Six ten.
The dormitory building, the second floor.
As soon as Mo Shangjun arrived in the corridor, she heard the sound of the engine coming from the playground. She paused slightly, stood on the spot, and looked towards the playground in the distance.
Midsummer was carrying a bag and stood on the playground, leaving only a figure the size of a thumb. A jeep drove towards her, stopped quickly, and Midsummer opened the door and walked in.
In a blink of an eye, the jeep drove away and disappeared from sight.
Mo Shangyun calmly retracted his gaze.
Whether or not Midsummer will make trouble in the future, it has nothing to do with her.
All in all, even if the sky falls, she doesn't have to bear it.
Mo Shangyun walked into the office.
Duan Zimu looked at her, stood there for a while, and quickly entered the office.
Counting the deductions for fighting points, plus sorting out each student's fighting results, no one can intervene in this kind of thing, and it can only be done by Mo Shangyun himself.
She was too busy to have time to eat, so Duan Zimu brought her dinner, and Mo Shangjun took it directly.
Nine p.m.
Mo Shangyun's work has come to an end.
However, the personal statistics of group B students have not yet taken any action.
Stretching, Mo Shangyun passed the sorted documents to Xiao Chuyun and others, then turned off the computer and stood up.
It was still early, she walked down the dormitory and planned to go to the training ground for a walk.
At this point, most of the trainees should have completed the evening training, so her focus is... the group B trainees who are still training at the training ground.
"Momo!"
Before arriving at the training ground, Mo Shangyun heard a familiar shout.
It is Yangui.
After a pause, he looked in the direction of the student's dormitory building. Sure enough, he saw Yan Gui beckoning and running towards him.
After waiting in place for a while, Yan Gui quickly ran to him.
As soon as he stood still, he bared his teeth towards Mo Shangyun, revealing a bright smile.
"What?" Mo Shangyun raised his brows lightly.
"hey-hey."
Yan Gui continued to smirk.
Mo Shangyun put one hand in his trouser pocket and said lazily, "Ten seconds."
"That's it, Tang Shi celebrated his birthday the day after tomorrow, Song Ci asked me, as your loyal fan, can you write a blessing as a birthday present?!" Yan Gui finished speaking quickly, then grinned at Mo Shangyun, "Why? Like, no more than ten seconds, right?"
"No." Mo Shangyun answered him in a light tone.
"Huh?" Yan Gui was stunned for a moment and asked inexplicably, "Why?"
"In no mood."
If you really want to write a birthday greeting to someone, it will be enough to become her dark history in the future.
"That… "
Yan Gui touched his nose, obviously looking like "We have a task at hand, we have to discuss the result".
"Come to me tomorrow." Mo Shangyun said in a low voice.
Yan Gui immediately understood, and asked thiefly, "What is it?"
"I didn't think so."
Responding to Yan Gui very honestly, Mo Shangjun bypassed him and walked all the way to the training ground.
Yan Gui hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind, turned around and ran to Mo Shangyun's side.
"Momo, there's one more thing..."
"Ten seconds." Mo Shangjun interrupted Yan Gui, whose voice was deliberately prolonged.
With permission, Yan Gui said quickly: "Since the afternoon fighting training, basically all the students have been discussing about you and Midsummer. Let me tell you, most people are on your side and think you are too domineering. , a lot of people have become your little fans. But well, you just drove away the people in your group, your group B is so disorganized... Some people secretly told me that you are the people who took your own group. Open the knife to achieve the effect of killing chickens and warning monkeys."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.
"Hey, Momo, do you really want Group B to fend for itself?" Yan Gui chased after Mo Shangyun, "When I first went, many people were in a very low mood."
"Worry about them?" Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids.
"I'm worried about you." Yan Gui pouted, "Your team is not strong, you will lose to Ji Ruonan."
Mo Shangjun said calmly, "I'm more worried about you."
"Ah?" Yan Gui didn't know why.
"Do you still need me to remind you about physical fitness?"
"This," Yan Gui smiled slightly with a guilty conscience, "I can't control this either. Physical fitness requires a little accumulation. You see, I have made great progress now..."
"How to improve, that's your problem. However," Mo Shangyun paused and turned to look at him, "My morning exercise, the next focus is on physical fitness."
Yan Gui: "… "
ha
this this this...
Yan Gui stopped in place.
Mo Shangyun left in a leisurely manner.
