It rained all day.
Compared with the morning, it seems to be a different scene. The drizzle turns into silver needles, falling densely under the light, and the raindrops are pulled into strands and fall in a staggered manner.
As soon as the night wind blew, the drizzle came on us, without avoiding it, let it blow on the face, as thin as needles, messed up, hit the skin, bringing a little coolness, and a few drops flew into the eyes, It was cool, as if it suddenly became wet.
Mo Shangyun is running on the playground.
With no laps and no goals, she ran at an extremely fast speed, and the slender figure swept across the track, leaving behind a series of phantoms.
The wind and rain slapped over and shuttled by her side, the wind was blowing under her feet, and the army boots stepped on the puddle, and water splashed, but the moment the water droplets hit the ground, she had already left the place.
Mo Shangyun thought of Chen Lu.
This is inevitable.
She is wearing a military uniform, standing here, and everything she has comes from them.
When Su Mingsha and the others left, she never thought about refusing military training, because it was integrated into all her life when she was young. At that time, she was created by those trainings, so not only did she not slack off, but she was even more harsh on herself.
No one will take care of her anymore, so she will take care of herself.
No one supervises her anymore, so she doubles down on supervising herself.
She can't lose those things, she can only make herself better.
Time can forget a lot of things. After a long time, she can only remember how to train, but it is difficult to remember those depressing scenes.
However, Chen Lu is different.
She knows that everything she has learned will not change because of Chen Lu's departure, but she only recognizes Chen Lu, a teacher who lives in the wild, so as soon as she sees Bu Yirong and sees a lot of familiar knowledge, she will Uncontrollably thought of Chen Lu.
Chen Lu was the gentlest of her masters. Although it was hard to tell just by looking at him, he always seemed to have no temper. When all the masters tried to rectify her, he was the only one who would frown on the side. Watch them make a fuss.
In memory, Chen Lu in military uniform, Chen Lu who taught gently, Chen Lu who helped to cook, and... Chen Lu on the last side.
Her memory is very good, so she still remembers what Chen Lu was like in the Criminal Police Brigade. She couldn't say whether she was shocked or sad. Because Cen Yan was by her side, she accepted it as if she was numb—because she couldn't find anything else to do except accept it, and she wouldn't break down, cry, or be dazed.
This kind of thing happened, and then she figured out a way to get to know it.
That's what she was thinking at the time.
She always has the clearest judgment.
But her strong psychological quality does not prove that she can bear everything lightly, but that she is better at suppressing her emotions and not showing them to outsiders.
Chen Lu died in this city and was tortured to death for an almost absurd reason, even in the wilderness.
She took revenge, but that doesn't mean these memories will be erased.
Less than half a year has passed.
She couldn't listen carefully to the repeated lectures when her memory was still so clear. All the teaching is not far from the difference, and the courses taught are almost the same. There is nothing she wants to learn, only the familiarity that stimulates her countless memories, so she tries to avoid it, sleeps, helps Ding Jing write notes, and runs in the playground, She was even prepared to have a lot of points deducted to finish the course of survival in the wild.
Mo Shangyun took a deep breath, the cold air poured into his lungs, and then was exhaled with a hot breath.
She recalls a lot of things, and the memories make her mind cluttered, so she needs a certain amount of time to calm down.
What she didn't know was how long she ran on the track and how long her other pair of eyes looked in the rain.
The red dots of the cigarettes flickered on and off, but never disappeared.
She waited until she stopped, gasped, and slowly crouched down with her knees in her arms. The bright red light was extinguished. The figure stood in the corner for a long time, watched silently for a while, and finally turned and disappeared into the darkness. inside.
She is always so wanton and arrogant, so in some scenes, she would not want to be seen.
He will wait for the day she is willing to show him.
But, that's not now.
It was not until before the exam that Mo Shangyun returned to the classroom.
Although the rain outside was small, Mo Shangyun, who had been running in the rain for an hour or so, was already wet. Drops fell, immersed in the training coat, dyeing the color darker.
After the run, she rested for a while, and now she has calmed down, but although her face has not been pink after exercise, she has a nearly transparent whiteness. The white and tender skin is in sharp contrast with the short black hair. , the visual conflict is becoming more and more obvious. At first glance, there is a touch of surprise in the mess, which makes people breathe for no reason.
It was this Mo Shangyun who suddenly appeared at the front door of the classroom, disturbing many eyes.
"Report."
Mo Shangyun shouted.
Bu Yirong glanced at her and said, "Come in."
After that, he started lecturing again, as if Mo Shangyun was not interested in what to do and why it became like this.
So under his calm reaction and ignoring Mo Shangyun, many students who were originally very curious about Mo Shangyun also naturally took their eyes back and turned their attention to the projector in front.
Mo Shangjun walked into the classroom calmly, and after Ding Jing gave way, he successfully returned to his previous position.
"Mo Mo," Yan Gui leaned forward and said to Mo Shangjun in a low voice, "Is it cold, do you want my coat?"
"Row."
Leaning back, Mo Shangyun got closer to him, and hooked his lower lip in response.
Yan Gui was overjoyed and raised his hand to take off his jacket.
Mo Shangyun took off his wet coat, put it by the window, and put on Yangui's coat. Although it was a little big, it was quite warm, and some frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness.
If it was training, she would reject Yan Gui's coat.
However, she now needs hands that can move freely, and a brain to keep thinking active after regaining her body temperature.
The spring breeze is sharp...
I usually exercise at night, but I can't feel it, but when I go back indoors and sit down, it's really cold.
Yan returned to the joy of "Momo put on his own coat", and foolishly laughed alone, because his smirk really affected Yan Jinchao's concentration, so Yan Jinchao threw Yangui an elbow and let Yangui live. I put my mind back to the class, but every now and then I see Mo Shangyun sitting in front, and I still smirk a little.
