In order to get the "plan to make three consecutive defeats" from Mo Shangyun, Lang Yan paid a certain price.
Fortunately, Mo Shangyun thought of friendship, and the price he paid was not large.
1. Pack her three meals for three days and bring it back to the office from the cafeteria on time in the morning, noon and evening.
2. The housework that covers her for three days must strictly conform to the scoring standards for housekeeping.
3. Her injuries are not allowed to be disclosed to Erlian.
Lang Yan agreed to the first two. As for the last one, Lang Yan said it was good, but she couldn't stop muttering in her heart. She didn't tell him the real injury, and there was no way to reveal it.
"Then, I am now..."
Lang Yan hinted at Mo Shangyun, unable to hold back the urgency in his eyes.
"breakfast."
"...Okay." Lang Yan responded hesitantly.
Well, it's not breakfast time yet.
Mo Shangjun glanced at him and spit out two words, "Right now."
Lang Yan touched his nose, "The cooking class... maybe..."
Mo Shangyun didn't speak, just looked at him lightly.
After a pause, Lang Yan could be considered to have reacted, realizing that she might not have eaten dinner, so she made a decision, "Well, it's just the few of us anyway, the time doesn't need to be so accurate, for breakfast, it's too early to finish eating. "
Mo Shangjun gave him a look, and the corner of his lips hooked slightly, but he didn't speak.
However, Lang Yan felt that she was quite satisfied with this answer.
"By the way," Lang Yan suddenly stopped her when she saw that she was about to turn around, "your phone has been ringing many times since last night, so you should be in a hurry."
The mobile phone was placed in the drawer of Mo Shangyun's desk, silent, but the phone vibrated as soon as it rang. He stayed in the office for an afternoon and heard a lot of buzzing noises. He hesitated again and again, and finally when he planned to answer, No more calls from there.
So, quit.
Now, by the way, I remind Mo Shangyun.
"understood."
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun responded.
Turn around and go straight upstairs.
After all, she was a lesbian, or a lesbian who was injured and made a contribution. Lang Yan looked at her back and went straight to the cooking class without further delay.
At this time, there are no steamed buns, eggs and noodles are always there, and it should be good.
…
Mo Shangyun went to the office.
It was only two days away, but Mo Shangjun stood at the door for a while, feeling a little strange that he hadn't seen in a long time.
After a pause, she observed the office for a while before entering the door and sitting in her seat.
Turning on the computer first, thinking of the phone that Lang Yan said, Mo Shangyun opened the drawer and found the mobile phone in the left corner.
Extending his right hand wrapped in bandages, Mo Shangyun took out his mobile phone and looked at the missed call.
Well…
Remarks: Ink on cream.
Missed calls: 8.
It is rare to see Mo Shangshuang continuing to make calls, and Mo Shangyun can also guess the reason. He poked his finger on the screen, dialed the phone back, and clicked the speakerphone by the way.
Her hand is temporarily inconvenient to hold the phone.
The phone rang for ten seconds and answered.
"gone back?"
Mo Shangshuang, as always, doesn't like to say hello.
"Um."
"How is the injury?"
"It's okay." With a perfunctory response, Mo Shangyun changed the subject, "Dad told you?"
"Yeah." Te replied bluntly.
Mo Shangjun was silent for a while, and then he said slowly, "Oh."
"He asked me to tell—"
Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun interrupted him directly, "Brother, are you a transmitter?"
There was a meal, and then calmly said: "If you don't like it, tell your dad directly."
Mo Shangyun didn't speak for a while.
It was precisely because he couldn't say it directly that Mo Cang let Mo Shangshuang be the middleman. Letting her speak now will only lead to an infinite loop.
"Three things. One, take good care of your wounds; two, don't get involved in the matter of Black Eagle in the future; three, Dad is going to give you a blind date, so you shouldn't have contact with Yan Tianxing."
Before Mo Shangshuang's voice could fall, Mo Shangjun hung up.
It is quite now.
The phone didn't come back.
but-
There is a new message.
Still inked with cream.
[Be obedient, take good care of your wounds. I said.]
Just this line of words, Mo Shangyun stared at it for a while. For some reason, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't reply, and put the phone back in the drawer.
Mo Shangshuang only explained one sentence, which proved that he only agreed with the first thing Mo Cang told him.
Of course, he didn't know what happened two years ago, nor did he know what happened with Yan Tianxing last night.
When his hand was injured, Mo Shangyun realized how important two hands are.
While waiting for Lang Yan to come back with breakfast, Mo Shangyun typed on the keyboard for half an hour, and finally only typed out a paragraph.
