"Girl Mo, why are you here?"
There was a middle-aged man's inquiring voice coming from the door.
Hearing the sound was very familiar, Mo Shangyun turned around and looked towards the door.
Standing outside, it was Wu Jiu.
Wearing army uniforms, with two bars and four stars on his shoulders, and a bluffing national character face, he is full of mighty and upright spirit, full of leadership momentum.
But when he saw Mo Shangyun, the seriousness faded a bit, replaced by kindness and surprise, but it was not too obvious.
"Uncle Wu?"
Stunned for a moment, Mo Shangyun said hello.
At this time, seeing the people standing outside clearly, the instructor stood up with a snap, raised his hand and gave a military salute to the people outside the door.
"Hello, Chief!"
The instructor shouted eloquently.
At the same time, he glanced at Mo Shangyun from the corner of his eyes in horror.
uncle
Call a leader with two bars and four stars 'uncle' and look familiar.
What is the origin of the transferred military training instructor
"Okay, okay," Wu Jiu walked in, waved to the instructor, and then glanced at Mo Shangyun, "Aren't you supposed to be in the reconnaissance camp now, why are you here?"
Mo Shangyun, who was still hesitating whether to give him a salute, raised his hand and touched his nose, "A guest role as a military training instructor."
"You?" Wu Jiu didn't hide his surprise at all, and carefully swept Mo Shangyun around, "With military training?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun nodded calmly.
"Or take their school's military training?" Wu Jiubei glanced at the instructor behind him meaningfully.
For some reason, being swept away by his eyes, the instructor suddenly felt that he was useless.
"Well." Mo Shangyun continued to nod.
Frowning his brows tightly, Wu Jiu shook his head helplessly and said, "Even if you don't want to lead the special forces, you shouldn't run here, right?"
"… "
Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
She was sure that Wu Jiu had definitely listened to the conversation she had just had with the instructor, otherwise she would not have been so deliberate.
Special forces
Also... band and soldiers? !
The instructor glanced at the two of them quickly, then lowered his head suddenly.
I go!
Why is there no news about this kind of thing
"You are this?"
To avoid the continued embarrassment of the atmosphere, Mo Shangyun appropriately changed the subject.
Wu Jiu said: "I'm going to get a scientific research project next. I'll come and choose a few people."
"you?"
Mo Shangyun looked at him thoughtfully.
Wu Jiu smiled and said, "Are you looking down on me?"
"If you're doing scientific research... it's a little bit." Mo Shangyun was very sincere.
"Haha," Wu Jiu laughed, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, then said, "Don't worry, I've dug a powerful character... By the way, do you want to meet?"
"Not interested in."
Mo Shangyun answered very decisively.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Wu Jiu wanted to say something, but there was another knock on the door outside.
"Hello, Chief!" A young voice floated out from outside, followed the man in, and said to Wu Jiu, "I've found everything you want."
"Okay." Wu Jiu nodded, then looked at Mo Shangyun, "Want to take a look?"
Mo Shangyun shrugged, and just as he was about to refuse, he heard that young voice—
"Sister Mo?"
Mo Shangyun: "..."
How did you know it again
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun looked up at the young man who was speaking.
Twenty-four or five years old, tall and thin, he is estimated to be about 1.9 meters tall, with a decent body, handsome and good-looking, and is a more eye-catching type.
However, Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, and there is no such existence in his memory.
Not to mention remembering what his name was.
"You know each other?" Wu Jiu asked.
"Yes." The young man nodded, looked at Mo Shangyun with a smile, and answered rightly, "Me and Mo Xuemei were alumni of a school and participated in a club."
"… "
Mo Shangyun listened quietly, without saying anything.
No matter what he said, she didn't know him anyway.
"Oh, that's it." Wu Jiu nodded, "I remember which class head teacher you were?"
"Yes, I am the head teacher of this year's instrument science and technology major." The young man said.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
Yes, what a coincidence!
"Introduction," the neglected instructor stood up in a timely manner, pointed to Mo Shangyun, and said, "Shi Xiang, your junior girl, just happened to lead your class's military training."
time item
Acquaintance
Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
"Really?" Shi Xiang was a little surprised, and smiled at Mo Shangyun, "Instructor Mo, then you will have to work hard."