Raising his eyes, Yan Gui looked at Mo Shangjun's figure slowly leaving, only to feel chills all over his body.
It's not yet time to turn off the lights, should he go for a few laps first
Abandoning Yan Gui, Mo Shangjun came to the training ground and got a general idea of the situation.
In the evening, they also focused on physical training, and the last ones who stayed were basically female soldiers with weak physical fitness.
Among them, group B accounted for nearly half.
However, in addition to those who need to complete the prescribed training in the training ground, there are also some who stay and take the initiative to practice, and many of them are familiar.
Such as An Chen, Lin Qi, Li Liang, Qin Xue…
Mo Shangyun swept around and saw Xiang Yongming's figure impressively.
Following closely behind Lin Qi, he was talking to Lin Qi about something, but Lin Qi basically didn't reply.
Xiang Yongming didn't look depressed at all, and he was excited to talk to himself.
Mo Shangjun took pity on Lin Qi for three seconds, and then he wrote down the code names of the female soldiers in Group B who were still training, and left without a word.
nine thirty.
Mu Cheng, who waited until the last trainee's training was over, walked back to the office feebly.
This is tiring, even more tiring than completing those tasks by yourself.
His throat was like smoking, and the pain caused him to burn as soon as he spoke.
He sat down in the office he had just arrived, and soon, Xiao Chuyun walked in.
Looking at the office, Xiao Chuyun's eyes fell on Mu Cheng.
"Where is Yu Qiu?" Xiao Chuyun asked.
"He was lazy tonight and went to see Mo Shangyun's morning exercise routine." Mu Cheng waved his hand and said laboriously with a sore throat.
Xiao Chuyun frowned, boring enough.
Walking towards Mucheng, Xiao Chuyun put the herbal tea he just bought on Mucheng's table.
"For me?" Mu Cheng raised his eyes in surprise and asked flattered.
"For Yu Qiu." Xiao Chuyun said honestly, after a pause, he stabbed Mu Cheng's little heart again, "He's not here."
Mucheng: "… "
The feeling was that Peng Yuqiu was not there, so he gave the herbal tea to him? !
How unwelcome he is!
Mu Cheng lost his appetite at all.
Xiao Chuyun ignored his wounded heart and grief at the moment, turned around, and returned to his office, ready to summarize the recent training.
Less than five minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.
The door was not closed, Mu Cheng and Xiao Chuyun could hear clearly, so they looked up, and at the same time there was a figure at the door.
Peng Yuqiu grabbed the door, revealing himself in embarrassment, and said to the two with difficulty, "I'm back."
"Going to beg for dinner?"
Xiao Chuyun asked calmly, but his disgust was beyond words.
Mu Cheng laughed immediately, "Hahaha, it's like coming back from a begging."
Peng Yuqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up straight and walked in.
He walked to Mu Cheng's desk, picked up the herbal tea in front of his desk, twisted it open, and poured it directly into his mouth.
Seeing his smooth action, Mu Cheng's gloating expression suddenly disappeared, thinking that the herbal tea that had been "donated" was taken away by Peng Yuqiu before it even reached his mouth, and he was completely depressed.
Had a drink if I knew it earlier.
Peng Yuqiu drank the herbal tea in one go, and put it on the table heavily.
"After three hours of walking, I managed to go through Mo Shangyun's morning exercise program." Peng Yuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, immediately regained his energy, looked at the two of them, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to? listen?"
"You really walked for three hours?"
Mu Cheng's voice was hoarse, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Tell me." Xiao Chuyun looked towards him.
To make Peng Yuqiu walk for three hours, Mo Shangyun's morning exercise... It's hard to call it morning exercise.
"Listen," Peng Yuqiu pulled a chair, sat down directly on it, and then said, "First five kilometers off-road with weights, then five kilometers armed swimming, bare-handed rock climbing, traction crossing, and then two kilometers ahead. , there is an open space, I don't know what she does exactly... "
After talking about the items that she discovered one by one, Peng Yuqiu clapped the table, "I guess these items will be repeated when she comes back."
Mucheng: "… "
real or fake
With this training intensity, it's no wonder that Mo Shangyun has been training from three or four in the morning to eight or nine in the morning, with about five hours in between.
After Xiao Chuyun heard it, he took his eyes back and said nothing from beginning to end.
The strength is quite large, but it is not surprising that Yan Ye has such an ability.
at the same time-
A faint voice floated from the door, "What about me?"
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