—Three days ago, when she got the map, she used the computer to make an action plan. She wanted to change it according to the original plan and send it to Lang Yan directly, but now such inefficient changes have made her give up the idea.
Or take the map and talk to Lang Yan one by one.
"coming."
Lang Yan rushed back with two breakfasts.
Mo Shangyun's breakfast: porridge, eggs, steamed bread.
His breakfast: steamed bread, eggs, fried dough sticks.
Walking to Mo Shangyun's desk, he put Mo Shangyun's breakfast on the spare seat.
"Do you want me to feed?" Lang Yan asked, withdrawing his hand.
"Need not."
When answering, Mo Shangyun stared at the fried dough sticks in his hand.
Noticing the look in her eyes, Lang Yan coughed lightly, "You are injured, fried dough sticks... not suitable."
"Oh."
Mo Shangjun remained calm, but his eyes seemed to swipe over the fried dough sticks in his hand.
It's golden, and it looks crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Not far away, the aroma of fried dough sticks wafted towards you.
The squad leader of the cooking class is best at frying fried dough sticks. Every time at breakfast, the fried dough sticks are looted.
Mo Shangjun usually goes very late, so that he has eaten only a few times.
"puff."
Lang Yan stared at her twice and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangyun looked at him coldly.
Not being frightened by her eyes, Lang Yan's eyes were full of smiles.
It's rare to see such a little bit of jealousy and reluctance in the eyes of their deputy commander, wouldn't it be funny
Strange!
So strange!
Lang Yan hesitated, picked up the bag for breakfast, and took one out of the bag with fried dough sticks.
Mo Shangyun watched his movements.
There were only two fried dough sticks in total. He took out one and put the bag containing the fried dough sticks on Mo Shangyun's table.
"Come here, I'll give you one," Lang Yan said, and then deliberately glanced left and right. After seeing no one, he leaned down, approached her a little, and lowered his voice to remind, "Don't say it."
To root fritters, Shengsheng was acted by him as a violation of discipline.
However, for the sake of the fried dough stick, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him clearly.
In the end, I accepted it with peace of mind.
Lang Yan didn't rush to ask her a question, but went back to his desk and ate his breakfast slowly.
Mo Shangjun also slowly finished his breakfast with his inflexible right hand.
The fried dough sticks taste very good, they should be freshly fried, hot in the mouth, a little greasy, but crunchy and fragrant.
The two ate almost at the same time.
Just after throwing the food bag into the trash can, Mo Shangyun looked up and saw Lang Yan's eyes full of hints.
It was very clear, Mo Shangjun didn't delay, he took out the map from the table, and then winked at Langyan.
Lang Yan wiped his nose and walked over with a smile.
Ask him to open the map, put it down in an empty space, and Mo Shangyun began to explain to him.
The location of the second company and the third company's camp, the terrain near the third company, where is suitable for attack, where is suitable for ambush, according to memory and map to explain it clearly, after Lang Yan understood most of the basic situation, Mo Shangyun began to follow He plans in detail.
He was very patient, covered everything, and talked in more detail than talking to Erlian. He talked for three hours.
She didn't have to be idle, so she told Lang Yan about this.
As the company commander, Lang Yan did not participate this time. If he did, he would be the one who made the plan, not the single soldier who was only responsible for part of the action under her orders.
I originally planned to make it clear to Lang Yan.
A successful battle plan, in Lang Yan's case, is experience, in case he will be flexible with her methods next time he participates in an operation, and learn from the failure of the Second Company.
Talked for three hours.
Mo Shangjun spent another hour predicting the failure of Erlian.
It can be said that the whole night of fighting, and even the time, was expected by her.
Lang Yan just listened with curiosity, but the more he listened to the back, the more concentrated his mind became. His thoughts were all caught up in Mo Shangyun's battle plan, and he replayed all the battles of the second and third companies in his mind.
When I heard the end, I was very shocked.
Mo Shangyun's mouth was dry, and after she finally finished speaking, she took the cup and turned around to get a glass of water.
cold.
In this cold weather, the water was surprisingly cold, and I drank it all in one gulp. The coldness spread all the way from the lips, tongue, throat, and stomach, but it stimulated some tired nerves.
After I finished speaking, it was like fighting a battle, and I was indeed a little tired.
Take a sip of cold water to refresh her.
Pouring another glass of water, Mo Shangyun hooked the glass with the fingers of his right hand and walked back.
Seeing that Lang Yan was still standing there, he was not looking at the map, but raised his head and stared at her closely.
There was admiration, amazement, and excitement in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a bit of indescribable heat.
"how?"
Mo Shangyun approached and raised an eyebrow at him.
This strange look made her quite unacceptable.