"She wants information about your class..." the instructor said again.
"Okay, then give it to her."
Shi Xiang nodded without hesitation, agreeing extremely readily.
Instructor: "..."
what happened? !
Although Shi Xiang was just transferred over, he was not so perfunctory in his previous work!
"Thank you." Mo Shangyun nodded in thanks.
Shi Xiang looked at her with a smile, said nothing, and then left with Wu Jiu.
Mo Shangyun and the instructor watched them leave.
After the two disappeared at the door, the instructor withdrew his gaze, and then looked at Mo Shangyun with a hint of depression in his eyes.
The school invited this time is not a military training instructor, but a little ancestor.
Two minutes later, the instructor let Mo Shangjun sit at his desk and browsed the information of the students majoring in instrument science and technology on his office computer.
The instructor was still thinking about what to do if Mo Shangyun wanted to print the manuscript, and what legitimate reason should he find to refuse, but he was very nervous for half an hour, and Mo Shangyun didn't even mention this.
She also only looked at the student materials on the computer.
Then, ask for a copy of their roster.
"correct."
After taking the roster, Mo Shangjun got up and was about to leave, but stopped again.
The instructor's eyes widened, and he felt his heart slam down again.
"Do I need to write a review for the riots caused in the morning?" Mo Shangyun asked directly, raising his eyebrows.
"No, no need."
Seeing Mo Shangjun's question so readily, the instructor immediately shook his head.
This posture... He really didn't know whether it was a good attitude to admit his mistake, or a vague threat.
"That's fine." Mo Shangyun nodded.
No need to write, just fine.
I thought they would seize this matter and give her a good ideological education class.
11:30.
Mo Shangyun returned to the training ground.
At first glance, the military training is basically going very smoothly. In the morning, standing in the military posture, standing at attention, taking a break, and reporting the number, all practiced in a similar manner.
After disappearing for more than an hour, Mo Shangyun, who reappeared here, undoubtedly attracted the attention of many instructors and freshmen in the third battalion.
Of course, Mo Shangyun had long been accustomed to it, and walked to the third row without looking sideways.
very good.
- All the people in the third row are resting, including the two squad leaders.
As soon as I saw Mo Shangyun's figure, I don't know who took the lead and shouted, and then all stood up from the ground, a huge smash.
Chu Feiyin, who was standing on the side, also saw Mo Shangyun smoothly. She didn't panic, but when Mo Shangyun approached, she explained, "Instructor Mo, they just rested."
"Um."
Mo Shangyun took the words flatly.
Um
You mean, that's how things turned around
"How long have you rested?" Mo Shangyun glanced at the freshman who was dripping with sweat.
"five minutes."
Looking down at her watch, Chu Feiyin replied.
"Okay." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, and then walked towards this group of disgusting freshmen who were abused by a military figure.
Everyone now sees her as being a little cautious and fearful.
They were so tired that they couldn't care about anything with Mo Shangyun, always thinking about rest, rest, rest.
Provocation and resistance, let's talk when they have rested!
"gather!"
Mo Shangjun said the two words they didn't want to hear at the moment.
A group of snarling cabbage leaves gathered feebly towards the center.
"Li-zheng, rest for a while!"
"stand at attention!"
The two passwords made them reluctantly cheer up.
"Stand for another ten minutes." Mo Shangyun said.
A group of devastated motherland flowers, roaring out a word with all their strength—
"Yes!"
ten minutes!
Compared with half an hour, it is still worth it!
They can only comfort themselves in this way.
Mo Shangjun took the wicker from Chu Feiyin and continued to wander in the queue.
good.
After two hours of standing up, these freshmen stand a bit interesting. They are no longer crooked, and there are no all kinds of strange irregular movements. Although there are still some small problems, they can still make it work. people are satisfied.
In these ten minutes, the three rows of freshmen who saw the end of the day were extremely anxious, and they only hated that every second passed too slowly to end in a blink of an eye.
Ten minutes, it's over.
Mo Shangyun stood in front of the queue, glanced at his watch, and gently hooked his lower lip.
113. Wait until you become the battalion commander [37]