After leaving the group of depressed people, Mo Shangyun returned to the dormitory building.
She was originally going to pack things, but when she walked to the second floor, she inadvertently glanced in the direction of the corridor and saw the lights in the instructor's office, so she stopped, and after a little thought, she walked to the only lit office. .
If she remembered correctly, the instructor held a farewell meeting with them earlier.
Mo Shangyun walked to the door of the office.
The door was open, and the instructor held several files in his hand, his expression was a little heavy, and he sighed occasionally.
Perhaps too immersed in his emotions, he did not notice the appearance of Mo Shangyun.
knock. knock.
Mo Shangjun knocked on the door twice, attracting the instructor's idea.
"Deputy company Mo," the instructor raised his head and asked in a trance when he saw it was Mo Shangyun, "Why did you come up?"
"Pack up." Mo Shangyun answered briefly.
"Oh." The instructor nodded, then greeted her, "Come in."
Mo Shangyun glanced at the instructor's office.
She seldom came to the instructor's office, but the instructors came to their office more often. At a glance, all the arrangements were the same as the initial memory, and there was no change.
Even the placement of the water cups is exactly the same.
"Look at the veteran's file?"
Mo Shangyun walked in and asked.
The instructor nodded, sighed heavily, and said with emotion: "They are all good seedlings."
They are all good seedlings, but the military age is up, plus there is no other way out, they can only go.
Although there are not many opportunities to get in touch with this group of young people, and these young people usually avoid him when they look at him, but he is watching them come year after year... The identity, background and files of everyone here He is clear about the information and the performance of the troops, and he can even recite it by heart.
"The soldiers of the iron-clad army camp," Mo Shangjun sat down opposite him and comforted him, "Instructor, let go."
Hearing Mo Shangyun's condescending words, the instructor raised his head and gave her a serious look.
But after thinking about it, all the veterans' career transfer opportunities were basically contacted by Mo Shangyun, and he couldn't blame her at all.
Mo Shangjun did everything he could, and tried his best to give them a good future that he could give them.
"Girl," the instructor said sincerely, "I thank you for them."
"Instructor, they are my soldiers."
Hooking his lips, Mo Shangyun said it for granted.
The instructor nodded, "Yes, they are your soldiers."
In the past, I always thought that Mo Shangyun was a child and a young man with a high military rank. He only had ideals and exaggerated ideas, and could not do practical things. But in fact, what Mo Shangyun did was more serious and more experienced than he thought he was serious and responsible. people, much more.
People like Mo Shangyun are the ones who can really think about the soldiers at the bottom and actually help them.
"By the way, I heard that you were invited by the special forces to be an instructor?" The instructor raised his head and asked her suddenly.
"I haven't made a decision yet." Mo Shangyun said.
"It's good to go and practice." The instructor said, "Your temperament is suitable for that kind of place."
Mo Shangyun thought about it for a while, shrugged and said, "That's also the scoring situation."
The instructor glanced at her, and finally nodded in agreement.
The two didn't chat for long.
Mo Shangyun drank a cup of tea, then got up and left. When he went upstairs, he thought of the phone he was charging. He turned around, went to the company commander's office, and picked up his fully charged phone.
Leaning on the desk, Mo Shangyun turned on the phone, and as expected, he received a lot of text messages.
The phone calls are basically from Yan Tianxing.
Because he was going out a few days ago, and Yan Tianxing was going to participate in the exercise, he was temporarily away, so Mo Shangjun simply didn't bring his mobile phone.
Unexpectedly, Yan Tianxing's exercise ended so quickly.
Mo Shangyun flipped through the news on the social software and didn't see anything from Yan Tianxing, so after thinking about it, he called back directly.
After she clicked the call, she tilted her head to look at the wall in the direction of Lang Yan's desk.
Nine forty.
I don't know if Yan Tianxing is asleep.
Almost as soon as the idea came up, it was snuffed out in the cradle by the answering phone.
"Where have you been these days?"
Yan Tianxing's mellow, hoarse voice came from the phone.
"It's in the company." Mo Shangyun said without blushing or panting.
"I called your instructor." Yan Tianxing said bluntly, "You took three days off."