Lang Yan continued to stare at her, and after a while, he sighed: "Are you really just a college student who graduated from the National University of Science and Technology?"
Oh... Mo Shangyun understood.
Mo Shangyun put the mug on the table, shook his right hand that was involved in the wound, and said lightly, "It doesn't matter where you came from."
Lang Yan paused, thought about it carefully, and felt that... it was quite reasonable.
Of course—
He overestimated Mo Shangyun's indifferent mood.
Soon, he heard Mo Shangyun say slowly: "Even if the journey is the same, I may not have the ability."
"… "
Lang Yan continued to stare at her.
Then, he twitched the corners of his mouth.
That's right, this is not the Mo Shangyun who is greedy for a fried dough stick, but the vicious and arrogant deputy company commander.
Lang Yan made up his mind that he would bring fried dough sticks tomorrow morning, but he would never eat it for her.
However, after making up his mind, Lang Yan couldn't stop admiring Mo Shangyun.
After all, this guy... is really awesome.
Why do they want to get off the team
Because it is shallow on paper, the lower-level company is to combine theoretical knowledge with practical experience. Generally speaking, college students who have just joined the company are in a learning state, and they will take many detours when leading troops.
Such as Lin Qi.
She also just joined the company and graduated from the same school as Mo Shangyun, but in the few months she left the company earlier than Mo Shangjun, she also spent a certain amount of energy to subdue the second platoon and get her identity as the second platoon leader recognized. But up to now, she has not cultivated a good relationship with the second row, and the second row is also respectful to her.
Like him.
When he just got off the company, he also hit a lot of nails.
And Mo Shangyun…
It's a legend.
For more than a month, Erlian hated her to the bone at first, but now, Erlian protects her from the bottom of her heart, even letting her slap her face and torture them thousands of times, she can't hold back her closeness.
Lead the troops, the means are great.
This combat experience... made his company commander startled.
Lang Yan simply doubted life.
Although he was very puzzled and reflected on himself, Lang Yan's recognition of Mo Shangyun's strength had reached a new height.
So much so that for the next lunch and lunch, Lang Yan specially asked the squad leader of the cooking class to fry a few side dishes, pack them up and take them back to the office for Mo Shangyun to eat.
Mo Shangjun could see that the small stove was opened, but she accepted such a good intention calmly.
…
the next day.
Early in the morning, not long after Mo Shangyun got up, Lang Yan consciously brought her breakfast and helped her organize the housework.
Mo Shangjun was eating breakfast and instructing Lang Yan to sort out the house affairs, thinking that if the old man saw this scene, she would be taken to do ideological education for two hours.
Fortunately, the old man has no chance to know.
After Lang Yan finished the housework, Mo Shangjun finished his breakfast.
At this time, a noise was heard outside.
The two looked at each other.
Walking to the door of the dormitory, Lang Yan listened to the specific movement, and then said to Mo Shangyun: "I guess they are back."
"Oh."
She heard it too.
Lang Yan suggested to her, "Go down and have a look?"
"dont see."
Mo Shangyun said lightly, glanced at his left shoulder, and was not interested.
"then you… "
"Healing."
Lang Yan was speechless for a moment, coughed, and then asked, "Then I'm going down?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded and glanced at him.
It means: good to go without sending.
Lang Yan left angrily.
However, as soon as I went out, I couldn't wait.
He knew that the third company was completely destroyed, so he wanted to see Fan Hanyi's face, and at the same time... He also wanted to know, without Mo Shangyun, what would happen to the second company and the first company.
Mo Shangyun, who had already anticipated the general situation, looked at his back as he hurried away, pondered for a moment, and then walked out the door calmly.
By the way, closed the door.
Instead of going downstairs, she went to the office on the second floor.
Before entering the door, she heard loud noises outside, it seemed that she had a smooth meeting with Lang Yan, and each of them couldn't help explaining the situation to Lang Yan.
So happy, I'm afraid everything is going well.
Enter the office, close the door, and block the noise outside.
At this moment, the telephone of the landline rang in the office.
"Jingle bell - jingle bell - jingle bell -"
It was the landline on Lang Yan's desk.
It hurts my ears a bit.
Anyway, it's a landline, it should be a business, and it should be fine to answer it.
Mo Shangyun walked over.
Pressing the speakerphone, she opened her mouth to say "speak", but for the sake of Lang Yan's face, she held back.
After a pause, he said, "Who?"
There was no sound there.
Mo Shangyun couldn't help frowning and glanced at the caller ID.
Well, the phone number looks familiar.
It seems to be... Yan Tianxing's.
123. The seedlings of love have not grown yet