"I want to ask, do Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng represent the level of your troops?"
Mo Shangyun asked word by word, although it seemed to be an understatement, but there was a sense of temptation in his tone.
"Do you have an opinion on them?" Yan Tianxing chuckled.
"No," Mo Shangyun shrugged, "I just think that if the two of them can represent the overall level, Azrael will be a bit misnamed."
I have been in contact with Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng, and they are all very nice people, there is no doubt about that.
But things are a little impetuous, and being an instructor is very unfamiliar, as for combat ability...
As a special forces soldier, there is indeed no problem.
However, in Mo Shangjun's impression, insiders have a high opinion of this special force, especially the Azrael team is too legendary, and the level of Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu is not up to the level of this team. high.
It's Xiao Chuyun...
"None of them are willing to come. They were kicked over after PK lost." Yan Tianxing said calmly, "If you are still curious, we will select at the beginning of next year and welcome at any time."
"… "
PK lost and kicked over
You mean, are these two at the bottom
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his nose, looking at Yan Tianxing differently.
However, looking at the old fox's contented expression, Mo Shangyun didn't show it either.
Anyway, the captain of this magical special team is now giving her statistics on the internal affairs.
"I'm leaving."
Mo Shangyun stood up and didn't want to stay long.
Without leaving her, Yan Tianxing raised his head slightly and said to her, "Let's go to dinner together later."
"… Oh."
He opened his mouth, but Mo Shangyun didn't refuse.
I learned a lot of news, and most of them were very exciting. Mo Shangyun didn't have the heart to go to the office, but left the dormitory and went to the training ground for a walk.
After waiting until the morning training was about to end, Mo Shangjun returned to the dormitory building and asked Yan Tianxing to go to the cafeteria to eat together.
After returning from dinner, Yan Tianxing went out on business, while Mo Shangyun went back to the office, sorted out the internal affairs statistics sent by Yan Tianxing at the first time, and then went through all the situation of the students in group B.
The group selection was a bit ruthless. There was a certain strength gap between Group A and Group B, but after a few days of training, both groups were on the right track.
Because of Ji Ruonan's cohesion, everyone in Group A was in good shape, but Lin Qi fought too hard, and her results in the past two days were much higher than her previous best results.
Mo Shangjun carefully glanced at the results of the students in the 401 dormitory.
Qin Xue is still outstanding, and her overall strength ranks second among female soldiers.
After realizing it, Mo Shangyun turned to the results of Group B, and suddenly found that the female soldier fell to You Nianyu first.
wanderlust…
You can clearly feel the occasional gaze of You Nianyu.
However, in the past few days, there has been no special performance.
Being dragged down twice in a row, You Nianyu also did things according to her orders, without showing the slightest anger or unwillingness, she was too calm.
She remembered that You Yi's evaluation of You Nianyu was: frizzy, impulsive, and unstable.
Whenever the name You Nianyu is mentioned, You Yi looks helpless.
However, after a few days of observation, Mo Shangyun did not find any features related to these three evaluation words in You Nianyu.
Like a changed person.
Moreover, with such outstanding achievements, the sense of existence is infinitely close to zero.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Shangyun retracted his thoughts, and continued to look at the results of other students without thinking about it.
Finally, when I saw Midsummer's deduction record, I was a little stunned.
When I watched it at noon yesterday, Midsummer's score was still 52 in Midsummer.
In just one day, another 12 points were deducted, leaving only 40 points left.
Looking at the records carefully, all of them were one mistake, one point and two points were deducted intermittently, but there were many mistakes, and the 12 points were gone.
Mo Shangyun laughed dumbly.
It must be the ghosts behind Mu Cheng and others.
In the afternoon, half past five.
Mo Shangyun reviewed each student's performance twice, leaned back on the chair with a headache, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.
A little tired.
She opened the drawer, took out the eye drops given by Duan Zimu, and put two drops to relieve the pain in her eyes.
At this time, I heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
Mo Shangyun tilted his head to look.
I saw Duan Zimu walking in from outside the door, holding a leather whip in his hand, which was extremely conspicuous.
"Going to eat?"
