels it's worth it. As long as she can join the special forces, it's fulfilling a lifelong dream.

Of course, it would be great to have a soldier brother as a husband. One of the main reasons is that it is said that soldier brother is extremely capable in that field.

"What are you laughing at? No laughing! ' "Since you are in such good spirits, walk around the playground twenty times first!" Tyrone had a serious look on his face at a group of female soldiers who were laughing like crazy girls.

One circle of the playground is five hundred meters, twenty circles is ten thousand meters, which is a piece of cake for a special forces soldier, but this group of women are a different matter.

As soon as he finished speaking, what was heard was indeed a chorus of wails, and no one moved first.

"All right, do you think ten thousand meters is too little? Then add ten more laps!

"Tyrone's cool tone.

At last the thirty female soldiers began to run, none of them dared to make a sound easily. Under the scorching sun, the female soldiers lined up in two rows and kept running forward at a leisurely pace.

But there was always a female soldier who would look at the instructor, and the uniform was so enchanting that it was not worth his life.

Suddenly, someone fell down and knocked his knee.

Tyrone walked over and asked, "Can you still stand up?"

Mira sat on the ground, holding her knee, and said, "Thanks for the instructor's concern, this wound should not be a problem. Just rest for a while --"

Her words were interrupted by Tyrone: "Since it's not in the way, then keep running. Get up and catch up!" Seeing her still fidgeting on the ground, he said, "Mira, you want to rest, don't you?"

'Um.' Mira looked up and met his handsome eyebrows: "Instructor, my knee really hurts. Let me rest for ten minutes, okay?"

"Yes." "Take a five-minute break first, look back at fifteen thousand meters, not one meter less!" Tyrone said, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Mira made a fool of himself, got up and ran, and in the blink of an eye, caught up with the veterans in front of him, and continued his training lap after lap.

Linda ran beside Mira and whispered, "You're really doing your own thing. You're just here, you're so embarrassed, aren't you?"

She was tall and had long legs, so she ran without much effort, had good physical fitness and was very confident in herself.

"What do you know so that the instructor will remember me?"

"All right, show off and let you run 20,000 meters later." Linda quipped.

Mira said as she ran, "As long as he's with me, I don't care. I just like cold and cool men. He's my type!"

The people in front and behind laughed and looked down upon it.

Tyrone stared a few times, and when he heard Fred calling him, he walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Fred's left hand was bandaged with gauze and looked rather pitiful.

"It was scratched while repairing the car." Fred didn't feel any pain and said with a grin, "Colonel Tyrone, guess who I saw?"

"No need to guess, just say whatever you want, I have no time to play with you." He had a serious look.

"Hey, I don't want to know. I'll go report it as a work-related injury first and talk later."

Tyrone went with him, his gaze turned back to the thirty female soldiers, and by chance he saw someone faint, and he ran over.

As it was the final lap, some of them had already finished running, and when they saw someone fall to the ground, they gathered around.

Tyrone first confirmed that she wasn't feigning illness, then looked at her eyelids and her breath was still okay.

"Instructor, what's wrong with her?" "Mira asked.

"Those of you who have run, take her to the infirmary first." "Over there, those who haven't finished, keep running." Tyrone pointed casually.

That's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the instructor's strictness.

Less than half an hour later, Tyrone received a call from the infirmary saying there was something to report.

He didn't know what had happened, the only thing he could be sure of was that it must have been related to the female soldier he had just seen, and he turned and headed towards the infirmary.

From a distance, Sienna saw Tyrone approaching, dressed in olive green, tall and straight, always able to capture all her gaze, as if a single movement could intoxicate her.

Tyrone was shocked when he saw Sienna.

"Why are you here?"

Sienna was very dissatisfied with his tone and deliberately said, "Why can't I be here?" I'm a rookie who has just reported for duty today. Please take care of me, Colonel Tyrone!"

Tyrone did not speak, but looked at her suspiciously, his mind full of speculation.

At this moment, David, the chief of the military medical department, came forward and said, "Colonel Tyrone, you've come just in time."

"David, what do you want me for?"

While Tyrone was speaking, his eyes were still fixed on Sienna, always feeling that she had ulterior motives.

And Sienna turned back with a look, as if she had nothing to fear.