"Li-zheng, rest for a while!"
After shouting a slogan, Mo Shangjun waved to the school medical team, and someone immediately understood and brought her a small stool.
Taking the small stool, Mo Shangyun put it on the ground, and then sat down lazily under the horrified gaze of everyone.
"Next, line up for training."
Mo Shangjun held up his horn and shouted in a daze, without the seriousness and seriousness that an instructor should have.
The crowd dared not to speak out.
After clearing his throat, Mo Shangyun did not aim at the loudspeaker. Instead, he pressed the playback button and put the loudspeaker on the ground.
Soon, I heard a loud and bright male voice coming from the loudspeaker—
"To the left!"
Everyone: "..." with a confused expression.
Because they were too stunned, they couldn't help but stand in place, but they didn't react at all.
Seeing this, Mo Shangjun picked up the horn and continued to amplify, "You instructors have a fragile voice, it's not worth it to destroy your voice for your group of garbage, before you are not qualified to let me shout the slogan in person, you can only be dealt with— Just like you deal with your military training instructors."
After speaking, Mo Shangyun said coldly, "Come again!"
The speakers are removed and the sound is replayed.
"To the left!"
"Snapped!"
Everyone keeps turning around.
"turn right!"
"turn back!"
"turn back!"
…
A recording is 120 seconds long, two full minutes. After a complete password is over, it starts again, and the cycle repeats. Because the time is too long, they can't even remember the first few passwords.
Gradually, they heard it—the voice shouting slogans came from the computer department instructor next door, Xiang Yongming.
They secretly scolded Yongming thousands of times.
As for Mo Shangyun, after throwing the loudspeaker at his feet, he picked up the folder, opened it, and scribbled on it with a signature pen. Very attentive.
After practicing for half an hour, they felt that the two feet they had hit so hard were going to be abolished, and Mo Shangyun suddenly raised his eyes and swept them around.
Then, the horn was knocked off.
"Rest in place for five minutes."
Throwing seven words at them, Mo Shangjun lowered his head again, didn't pay any attention to them at all, and continued to flip through his folders.
This attitude makes people angry.
As an instructor, how can you be so lazy and casual? !
However, this group of people has also learned a lesson - Mo Shangjun is repaying his own body with his own way.
As Mo Shangjun said, how they dealt with their military training instructors in the previous week, Mo Shangjun will deal with them now.
Moreover, as an instructor specially approved by the Tigers, since Mo Shangjun dared to do such a behavior that was not in line with the instructor, he must have obtained permission, otherwise it would be impossible to do so.
Thinking of this, they are even more depressed.
Beating and beating, scolding and scolding, not even a bad attitude... Damn, they're really useless.
Originally, they were like monkeys who were happy when they rested in their own row, but now, they could only fall to the ground weakly, deeply feeling the principle of Feng Shui taking turns, and at the same time lamented the ruthlessness and desolation of this world.
I really want to go back to the previous row...
Many people raised their heads, looked in the direction of the platoon they used to be in, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the face of the former military training instructor, which was surprisingly friendly.
They were full of tears and grieved that they would never be able to return to the past.
Just as they were flooded with emotions, grief and loss were surging, five minutes had come.
Mo Shangjun closed the folder, then picked up the speaker, and finally stood up from the stool.
"gather!"
Mo Shangjun shouted with a loudspeaker. He really didn't waste any amplification equipment and was reluctant to hurt his throat.
After quickly adjusting the team, Mo Shangyun issued the password: "Backward - turn!"
Everyone obediently turned back and faced the runway.
"Did you see the platoon running?" Mo Shangjun raised his voice.
"Look~ I see~."
Everyone answered feebly, only the nine people who had been bought shouted in awe.
"Ask again, did you see it?" Mo Shangjun walked forward slowly.
"I see!"
This time, it was a little louder.
Walking to the laziest boy, Mo Shangyun pointed his loudspeaker at his head and raised his voice word by word, "I, listen, no, here!"
"Look-to-!"
The crowd roared in dismay.