Looking up to see Mo Shangyun, Duan Zimu sent an invitation directly.
Frowning slightly, Mo Shangjun didn't answer and asked, "How is the shooting training?"
There is shooting training this afternoon, and Duan Zimu is in charge.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun paused, suddenly thinking that Duan Zimulai was also in charge of the morning exercise in the morning, and during that time... Midsummer was deducted 6 points.
"It's okay," Duan Zimu nodded, then gave Mo Shangyun a meaningful look, "I thought you would come."
"Forgot." Mo Shangyun shrugged calmly.
I originally planned to take a look.
After all, shooting training, from a certain point of view, also reflects the level of a soldier.
However, the trivial matter of looking at materials in the afternoon has delayed the time.
Duan Zimu was choked by her, but she did not pursue it.
"Meng Xia was deducted 10 points, and the points will be almost the same next week." Duan Zimu walked to the desk and put down the whip.
Mo Shangyun glanced at the calendar on the table.
Today is Saturday.
Tomorrow Sunday, and her combat training.
She estimates that with Midsummer's current state, tomorrow will be almost the same.
"You deducted points, on purpose?"
Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun looked up at Duan Zimu who was pouring water.
"You can't say that." Duan Zimu walked over with a glass of water in his hand, and didn't stop until Mo Shangyun, and chuckled, "If she can keep her temper, no one can deduct her points. ."
For Duan Zimu's response, Mo Shangyun was speechless for a while.
According to the mental state of Midsummer she observed in the morning, she was already on the verge of collapse.
It is estimated that what happened at noon yesterday had a certain impact on her.
Emotional chaos, it is really impossible to make mistakes in training.
However, more and more instructors stared at her and deducted points, which caused a lot of psychological pressure on her. However, it is estimated that Duan Zimu also put pressure on her invisibly...
Standing aside, taking a sip of water, Duan Zimu looked down at her and reminded casually, "If you leave one, you will lose Group B for your first week's results."
"As expected."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and said nothing.
The so-called winning or losing is just a result, a kind of honor. Wins and losses are not permanent, and the results are not set in stone.
In other words, Mo Shangyun was looking forward to the fiasco of Group B this time.
Only when you lose will you know how to rise up.
Only a fiasco can strike back.
Of course, the psychological pressure will not be so great only if they are initially positioned for their strength, and there will be harvests and surprises if they don't make any progress after that.
On the contrary, those who have always maintained victory will always blindly pursue the first place, and even if the gap with the people behind them is wide, it is very easy to generate pressure.
Duan Zimu looked at Mo Shangyun, who looked indifferent.
Only those who have really fought against Mo Shangyun can understand the power of Mo Shangyun.
It stands to reason that the more powerful people are, the less they like to lose. Even if it was him, in the March test, he would still be in the top three of the male soldiers, but Mo Shangyun originally had the strength to surpass everyone, but he remained close to the passing line.
It is hard to imagine what she has experienced to achieve such an indifferent state of mind.
In other words, how powerful is she, so powerful that even her achievements cannot inspire her fighting spirit.
With a slight smile, Duan Zi said, "Going to eat?"
"Go, alone."
Mo Shangyun answered decisively and turned off the computer.
Duan Zi admired for a while and asked, "Keep your distance?"
"avoid arousing suspicion."
Looking at him sideways, Mo Shangyun said calmly.
After she deducted 35 points from Midsummer, Duan Zimu deducted points from Midsummer intermittently. The two of them walked together, somewhat embarrassed.
Moreover, Duan Zimu's performance is so obvious...
It's boring, it's boring, there's no need to be ambiguous.
Duan Zimu suddenly leaned down, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes subconsciously, only to see Duan Zimu's face extremely close, only a few inches apart.
"Can't you give me a chance to chase you?"
Danfeng raised her eyes, her brows were enticing, Duan Zimu's voice was hoarse and ambiguous, and every word fell to the bottom of her ears.
"Do not-"
His brows were raised lightly, and Mo Shangyun opened his mouth without thinking.
However, just after the word "no" was spoken, and the word "can" was not uttered, I suddenly heard a sound from outside the door—
"team leader."
166、Fan Fan's Dad Is Coming