"The rest of the time is for you to review."
Bu Yirong, who finished the class ahead of time, said very tolerantly.
After that, he glanced in the direction of North Jiangsu and said, "Classmate 018, you can sit down."
"Yes."
Subei, who had been standing for three hours, responded coldly and finally returned to his position.
Bu Yirong unscrewed the cap of the thermos cup, took a sip of water, and then smiled at Subei's provocative gaze.
At this time, Mo Shangyun, who was sitting behind North Jiangsu, keenly discovered that the water cups of Bu Yirong and Yan Tianxing were of the same style.
Do not.
To be precise, it's for a couple.
Although the style is the same, the color of the bottle cap is slightly different.
"Sister Su."
Mo Shangjun shouted to the front.
"Um?"
Subei fell backwards and crossed Erlang's legs.
Mo Shangjun glanced in the direction of Bu Yirong, then approached the ear of Subei, and said in a low voice, "Don't give up the fight against evil forces."
"... I will try my best." Subei said.
Duan Zimu, who heard the words of the two of them in his ears, silently returned Mo Shangyun's notebook to him.
"Thanks," Mo Shangyun took the notebook without even looking at it, but said directly, "You can find me if you want the answer."
"… Need not."
Duan Zimu's mouth twitched slightly.
The kindness was rejected, and Mo Shangyun didn't mind either, so he sat back well.
"Going to training?" Ding Jing, who was still studying handwriting, took time to ask Mo Shangyun.
"Um."
The answer that can be seen at a glance, was admitted by Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing also felt normal, but after thinking about it, Ding Jing felt that something was not right, and then asked: "I was punished?"
"… Um."
Hesitating again and again, Mo Shangyun still let Yan Tianxing take the blame.
As expected, Ding Jing turned the matter over after she got the answer. Soon she pushed the notebook to Mo Shangyun and asked, "There are 25 kinds of wild vegetables widely distributed in the country. What are they?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at her, "... Didn't you still give Ren Yu a few days ago?"
Ding Jing was inexplicable, "When did it happen?"
Mo Shangyun sighed, "Introduce him to which wild vegetables you can eat."
At that time, Big Ding also received countless respectful eyes from Ren Yu.
Mentioning this Ding Jing made me a little annoyed, "All I know are common names, aliases, and dialects. Isn't there a difference between scientific names and common names for these wild vegetables?"
"… "
Mo Shangjun took the pen silently, wrote down 25 kinds for her, and gave her a note by the way.
Seeing that she was so cheerful, Ding Jing asked her a few more questions. Although the student was limited by his theoretical knowledge, he had to admit that Ding Jing's attitude was very serious.
This kind of seriousness is rarely seen in Ding Jing.
She is not used to class like other students, on the contrary, she seems out of place even in the surrounding environment, but she is fully engaged in the class when she is in class. As long as she wants to, she can get rid of all the influences of her body at any time, and there is an indescribable kind of state in this state... If you describe it carefully, Mo Shangyun feels that this should be anxiety.
Maybe even Ding Jing didn't notice it, Ding Jing was forcing himself to learn.
Five minutes before the exam, Bu Yirong randomly clicked a few codes to check the notes.
Bu Yirong didn't ask them to take their notebooks to check, but clicked on the code and went straight to take their notebooks to look at them.
These should be a little distracted in class. The notes are not satisfactory, and two points have been deducted. However, Bu Yirong didn't even glance at Subei's notebook, and politely called Subei directly. Greetings, I crossed out two points in front of Subei.
Subei can only sneer.
It went on like this for five minutes.
Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu, who thought that their copy notes would definitely be checked, found that after Bu Yirong checked the northern Jiangsu, they left the area directly.
Duan Zimu and Mo Shangjun couldn't help but exchanged glances.
- Really so forgiving
Bu Yirong seems to have his own set of rules, some of which are unreasonable, but he can't deny his set of rules.
He is surprisingly loose, but also surprisingly strict. The two are strangely blended together, and he doesn't feel inconsistent at all. Instead, he has a "this is his style of behavior".
If he didn't use a couple thermos cup with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun might give him a very high score with a fair and objective attitude.
But... reality.
When Bu Yirong was handing out the test papers, two rows of teachers suddenly entered the classroom.
They were standing in the aisle with the students' score sheets in hand, overseeing their tests.
Those who have seen this posture are already numb, but the first time I saw it, I was really scared into a cold sweat, especially when I was less timid... I was stared at by your sharp eyes, and you can't even write your name, okay
Those who were righteous at first were made to feel a little guilty.
"Write better."
When he got the test paper, Mo Shangyun specially warned Ding Jing.
"It depends on the mood." Ding Jing responded stubbornly.
With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun flipped through the test paper in his hand, swept through all the questions in two minutes, then lifted the pen to write down the number 005, and then began to answer the questions.
Ninety percent of the content is what you have learned today, and the rest are more flexible subjective questions.
Since Mo Shangyun wrote the first answer, the pen has been running continuously. She seems to understand all the answers when she reads the questions, and is only responsible for filling in the answers one by one. There is no time to stop, and she writes down smoothly all the way , When the time had just passed, Mo Shangyun had filled out the entire test paper.
Although there is a goal of "full marks", the conceited scholar does not need to check again, so after filling in the last answer, he just put the pen cap back on and put the pen down.
She picked up the test paper and handed it to the teacher who was standing in the aisle staring at whether she was cheating.
Noticing Mo Shangyun's action of handing in the exam, Ding Jing glanced at his exam paper.
"… "
Damn, she only wrote a third of it!
What kind of metamorphosis is Mo Shangyun? !
140. The God of Learning