"Ji Ruonan arranged 'undercover' in group A to keep abreast of the news of the students in group A. Momo, as long as you say a word, don't mention group A, I can control all the small developments of the students. Do you want to develop me? Inside?"
At the end, Yan Gui's voice was mixed with obvious anticipation.
Mo Shangjun unceremoniously gave him a punch in the chest.
It's not heavy, but it's enough for Yan Gui to restrain himself.
Yan Gui covered his chest, bent down, and looked at Mo Shangyun with a sad face, "Momo, your group B is now a mess, are you sure you don't want to seize their weakness?"
"Reinstall?" Mo Shangyun frowned.
Immediately, Yan Gui stood up straight, carrying the barbecue bag, standing upright, with his chin slightly raised, looking straight ahead, almost in a standard salute.
However, the eyeballs kept wandering around, sweeping and sweeping, and there were no rules.
"What's going on in Group A?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"I overheard it at night," Yan Gui immediately took up the posture of standing at attention and said sneakily, "Ji Ruonan arranged for someone to be an undercover agent and pay attention to the situation of the students in group A nearby. It's not a trick, it should be a deep understanding of them. Now, if there is anything you can know at the first time, it is convenient for her to take countermeasures."
Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.
This is at best a management tool.
It's not even despicable.
Eyeballs rolled, Yan Gui asked with a smile on his face, "Momo, do you really not think about me?"
"Not consider."
Mo Shangyun answered without hesitation.
"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now," Yan Gui said unsurprisingly, "As long as you want, you can come to me anytime, and I won't despise you."
Mo Shangjun looked up at him, raised his hand, and put his shoulders on him, "I advise you, I'm working with your brother's immediate boss, what should I say..."
After a deliberate pause, Mo Shangyun patted his chest with the back of his hand, raised his eyebrows and reminded, "A little sense of proportion."
"Yes, Instructor Mo!"
Yan Gui's heart trembled, and she immediately corrected her serious attitude.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows and smiled, retracted his hand, and left with satisfaction.
Yan Gui watched her away from the corner of his eye.
It was only after she was gone that she was gone that she was freed from the posture of standing at attention.
Yan Gui touched his little heart, which was rarely frightened.
Momo, who has the right, is simply too scary...
Mo Shangyun returned to the dormitory building.
To go to your own office, you need to pass by Shepherd Cheng's office.
As soon as Mo Shangjun arrived at the door, he heard Mucheng greeting from the door—
"Instructor Mo, there is a barbecue, can we eat together?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun paused slightly.
Glancing inside, he found Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Xiao Chuyun all present.
"No, I've eaten."
Glancing at the skewers in their hands, Mo Shangyun answered without any guilt.
Peng Yuqiu looked at the casual clothes on her body, and asked eloquently, "You didn't go out with Lord Yan, did you?"
As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the office changed.
"you guess."
Mo Shangyun shrugged and answered without half a guilty conscience.
After speaking, he walked slowly to the next office.
Walking to the door of the office, he glanced at Yan Tianxing's office and noticed that there was no light on there, so Mo Shangjun took his eyes back.
"What are you looking at?"
As soon as he walked further into the office, he heard a mocking inquiry.
Mo Shangjun glanced lightly at Duan Zimu who was still in the office.
"Landscape." Mo Shangyun replied calmly.
When passing by Duan Zimu's office, he paused, "Didn't you go for supper?"
Duan Zimu held a pen in his hand, and said in a deep sense, "I've been blacklisted, but I haven't been invited."
"Oh?" He raised his brows lightly and paused slightly, but Mo Shangyun understood it and said, "I mourn for you."
It is clear that Yan Tianxing has spoken, and no one will "invite" Duan Zimu.
Of course, Duan Zimu's intentional possibility cannot be ruled out.
"The cause is yours, don't make a statement?" Duan Zimu looked at her with a smile as soon as he put the pen in his hand.
Mo Shangjun walked to his desk, put his hand on the office chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Zimu, and suddenly asked, "Am I white?"
Duan Zimu was slightly taken aback.
He could not help but look at her carefully.
The room was lit with incandescent lamps, and under the soft light, the already fair skin was lined as white as porcelain.