"… "
The lie was dismantled cleanly, even Mo Shangyun was a little dumb at this time.
The little goodwill that arose from chatting with the instructor just now was successfully suppressed in Yan Tianxing's two sentences, and there was not even a little flame left.
"Speak or not?"
After waiting for a while without waiting for a response, Yan Tianxing's voice suddenly cooled down.
"Go out for a meeting."
Raising his hand to touch his nose, Mo Shangyun said slowly and honestly.
"Mo Shangjun, are you looking for smoking?" Yan Tianxing suppressed the anger that was about to erupt.
Completely ignoring his anger, Mo Shangjun asked lightly, "Are you disfigured?"
"… "
Yan Tianxing's full of anger was suppressed suddenly.
Shit, who told her? !
"No." Yan Tianxing's tone was rather stiff.
"Yan Tianxing," Mo Shangyun called out his name, put one hand in his pocket, and said calmly, "your person is mine, and so is your face, before I said 'no', you suffered Report to me that you are hurt, if you find a woman... Wherever you touch, I will chop it, do you hear?"
Speaking of this, Mo Shangyun's voice increased slightly, with an undeniable domineering taste.
These lofty words fell into Yan Tianxing's ears, and even he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Mo Shangyun, you are the only one who has a mouth, right?"
Reacting to it, Yan Tianxing's brows twitched, and he didn't have a good airway.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, and took the words unceremoniously, "You have a mouth, but you are grinning. Do you have the ability to speak?"
Yan Tianxing: "..."
A woman knows how to be brave and show prestige!
Pressing his brows, Yan Tianxing resisted and didn't care about her, brought up the topic, and said, "I ask you, where have you been these days?"
"A date." Mo Shangyun repeated.
"Are you trying to die again?"
The anger that Yan Tianxing had just suppressed came up again.
He pouted, thinking that this guy might be out of anger, and since he was still injured, Mo Shangyun said truthfully, "I'm going to avenge you."
This unexpected answer made Yan Tianxing stunned for a while.
Afterwards, he asked, "What hatred?"
"Avenge your disfigurement."
"Who?"
Yan Tianxing's tone was slightly cold, too lazy to emphasize the fact that 'he was not disfigured'.
"Black Eagle." Mo Shangjun said lightly, paused, and then added, "By the way, I pay back my revenge for my foot injury."
"So you carried me behind your back and met your old lover?" Yan Tianxing's voice was cold and biting, and his anger broke out.
"Who said he was my old lover?" Mo Shangyun was puzzled.
"Humph."
Yan Tianxing hummed proudly, like 'you and I know it well'.
"...Fuck." Mo Shangyun exasperatedly exclaimed, "Yan Tianxing, what did you see that day?"
"He kissed you." Yan Tianxing, who was angry, thought of the unpleasant memory, and his tone was sour.
Dear
Oh shit!
With a frown, Mo Shangyun became irritable, but he still had to argue, "Will my old lover give me a knife?"
"Otherwise, why is it old?" Yan Tianxing asked back.
"I'll just give you a knife!"
Mo Shangyun didn't get angry and cut off the phone directly.
When I raised my hand, I almost dropped the phone.
However, after thinking that it was not worth it, I took my hand back.
- That bastard kissed her
Mo Shangyun pressed his temple a little irritably.
Thinking about it this way, she only gave him a brick and two knives... It's even cheaper for him!
Wrinkling his brows, Mo Shangyun thought of the bastard and Yan Tianxing, and his anger could not go down for a while.
One or two, none of them are worry-free!
However, before the anger subsided, the phone vibrated.
"Remarks: Fool Yan"
Mo Shangyun raised his hand and hung up.
Soon, the phone came again within two seconds.
Continue to hang up.
Until the third one, Mo Shangyun thought that he had nothing to do with him, and said far-fetchedly that he was still cuckolded, so after thinking about it, he took it again.
I thought that after hanging up his three calls in a row, Yan Tianxing would definitely be furious, but as soon as he put the phone to his ear, he heard Yan Tianxing's gentle and calm voice—
"Aren't you hurt?"
102. Has the tacit understanding between the two of you reached this point