Two o'clock sharp.
Mo Shangyun, who was wandering around the campus, came to the training ground with the roster on time.
Chu Feiyin arrived ahead of schedule and had already sorted out the 80 members of the Tiger Company, still in nine rows and nine rows.
Mo Shangyun walked over leisurely.
"Instructor Mo!"
Chu Feiyin greeted her as always.
Mo Shangyun glanced at her, and just as he was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Clap-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack.
high speed.
After a while, Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xiao Lei who was jumping and running towards him. He almost exhausted all his strength, and when he arrived in front of Mo Shangyun, he stopped in time.
"Report to the instructor! I request to be listed!"
With his body tensed up, Xiao Lei raised his head and shouted word by word. His voice was loud and forceful, as if he was proving his 'health' to Mo Shangyun at the moment.
Mo Shangyun moved his toes and could think of why he came over in time.
There was Qin Xue's shooting class in the afternoon, and now he has left Qin Xue's platoon. He can only see Qin Xue when he is shooting. With Xiao Lei's deep affection for Qin Xue, it is not surprising that he came in such a hurry.
"All right?"
Mo Shangyun asked lazily, his eyelids drooping slightly, looking at his lower abdomen.
With her strength, although it won't hurt her internal organs, it will definitely hurt for a while now.
"Report, yes!" Noticing Mo Shangyun's eyes, Xiao Lei remembered the punch that morning, and gritted his teeth, "Thanks to the care of Instructor Mo and the school doctors, I have now fully recovered!"
When he said this, Xiao Lei tried his best not to make his anger and hatred too obvious.
Mo Shangjun pursed his lips and said two words, "Enter the ranks."
"Yes!"
Xiao Lei's expression loosened, and then he ran into the queue.
Mo Shangyun shrugged helplessly.
What a pity, even if her shooting teaching is not good, she will not hand over the Tiger Company to Qin Lian and Qin Xue to teach.
It's not that they are not qualified, but that their existence is inherently special, and they must be separated from other people, so as not to cause the teacher to be in the mood to teach and the students to be in the mood to learn.
- She believes that these rubbish of them have this ability.
"Stand in a military posture for half an hour," Mo Shangjun said to Chu Feiyin, "If you move one, you will be fined ten minutes."
"Yes!"
Chu Feiyin responded.
With Chu Feiyin present, Mo Shangyun didn't need to worry about this kind of supervision, so he took the roster and recorded their deductions on the side.
One missed opportunity, one point deducted.
Gee.
Xiao Lei deducted the most. In just one day, he deducted 4 points.
Others are fine, deterrence once or twice is the rule.
Mo Shangjun was taking notes in a leisurely manner, but the group of students, because of the instructor who stood in a military posture for nearly three hours yesterday, did not dare to move at all. There was sweat in the collar and even in the eyes, but they still didn't dare to move, their hands were tightly clasped.
Even Xiao Lei, who has always been unruly, was afraid that he would miss Qin Xue's shooting training due to the delay, so he stood in a military posture with concentration throughout the whole process, every nerve was tense, and he held on no matter how uncomfortable it was.
Half an hour later, Mo Shangyun's hand holding the pen was wet, and there was a dense layer of sweat on the palm of his hand.
When Chu Feiyin called to rest, Mo Shangjun raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun above his head.
This weather is hot and sultry.
If I remember correctly, things are going to change today.
After thinking about it, she put away the paper and pen, and stood up from the stool.
Going to a corner of the flower bed, he found the document bag that had been inside earlier, Mo Shangyun threw the paper and pen in his hand, and then carried the document bag to prepare to return to the team.
However, as soon as I turned around, I heard a cold voice—
"Mo Shangyun."
Ruan Yan
When Mo Shangjun heard the sound, he turned his head to look, and saw Ruan Yan who was wearing a training uniform.
Under the sun, Ruan Yan's figure was plated with golden light, a little dazzling, the brim of his hat was slightly lowered, and the sun cast a drooping shadow, which fell on his eyebrows, casting a layer of shadow.
He is still a handsome guy who attracts attention wherever he goes. He is born with an elegant and noble temperament, as handsome as a picture, and it is very seductive.
"Why do you have time to hang out?"
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Walk." Ruan Yan replied perfunctorily, stopped after approaching, put his hand in his trouser pocket at will, looked at her and asked, "Are you busy?"
