In the morning, exactly eight o'clock.
Anseong Army Academy training ground.
The young students who just took a breath came to the venue that they hated once again.
From 8:00 to 8:30, there are two items, one is raising the national flag and taking an oath; the other is a face-to-face report, which provides discipline explanations throughout the day.
The freshmen, who were tortured to death by the five kilometers in the morning, were basically relieved in their hearts when they encountered a project that they should not run wildly, and proceeded in an orderly manner.
However, half an hour later, in the military posture training that also does not need to move, they will die.
"This stand at attention is very simple."
Standing in front of the team, Mo Shangyun spoke casually, but when he glanced over and saw many indescribable upright postures, Mo Shangjun regretted saying such words.
With a frown, Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and continued: "The heels of the two feet are close together, and the two toes are about 60 degrees apart; the legs are straight..."
Slowly read out the standard actions one by one, and when Mo Shangyun said the last word, he came to the middle of the team.
Putting her elbow on the shoulder of the second girl in the first row, Mo Shangyun tilted her head, approached her ear, and said word by word, "Little girl, can you tell the difference between sixty degrees and thirty degrees? "
Being so close, even if Mo Shangyun was of the same sex, the girl was so nervous that she subconsciously separated her toes.
"Eighty degrees."
Mo Shangjun slightly kicked her toes and brought her closer.
Of course, with such a slight movement, the girl blinked her eyes, and tears came out, and the bright tears swirled in her eyes.
Mo Shangyun glanced at it and almost didn't cry for her.
wipe!
Can you cry? !
Just, this, what, point, break, thing, child
With a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, Mo Shangyun patted her head and asked kindly, "Can we talk about something?"
"You... you are too fierce."
The girl sobbed and hesitated.
Mo Shangyun: "..."
She hasn't started to be aggressive yet.
"Also," the girl paused, her face flushed red, and hesitantly said, "I, my one is here."
"pain?"
Mo Shangyun was almost close to her ear.
"Um."
Biting her lip, the girl nodded lightly.
"Want to rest?" Mo Shangyun asked again.
"Think." The girl nodded with a blushing face.
"Oh," Mo Shangyun nodded and said, "Otherwise, you can go back and report to the school, go home and rest for a few days. Or make a free and easy application for withdrawal, the reason... I'll help you think about it, just say The instructors are cruel and inhumane. Being a soldier is too painful, and it is not as good as a comfort zone at home. Do you think it is alright?"
"… "
The girl was sluggish for a long time, and then realized that Mo Shangyun was laughing at her, and she couldn't hold back her tears, and she burst into tears in an instant.
Mo Shangyun gave her a thumbs up.
Without the courage to endure hardship, she came here to cry, and she admired it.
"Instructor Chu!" Mo Shangjun looked up at Chu Feiyin.
"arrive!"
Chu Feiyin responded.
"Bring a pack of tissues and wipe the girl whose eyes are in the sand and can't move her hands." Mo Shangjun greeted.
"Yes!"
Chu Feiyin ran over and looked at the aggrieved girl who was crying non-stop, and then at Mo Shangyun, who had a sullen face. Because she didn't know what they said and didn't know the reason, she could only follow the order to take out a tissue and give it to the girl. Wiping tears.
Mo Shangjun left the girl with a headache.
If she was in the second company, she would have left at this time, but this is a military academy, and she was invited to come here. If she left, it might affect the image of the second company and even the entire reconnaissance battalion. Mo Shangjun held back.
Continue to instruct others in the upright posture.
However, when the girl cried like this, it seriously affected the mood of the entire queue. Many people felt that Mo Shangyun bullied the girl and made people cry. Several boys even stared at Mo Shangyun unconvinced. When Mo Shangjun was instructing his posture, he had a posture of "I won't listen if you don't listen to me".
Ten minutes later, Mo Shangyun clapped his hands, left them directly, and left.
"Instructor Mo?!"
Chu Feiyin looked at Mo Shangyun who had just left in surprise, then looked at the three rows of teams, and finally followed Mo Shangyun's figure in a panic.
In the third row of the team, there were even two boys who looked at each other and smiled, with a sense of success.
"You are too much!"
Turning around, Yan Jiale angrily looked at the boys in the two rows behind.
"Isn't she too much? She bullied people and cried! An officer came to be an instructor, look at her bossy look!"
"Who knew she was so rude."
"The school and the instructor won't blame it?"
"Don't worry, the law does not blame the public. Besides, she is not suitable for leading troops!"
…
A group of people chatted, and the team naturally dispersed.
The girls were okay, a few went up to comfort the crying girl, and the others didn't talk much, but among the boys, except for some honest ones, the rest were taunting Mo Shangyun.
Yan Jiale looked at the unrepentant looks of the boys who were making a fuss. He was not angry, and rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight them directly.
However, the girl next to her saw it and quickly stopped her.
Things were already messy enough, but now we can't add to the mess!
At this time, Xiang Yongming, who had nothing to do to take a look, couldn't help asking aloud when he saw this chaotic and boiling scene—
"Where's your instructor?!"
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