He clearly guessed that there was something in her words, but Duan Zimu, who was insane, nodded in agreement, "Bai."
"I'm sorry, but I don't take the blame."
Mo Shangyun shrugged, pulled the chair away, and sat down.
"..." Duan Zimu scrutinized Mo Shangyun carefully, and then said, "You will only let me discover more of your advantages."
After a pause, Duan Zimu's lips curled into a smile, and he affirmed word by word, "For example, humor."
"Thanks."
Picking up a folder on the table, Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.
Duan Zimu laughed.
Afterwards, he looked at Mo Shangyun who turned on the computer and asked, "Is there anything I need help with?"
"Are you done?" Mo Shangyun gave him a sideways glance.
"Um."
There was nothing to do.
He is only in charge of shooting training, and he doesn't need to care about anything else. He is the most leisurely one of all the instructors.
"Oh," Mo Shangyun nodded, and then instructed unceremoniously, "You wait a moment, and paste all the paper I printed out."
"Row."
Duan Zimu didn't think much about it and responded directly.
Of course, after hearing the sound of the printer that had been working, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"How many?" Duan Zimu asked suspiciously.
"Sixty or seventy." Mo Shangjun replied without raising his head.
Duan Zimu: "..."
Where did you get so much paper
Curious, Duan Zimu stood up and walked towards the printer.
The printer is finished with a thick stack of paper.
Duan Zimu picked up the paper, glanced at Mo Shangyun who was typing on the keyboard, and then glanced around the paper.
The students in group B have a form for evaluating them from various aspects. The horizontal ones include housekeeping, physical fitness, fighting, shooting, others, and points. The vertical one is the time, which is the month.
The housework and physical fitness scores on the first day, plus points, have been entered, and some students will mark them after the others.
Some are "good", some are "excellent", and some are simply ticked. Duan Zimu has not found the specific role of other columns.
In addition, there is a list of housekeeping grades for all trainees.
Looking at Mo Shangyun who was concentrating on work, Duan Zimu had an intuition—there were still some forms on Mo Shangyun's side that had not been printed out.
Afterwards, Duan Zimu hooked his lips with great interest.
I have to admit that Mo Shangyun doesn't care about anything, but in fact he doesn't care less than Ji Ruonan.
At the very least, Ji Ruonan, who paid attention to everyone in Group A, would not summarize their achievements in such detail.
As far as Duan Zimu himself is concerned, creating more than 50 forms is already enough of a headache for him.
"Instructor Mo, a student from Group B, one less."
After counting the papers in his hand, Duan Zimu confirmed that the number was incorrect, so he said to Mo Shangyun.
"Well, give up on her."
When he said this, Mo Shangjun was neither happy nor angry, very indifferent.
Duan Zimu paused slightly and glanced at the form in his hand.
Who gave up
Without asking in detail, Duan Zimu flipped the paper again and compared it with the list of students in Group B. It was not until the end that he found out who it was.
322, midsummer.
Noticing the name, Duan Zimu inevitably thought of what happened during the fighting training...
give up
Duan Zimu frowned slightly and glanced at Mo Shangyun, but quickly took his eyes back.
Without questioning about 322, Duan Zimu took the paper and double-sided tape and started working against the wall.
The steps are very simple, but they are too cumbersome, but Duan Zimu is very patient, pasting sheets of paper on top of each other, and dividing them into different categories. The list of students in Group B is even arranged according to the dormitory, which is very clear.
Mo Shangyun entered his good fighting score, stretched his waist, and sent it to Yan Tianxing and Xiao Chuyun, then printed out the document, and then took out his mobile phone to give Mucheng and Peng Yuqiu a message, urging them to count their points.
After the document was printed, Mo Shangyun got up and walked towards the printer. As soon as he picked up the paper, he heard movement at the door.
Following closely, is the voice of Mu Cheng—
"Instructor Mo, are you in a hurry to count the points?"
Mo Shangjun raised his eyes and just wanted to answer when he heard Mu Cheng's voice again, "Damn, what are you doing?!"
After a pause, Mo Shangyun saw the horror on Mu Cheng's face, and stared at the paper that was stuck to half the wall. During the pause, he seemed to be doubting life.
160. Instructor Mo is very angry, and the consequences are very serious