"let me see."
Liang Zhiqiong nodded earnestly, seeming to understand but not understanding.
Mo Shangjun asked, "How is he hurt?"
Liang Zhiqiong said: "It is not life-threatening and there will be no sequelae, but it will take some time to recuperate."
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded.
In the current situation, people are fine.
"I heard that you have all encountered actual combat?" Liang Zhiqiong asked, and then noticed Mo Shangyun's injured left hand, and asked a little worriedly, "Can your hand continue to train?"
"It's nothing," Mo Shangyun shook his left hand casually, "Let's look at the training intensity."
Speaking of this matter, both Liang Zhiqiong and Mo Shangyun's tone of voice returned to normal.
Yan Gui, who had been sitting across from him, pursed her lips when she heard the sound.
He saw the bandages on Mo Shangyun's hands at first sight, and the clothes covered in blood. At that time, his heart was seized, but his warm greetings to Mo Shangyun... were completely ignored. , his family Momo actually treated him with a "fussy" expression, which really hurt his heart.
Mo Shangyun silently glanced at Yan Gui who was angry at such trivial matters, and threw the flyer in his hand, "Hands hurt, blow the wind."
"okay."
Yan Gui immediately grabbed the flyer like a dog's leg and fanned Mo Shangyun.
Yan Jinchao glanced at Yan Gui, who was changing so fast... Wasn't he still drawing circles and complaining that the younger sister didn't understand his warm and caring heart, why did she suddenly lose her temper towards the younger sister?
It's a pity that Yan Gui and other magical creatures are incomprehensible to Yan Jinchao.
For some trivial things that can't be figured out, Yan Jinchao rarely wastes time on it.
After all the students had gathered, the car finally started to go to the way they went back.
They haven't gone back for over a month since they last left the GS9 base.
After knowing that they were going back to the base, many people's emotions were indescribable.
After staying outside for so long, their memories of those hard days at the base have been blurred, as if a long time has passed. Thinking about it now, they felt that every minute and second was so difficult, and they were giving up at any time. The idea was carried on like this with willpower, but now they only feel nostalgic.
Pure and busy training time.
Not like it is now.
During the period after they came out, especially since they came into contact with the armed police, they received drug education, actually participated in heating work such as standing guards, patrolling, and stalking, and finally ended with actual combat...
It seems that in such a short period of time, they escaped from that busy and pure time, and they also woke up from the simple and simple impression of soldiers. They suddenly realized that if they wanted to stay, they had to bear so much. One thing is more difficult than another, and the worst thing is that what they see now is only a corner, and they will face more complicated things in the future.
Living here, they realized the mission of being a soldier, and realized the heavy responsibility they had to shoulder. Even when they were resting, they could feel an invisible pressure that was completely impenetrable.
They miss the days when they were training at the base all the time.
At least at that time, when they are resting, they can completely relax and rest. They don't have to think about anything and have nothing to worry about. The brain is empty and relaxed.
As a result, after the car drove a certain distance, no other sound could be heard from the car.
Tired, heavy, silent.
They were huddled together in this hot weather, the temperature in the car was approaching thirty-seven or eight degrees, and they were sweating profusely, but they were somehow exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to fan themselves a little.
They just negotiated with them, and kept silent as a group. Everyone was thinking, recalling, and reminiscing over and over again what they had experienced these days.
Mo Shangyun leaned back, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.
In this sleep, she dreamed of the people who had died at her hands a few hours earlier.
Every person, every face, the state of life, the appearance of death... She felt that she didn't pay attention, but in her sleep, their appearance was so clear.
Clear enough that she could remember how they died at her hands.
The scene of blood spraying on her body, she replayed it over and over again in her dream, and the never-ending nightmare made Mo Shangyun extremely uncomfortable.
She opened her eyes and woke up suddenly.
In such a hot environment, she broke out in a cold sweat.
She looked around at the people around her. Some of them were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing armed police uniforms, and some were wearing civilian clothes. They were all familiar faces, so she slowly calmed down.
She slowly tightened her hands and clenched them into fists. For some reason, there was no strength in her fingers, and she opened them at a very slow speed.
Yan Tianxing was right.
She just didn't respond.
Past training and accumulation have shaped her reaction to combat, and something has become so baked into her nature that she can even fight unconsciously, fully immersed in it, and wait until the end of the fight.
Now, she's slowed down.
She still needs to adapt.
Wiping the sweat on his face with his hand, Mo Shangyun leaned back again, raised his head slightly, and looked a little dazed at the top of the carriage.
Ding Jing suddenly approached her and put his hand on the back of her cold hand, but said nothing.
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