Originally, I had no concept of time, but just now Wu Jiu called and asked him how the project was going. When it came to time, Ruan Yan realized that one third of the month had passed.
Thinking that Mo Shangyun will be leaving next month, and she has no intention of going to the Flying Eagle Special Forces, Ruan Yan decided to appropriately increase the opportunity for the two to "exchange feelings" and came over to have a look.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun reluctantly responded, and glanced at Tiger Lian who was in a resting state.
"Oh."
Ruan Yan followed her line of sight, and when she saw the group of loose people, her brows wrinkled unconsciously.
"Is this the company you brought?" Ruan Yan asked, his tone full of displeasure.
"Um."
"How long?"
"It's almost the end of the month," Mo Shangyun said. "There will be an assessment at the end of the month. Those who pass will be returned to the original row, and those who fail will be dismissed."
It is impossible for Mo Shangjun to really give them three months of military training here, so he only has one month's plan.
The end-of-month assessment and the results of pass and fail were also proposed by her in advance, and the school leaders agreed.
It's just that I haven't disclosed it to this group of people now.
"Assessment?"
Ruan Yan was a little sensitive to these two words - he subconsciously thought of the last time Mo Shangjun teamed up with his teammates.
It was also from that time that Mo Shangyun was really impressed.
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun gave him a sideways glance, then hooked his lips and said, "Of course, it's a bit special."
Speaking of which, I heard Chu Feiyin blowing the whistle.
Mo Shangjun looked down at the time, five minutes had passed, and it was time to rest.
"Wait a minute." Ruan Yan stopped her and went straight to the topic, "When are you considering going to Feiying?"
"I'll talk about this when I have time." Mo Shangjun smiled at him, "No hurry."
There are still twenty days.
I have been getting along well with Ruan Yan these past few days, and the plan of "trafficking and selling Ruan Yan" has to be slowly implemented.
However, Ruan Yan's temperament... can't be in a hurry.
Ruan Yan silently watched her walk towards the Tiger Company.
Didn't get a satisfactory result, Ruan Yan's expression was a little cold, and even when he looked at the group of students in the Tigers, there was a coldness in his eyes.
Under this high temperature exposure, strangely, the students of the Tiger Company felt that there was a momentary icy cold. However, most people regard it as a hallucination.
"Senior Ruan."
Just as he was troubled, a shout came from behind.
Ruan Yan didn't care whether he was calling him or not. He looked down at the table below, hesitating whether to wait for Mo Shangyun here to show his sincerity.
It just so happened that the weather was sultry enough to highlight his sincerity.
It's just that it's a bit unbearably hot again - this isn't training.
On the question of 'whether it's worth it', Ruan Yan spent a few seconds thinking deeply.
When Ruan Yan was about to make a decision, the person who was shouting behind him also got close. Feeling the movement of the air on the left shoulder and a scorching heat, Ruan Yan frowned in disgust, and then seemed to inadvertently turn to the right. one step.
"Ruan—"
Before the word 'senior' was called out, the hand that wanted to put it on Ruan Yan's shoulder fluttered, and the unexpected action made those two words automatically swallowed.
Shi Xiang's hand stopped awkwardly in place, and he blinked stupidly, looking at the person beside him who was dodging at an extremely fast speed.
Ruan Yan glanced at him and said lightly, "I don't like being touched."
Especially on such a hot day.
"oh oh."
After responding twice in a row, Shi Xiang coughed again, trying his best to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Mr. Ruan, hello."
Another soft and gentle voice came in at the right time, completely suppressing the awkward atmosphere.
Hearing the sound, Ruan Yan looked aside coldly.
After meeting several times, Mo Shangjun mentioned it again, and he was also suspected of being related to the project. Ruan Yan, no matter how blind he was, still managed to recognize the person who walked to Shi Xiang's side.
license.
Wearing a white dress, holding a sun umbrella, all her hair is bent up, bangs hanging down on her forehead, and a slight smile on her face, but—
Ruan Yan didn't like it, took a cursory glance, and after recognizing who she was, she withdrew her gaze.
"I'm not a 'teacher'." Ruan Yan said indifferently.
"Ah, sorry," Xu Ke nodded at him, expressing embarrassment, and then asked him a little suspiciously, "Then what should I call you?"
"… "
Ruan Yan frowned in disgust.
Does this person not know how to watch words
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