"Did you hear that?!"
With this shout, the smile on the boy who was pointed at by the loudspeaker gradually became dull.
However, the people next to him were also affected, trembling suddenly, and subconsciously raised their hands to cover their ears.
However, each of these moving people was smashed by surprise.
What followed was the threatening voice of Mo Shangyun—
"All stand up! Move, ten push-ups."
Before the words fell, they all withdrew their hands and put their hands down.
But the boy who was targeted earlier withdrew the corner of his mouth in disdain.
Mo Shangjun glanced at him coldly, raised his hand, grabbed his shoulder directly, and dragged him out of the queue.
"What are you doing?"
As soon as Mo Shangyun let go of him, he turned around and yelled angrily at Mo Shangyun, with a very bad attitude.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, and before he recovered, he directly grabbed his wrist and twisted it back, and at the same time, his toes kicked into his knee socket, causing him to kneel on one knee in pain.
Bending down slightly, Mo Shangjun twisted his hand back expressionlessly, but with just a little force, his face turned white in pain, and the large beads of sweat couldn't stop falling down.
Mo Shangyun raised his left hand again, pointed the speaker at his ear, and said in a stern voice: "Add one more, those who are not afraid of death, you can provoke me, but this kind of three-legged cat's kung fu doesn't need to be shamed. , I can't see it!"
After speaking, Mo Shangyun released the boy's hand and stood up straight at the same time.
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could react, Mo Shangyun shouted into his ear again—
"Return to the team!"
The man had tinnitus again, he turned around, and subconsciously wanted to roar at Mo Shangyun, but when he looked up, he noticed Mo Shangyun's expression of "you can continue to die", he swallowed, and forcefully The dirty words were swallowed.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up tenaciously from the ground, and then moved to his queue position.
Mo Shangjun waited for him to stand up, then he carried the trumpet and walked to the front leisurely.
"You guys, rest in place."
Passing by the two rows of people who were standing in the same place at first and became more and more focused on their standing posture, Mo Shangyun paused slightly and said lazily to them.
Hearing the sound, the nine people were stunned for no reason.
After regaining consciousness, they couldn't help but turn around in surprise, and several people looked at each other in dismay.
"sit down."
Seeing that they didn't move for a while, Mo Shangjun raised his horn and ordered in a slightly cold voice.
With such an order, they finally no longer hesitated, and sat down with a click.
However, one by one, they basically waited until they sat down with their legs crossed before they came back to their senses.
Realizing this, several of them couldn't help but glance at each other, only to feel that Mo Shangyun's aura was really scary.
Even Yan Jiale couldn't help but secretly glanced at Mo Shangyun, sighing that the friends her cousin could pick up and live with were different.
"Li-zheng, rest for a while."
After some tossing, Mo Shangyun finally shouted their familiar password.
Let them adjust the team in the shortest time, and Mo Shangjun began to let the 72 people start to stand in the military position.
"Half an hour, whoever moves around will add ten minutes to all of them," Mo Shangyun said slowly, "If you don't want to rest, just move."
After speaking, Mo Shangjun glanced at the person sitting on the ground, "How many of you—"
Before the words were finished, the nine people stood up from the ground in unison.
"Go there and rest."
Mo Shangjun pointed to a shady place with a tree next to him.
Such a different treatment made the nine people a little flattered.
However, Mo Shangyun didn't care so much, and quickly shouted: "Yan Jiale!"
"arrive!"
Yan Jiale shouted.
After looking at her, Mo Shangjun urged, "Help me stare at them."
Stunned for a moment, although Yan Jiale was surprised, he still shouted: "Yes!"
Mo Shangjun casually threw the horn to her, clapped his hands, and left.
Maybe because of the surname Yan, Mo Shangjun still has some trust in Yan Jiale, not to mention that she usually behaves well and tries her best to become a decent soldier.
As soon as she left, the formation that was standing in a military posture under the sun did not immediately disperse and mess up.
On the one hand, it was because they were not so bold, and on the other hand, it was because they did not know how long Mo Shangyun would walk, whether he really walked or deliberately tricked them.
