"Mo Shangjun, when will Instructor Yan come back?"
An unintentional question made the team members who were present at the meal stop tacitly.
A pair of eyes looked at Mo Shangyun intentionally or unintentionally.
Especially An Chen.
Everyone else knows that the relationship between Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing is definitely not as simple as that of ordinary instructors and students.
Yan Gui had seen Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing as instructors together.
Lin Qi has seen Yan Tianxing come to the company many times to find Mo Shangyun.
Duan Zimu couldn't be more clear about training the instructors next month.
Only An Chen knew nothing about the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing, and when Liang Zhiqiong asked so bluntly, he was obviously saying that Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing had an unusual relationship.
Liang Zhiqiong originally asked casually, but he felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he slowly realized the problem.
"do not know."
Mo Shangyun responded lightly and finished the last mouthful of steamed buns.
"That's right," Yan Gui shrugged and came out to clear the siege, "How does Momo know about Instructor Yan?"
"Isn't she very close to the instructors," Liang Zhiqiong said with a calm expression, "Just ask."
In fact, she just wanted to know when Yan Tianxing would come back and take care of Peng Yuqiu.
Just pissed her off.
I just looked for him, but ended up threatening her with the snake thing again, one after another, "Comrade Liang Zhiqiong", and the relationship couldn't be further pulled.
"After eating, you continue."
After drinking the last bit of porridge, Mo Shangyun stood up.
After speaking, he took the plastic garbage on the table and left the place.
Her every move attracted the attention of the others at the table, but no one stopped her, at most they said goodbye to her and watched her leave.
eight o'clock.
According to the students' guess, the so-called classrooms should be set up temporarily - after all, camps are all set up temporarily. Therefore, the imagined classroom environment should be very poor.
However, this time it wasn't as they thought.
About two kilometers from the camp, there is a small bungalow.
The house is not big, but it is very clean. There are several rooms. The largest one in the middle is filled with tables and chairs. There are three rows in total. There are three positions in the left and right rows. There are six positions in the middle row and two aisles in the middle. , the seats are brand new.
At a glance, it is estimated that there are about 150 positions.
The students imagined sitting on the ground and the difficult teaching environment turned into a bubble phantom the moment they saw the classroom.
"One requirement, each group sit next to each other."
Before entering the door, Peng Yuqiu, who was holding a textbook, pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and explained to them.
Then, he first walked into the classroom and came to the podium.
The students who lined up to enter the classroom chose their seats in an orderly manner. No one was making loud noises or arguing. After each group had selected a seat, they could choose a seat at will.
As members of the 21st group, Mo Shangjun and others came to the back.
The first row, the tenth position afterward.
An Chen, Lin Qi, and Ni Ruo sat in the front row, Mo Shangyun sat in the back by the window, Duan Zimu and Yangui were on the right.
In their positions, a notebook and two signature pens were uniformly allocated.
On the podium, Peng Yuqiu dressed as a teacher. He opened the multimedia media slowly and inserted the USB flash drive. Until the beginning of the lecture, he did not open the textbook on wild survival in his hand.
The students who paid attention to this were all silent.
This instructor Peng... tsk, quite interesting.
"Today, we're talking about food, which is vital to survival in the wild..."
Peng Yuqiu started today's lecture on the podium.
In the back row, Mo Shangyun played with his signature pen indifferently, his left elbow rested on the table, his fingers rested on his chin, and his eyes fell on the screen in front of him as much as possible.
However, when the other students were concentrating on taking notes, she was alone, in a state of wandering.
A pen, in addition to writing his name on the notebook, the other is blank.
"Want to sleep?"
A low, gentle voice suddenly came from the side of the ear.
Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly as he turned the signature pen between his fingers, his eyes collided with a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes, and through those deep eyes, he could clearly see himself at the moment.
He didn't seem to be listening to the class at all, and even there was a hint of irritability between his eyebrows, making it difficult to calm down.
His eyes shifted slightly, and Mo Shangjun saw Duan Zimu's gentle eyebrows and frivolous smile.
"Give."
Without waiting for Mo Shangyun to answer, Duan Zimu put his left hand on the table, as if giving her hand as a pillow.
Looking at him, then at that arm, Mo Shangyun fell back, leaned on the table behind, and said lazily, "Don't sleep."
Having said that, I can sit here idle, nothing to divert my attention, and my sleepiness can't stop coming.
There was an unknown fire in his heart, and Mo Shangyun became more and more irritable, but he didn't show it too much.
Duan Zimu stared at her for a moment.
The slightly pale complexion, the two brows unconsciously frowned, and in the usually calm and clear eyes, at this time there was a bit of annoyance hidden.
If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.
However, Mo Shangjun was very close to him and was used to her restrained breath. At this moment, even if there was a little bit of something wrong with her, she could easily detect it.
Mo Shangyun gave him a warning look.
With a small smile, Duan Zimu took his eyes back.
Eleven o'clock.
Mu Cheng and Xiao Chuyun came to the back door to see the situation.
The back door was open, and the two of them appeared, so it can be said that there was no movement. However, the two of them stood still, and what they saw was not Peng Yuqiu who was concentrating on teaching, but Mo Shangyun who was so bored that he was about to sleep in the back row.
While others were writing, Mo Shangyun leaned back, played with a signature pen in his hand, and looked up at the multimedia screen slightly, wondering if he was listening to the class.
Seeing this, Mu Cheng couldn't help but help his forehead.
Fortunately, he was able to leave before dark, otherwise he would have to study with Peng Yuqiu how to make Mo Shangyun's attitude correct.
"When will the captain come back?" Xiao Chuyun asked.
"It was originally intended to be tonight," Mu Cheng said. "However, Yanzi said that he changed his flight, so it should be earlier. I don't know the exact time."
"Yeah." Xiao Chuyun nodded slightly.
Immediately, Xiao Chuyun asked again: "This Mo Shangyun, has it always been like this?"
"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen her in class." Mu Cheng helplessly spread his hands.
Xiao Chuyun looked at Mo Shangyun.
As if perceiving it, Mo Shangyun paused while playing with the pen, and then turned his head. At that moment, his sharp gaze swept across, with a murderous look in his eyes, and suddenly collided with Xiao Chuyun's gaze.
A momentary confrontation.
Soon, a figure stood outside the window, and a shadow fell on the desk through the window.
Mo Shangyun quickly retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and swept towards the person outside the window.
Seeing this, he was stunned.
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