The boy Mo Shangyun was staring at roared in panic, resisting not to fall.
Mo Shangyun retracted the horn and walked to the last row.
"Follow them," Mo Shangjun said loudly, "after they finish running, leave one behind, add 100 meters, and so on..."
Having said that, Mo Shangyun turned around and glanced at the scumbags, "Don't worry about the time, I have time to accompany you before six forty."
Everyone: "… "
After waiting for three seconds, Mo Shangyun raised his brows and asked with a half-smile, "Not yet?"
"Yes!"
A group of people responded in despair.
Then, sparsely landed and started running in the direction of the track, trying to keep up with the platoon led by Xiang Yongming.
Looking at their untidy team, Mo Shangjun turned off the horn and casually withdrew his gaze.
In the distance, Mo Shangyun pretended not to see Xiang Yongming's mournful gaze.
…
Unsurprisingly, within a lap, someone from the Tiger Company was left behind.
Xu Qin was honored to be one of them, and Miao Dong, who was originally physically fit, automatically left the team to accompany and encourage her.
Mo Shangjun moved a stool and sat in the shade, asked the school medical team about the most likely accidents during military training, and asked them how to deal with some symptoms.
As for general fractures, knife wounds and other issues, Mo Shangyun still has a certain understanding, because he has been injured. But she really didn't know anything about heat stroke and other issues. Now that she has the opportunity, it's not a bad idea to ask the school doctor to learn.
Seeing that she was so active, the school doctors were very satisfied with this young officer, so they answered all the questions asked by Mo Shangyun.
It didn't take long, talking and talking, the platoon led by Xiang Yongming had already run out.
Mo Shangjun took the time to take a look and found that there were about 30 people left behind - these people were basically divided by Mo Shangjun into two categories: "hard work but no results" and "self-abandonment".
Seeing this, she hooked her lips with interest.
Unexpectedly yes.
In her plan, she has made plans to leave behind forty people.
It can be seen that some people are not incapable, but they just don't use their best.
After clapping his hands, Mo Shangjun said goodbye to the school medical team, then walked to the playground and gathered all 82 of them.
A total of 32 people were left behind, with an additional 3,200 meters, and there was no room for negotiation.
In front of Mo Shangyun, they didn't dare to make any further act of disobedience and ran away in a proper manner, but as soon as they ran away, Mo Shangyun heard all kinds of scolding, a group of people were indignant, and the swear words continued one after another. It came, and then gradually drifted away.
Mo Shangyun didn't care about this, and just waited aside, watching them arrogantly after running away, and watching them run close and bow their heads like a turtle grandson.
He didn't dare to scold this face to face, and Mo Shangyun also obeyed.
For the next 3,200 meters, Mo Shangjun was always supervising the finish line, not less than one meter. In the end, they delayed until 6:30 before disbanding.
At this point, freshmen can't eat in the cafeteria. If they have the ability, they can go to the supermarket to buy some food to eat, but—
Lin Mao didn't even give them this chance.
After not seeing Mo Shangyun going to eat in the cafeteria, Lin Mao put down his job and rushed here, just before they disbanded.
"Little Mo, why are you still spending time with them?" Lin Mao waved at Mo Shangyun, and then urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, go eat, it's not good to be hungry."
Mo Shangyun tilted his head to look at him, and before he had time to respond, he saw Lin Mao approaching and said to her, "Just leave these boys to me."
"Yes!"
Mo Shangyun responded.
"Let's go, hurry up." Lin Mao continued to urge.
"Row."
Nodding his head, Mo Shangjun left the 82 students behind and turned to leave.
In the distance, I heard Lin Mao’s loud and clear voice—
"It's all good, your instructors are under the pressure of the whole school to bring you, and you dare to delay people's dinner. Well, it's late anyway, the assembly hall at 6:40, your performance is so poor, I will personally lead you to the auditorium. , anyway, in terms of being on time, we can still do it..."
Mo Shangyun, who was far away, raised his hand and touched his nose, a little cautious.
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