It's just that, as time passed, many people couldn't hold back, their bodies were sore, sweat dripped, and their bodies were wet, hot and sticky.
Gradually, some people began to engage in small movements, relax their tense legs a little bit, and seize every opportunity to rest.
Can-
It is very unfortunate that Yan Jiale is a master who is not afraid of offending people.
"You, legs!"
Yan Jiale, who had been observing them with all his heart, raised his horn, came to the third row of the third boy with his left leg stretched forward, and spoke out to him in a sincere tone.
The boy was sweating profusely, and he was already irritable. When he saw Yan Jiale running over like a fox and a tiger, he immediately became angry and stared at Yan Jiale with wide-eyed eyes.
"How old are you?"
Boys are rude.
"Junzi doesn't stand like this." Yan Jiale repressed his anger and emphasized to him.
However, her serious appearance made many people around her sigh for a while.
"And let you teach?"
"You are so good at standing in a military posture, then you stand and show us."
"It's funny, running errands for Mo Shangyun, seems very proud."
…
Hearing the sound of mocking and sarcasm, Yan Jiale's strong anger rose up.
"Instructor Mo is right, you are a bunch of trash! You don't deserve to wear military uniforms!"
Yan Jiale roared at the loudspeaker, and the loud voice was even heard by the next few rows.
As soon as she finished speaking, the people around her became angry, and many of them stopped standing in a military posture and walked over directly. In a blink of an eye, several tall boys surrounded Yan Jia's band.
Some boys wanted to persuade a few words, but they were quickly pushed to the periphery.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Even those students who wanted to stand in a serious military posture were frightened by this situation.
"Trash? What are you who are with us?"
"Don't think you're a girl, we won't do anything to you!"
"Little girl's film ability, you are the only one who opened your mouth, right?"
…
Yan Jiale took a deep breath and raised her head to look at the boys who were taller than her, without the slightest timid expression.
Although she didn't learn a few kung fu moves, but—
The surname Yan is not easy to mess with!
"Want to fight, right?!" Yan Jiale threw the horn hard on one's foot, and when she took a step back in shock, she yelled at the people around her, "Come on!"
"… "
With such an imposing roar, she stunned the others for a while.
Although they are all "rubbish", but... they are not going to fight with girls.
But—damn, a girl like this is usually scared to cry when she bumps into this situation, right
So, the boys who didn't really plan to do it at first felt embarrassed to step back, and they didn't have the courage to do it, so they could only stand in the same place stupidly.
"What's the matter, after I leave for so long, you will learn to bully girls?"
While they were at a stalemate for a few moments, a familiar voice floated in, and the lazy tone made them feel uncomfortable everywhere, and they subconsciously dispersed.
Immediately after, Mo Shangyun's voice came again—
"Don't go in a hurry."
Mo Shangjun spoke in a condescending manner, without the slightest serious tone, as if she was just greeting her casually, but they had just seen her ability to subdue people with one move, but they dared not take her appearance as a kindness.
Sure enough, at the moment when they froze in place, Mo Shangyun said again—
"Just leave your seat, be honest and come to the front row."
"… "
The six people surrounding them all stood up reluctantly.
At the same time, Yan Jiale also picked up the horn on the ground, patted the dust on the horn with a guilty conscience, then walked out of the queue and walked straight to Mo Shangyun.
However, when he was about to come to Mo Shangyun, Yan Jiale discovered that Mo Shangyun was holding a small folded stool in his hand and a large bag, all of which were filled with herbal tea.
"Instructor Mo."
Taking back his thoughts, Yan Jiale handed over the horn.
Mo Shangjun freed a hand and took it, "Apart from them, who else moved?"
"Report," Yan Jiale looked at the queue and started reporting one by one, "the third in the first row, the sixth, the second in the second row, the seventh in the fourth row..."
Yan Jiale has completed all the reports, and there are 7 in total.
Among them, Xu Qin and Du Xiangxiang were successfully named.
At a certain distance, Mo Shangyun could see Du Xiangxiang's resentful gaze towards Yan Jiale.
Looking at Yan Jiale again, his serious appearance was unmoved by him.
161. Talk counts, add time! [Second update]