Chapter 790: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Fifty-Three)

Having said that, think about it carefully.

Maybe they are only limited to being considerate of an outstanding member like Feng Ling, and they don't want him to be pushed too hard, but they still hope that Feng Ling's future road will be easier.

But now I suddenly discovered that Boss Li's considerations are the most comprehensive. At least Feng Ling will not have anything against him except that he is indeed too burdened. But if there is really any special treatment, Many things are no longer so simple.

"If we really talk about caring and understanding for this sixteen-year-old boy, the best way for me to take care of him is to train her to be the most qualified and excellent long-range sniper. He will do what others can do. Others As far as he can go in the face of danger, he can only do better than others."

Feng Ling stood on the first floor, leaning against the wall, holding his breath all the time, without making any movement.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that Li Nanheng is the person in charge of the entire XI base, and he has responsibilities that others can't imagine. He is strict, but at the same time, he must also take care of every member and everyone In the face of life and death every time a mission is dispatched, all the current training is the life-saving talisman of the members of the XI base.

If the ability is not qualified, you will not be eligible to participate in more tasks and actions in the future.

Feng Ling would not feel that he was special because of his young age and the fact that he was disguised as a man.

And Boss Li obviously didn't want to waste a talented person.

Before Han Jin left, he answered the phone first, because the direction he was going to was on the other side, so he simply walked through the corridor and went downstairs to the safe passage at the end of the corridor on the other side, without passing by this side.

Nan Heng stayed in place for a while, remembered something, turned around and walked down, but just two steps down, he suddenly saw a person standing at the bottom of a few steps leaning against the wall.

Feng Ling's clothes were still wet, and she had really sweated a lot since the afternoon, and there were fine strands of sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, but at the moment she didn't feel how tired she was, nor did she feel that she was with her. What is different about others, even if he knows that he looks embarrassed, but he is right, everyone does not know where their physical limit is, and if they can exceed one point, they will have an extra chance to protect themselves.

She looked at him fixedly, and there seemed to be light in her eyes in the corridor lit up by the automatic sensor lights after nine o'clock at night.

Nan Heng paused, and suddenly stopped, the air in the corridor seemed to freeze at this moment.

He looked down at the exhausted teenager leaning there.

All the tit-for-tat and indifference in the past three years since Feng Ling entered the base seems to have turned into the most silent encouragement and trust at this moment, more like a pair of hands with endless driving force, silently pushing her Forward.

Feng Ling found that all his defense and dislike for Li Nanheng turned into gratitude and trust in an instant.

Nan Heng ignored the burning gaze in her eyes, and asked coldly: "Who taught you to eavesdrop?"

"I didn't eavesdrop. Boss, you let us live here now. Ah K and the others went to eat. I'm not very hungry. After training, I want to come back to take a shower and rest early. Who knew I met you and me here. Instructor Han was talking, I was afraid to disturb you, so I didn't dare to make a sound when I stood here—"

"Since you know we are talking, don't you know how to avoid it as soon as possible? This is the politeness you should have, don't you understand?" Nan Heng still had a cold expression, and his attitude was even aggressive, making it hard to see any warmth.

Feng Ling paused, then raised his hand to brush away the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Anyway, she doesn't feel that he is stabbing her with the thorn in his words now. After hearing the conversation between him and Instructor Han just now, Feng Ling is no longer afraid of his cold mask.

She stood under the steps in a crowd, and suddenly smiled at him: "Boss, thank you for not thinking that I am different from others because of my age and physical fitness, thank you for allowing me to train with other brothers equally." , and thank you for giving me this opportunity."

While speaking, the boy showed a sincere smile that he had never seen in more than two years, and looked at the man standing on a few steps against the light behind him.

The boy's eyes were clear and bright.

Nanheng's heartbeat suddenly stagnated.

Ever since Feng Ling came to remember, the two of them never seemed to have had a good conversation, either his words were aimed at her everywhere, or she was cold and rejected people thousands of miles away.

The smile of the clean, delicate and beautiful young man was like a gentle breeze blowing across his heart.

Nan Heng walked down silently, didn't say a single word because of her words, and didn't reply. When passing by her, he turned his head slightly and looked at her for a moment.

"Do you know how embarrassed you are now?"

He lightly threw out words that were not warm, and left.

Feng Ling: "..."

She looked down at her dirty clothes and messy neckline during training, and then lowered her head to smell the sweat on her body. Even if she didn't sweat as much as others, the sweat that had accumulated throughout the afternoon Not a lot, and it doesn't smell good after all.

But she really thanked Boss Li for his sentence of "equal treatment" from the bottom of her heart.

Feng Ling turned around and said to his back: "Boss, I'm serious. It doesn't matter how you train us in the base in the future. If I say I'm tired or complain, I'll take your surname." !"

Li Nanheng didn't stop, and his tone was cold: "My surname? The people in this world who can have my surname are either my children or my wife."

Speaking of this, the man glanced back at her indifferently: "I look like someone who has a son as old as you?"

Feng Ling: "..."

Nan Heng was just about to say the next sentence, but seeing the young man's appearance of not comprehending the meaning of his words at all, he instantly felt that he was out of his mind when he said those words to a man just now.

If you don't want to be a son, do you want to be a wife?

Return him. Mom is a man?

Seeing Feng Ling's ignorant and obviously resistant to the words "son and wife", Nan Heng's expression became even colder.

Feng Ling didn't understand the boss's sensitive and very unhappy heart at the moment. He originally wanted to express his sincerity of wanting to work hard, and also wanted to make the somewhat rigid relationship with the boss peaceful, at least not always It's like this.

So she quickly followed the man when he turned away with a cold face.

Walking all the way back to the training ground just now to get the gun that was left there, the young man behind him couldn't shake it off like a little tail.

"Boss, if you want to strengthen the training, I can also get up early in the morning to receive training. As long as the boss gives an order, I can arrive at any time."