Seeing that Mo Shangjun had no intention of going back, Lin Mao did not persuade her, but waited with her downstairs in the dormitory.
However, during this period of time, Lin Mao discovered that Mo Shangjun was not idle. He was holding a notebook in his hand, sometimes staring in the direction of the dormitory, and sometimes writing and drawing in the notebook.
Lin Mao looked back and forth for several times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
After writing the name, Mo Shangjun stopped and said, "Train your instant memory."
"What?"
Lin Mao didn't understand what Mo Shangjun meant.
Mo Shangyun shook the notebook in his hand and then threw it to Lin Mao.
Lin Mao raised his hand to fish it out, looked down curiously, and saw the densely packed names and dormitories on it. He couldn't help but be stunned for a while.
"Students choose their dormitories at random. You read them twice and you memorized them all?" Lin Mao asked in disbelief, looking at Mo Shangjun as if he was looking at a pervert.
After asking, Lin Mao suddenly realized - not necessarily twice. The first time is uncertain. The only ones that can be determined are the ones who choose the bed, and those who are not determined will still be randomly selected the second time.
The dormitory has floors.
However, not to mention whether Mo Shangyun's memory was correct, Mo Shangyun all numbered the fifty-four people one by one and then wrote them down?
Mo Shangyun said modestly: "There may be something wrong."
This is indeed modest, because the chance of her making a mistake is extremely small.
Three years after Su Mingsha trained her, as long as Su Mingsha was around, she would observe almost everything around her, and even all of Su Mingsha's actions.
Because Su Mingsha always makes random checks unexpectedly, and even if he answers a slightly wrong question, Su Mingsha will punish him.
Moreover, if Su Mingsha doesn't punish people, when he punishes people, it will be hell.
Punishment always makes people improve, especially a "genius" like Mo Shangjun, who is used to completing tasks successfully and has always hated punishment, so under the punishment system, he made rapid progress.
It's just that since they left, Mo Shangyun has been a little lax in many trainings - after all, she lacks someone who can supervise her at any time, and she subconsciously doesn't want to recall them all the time. At that time, Song Xiuliang simply suggested that she stop all training.
Later, she stopped using many of the trainings, and instead arranged other trainings that suited her physical fitness to prevent her military skills from plummeting.
However, as soon as he came to a place like this, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but recall those trainings, and occasionally wanted to stretch his muscles.
She has to face it anyway.
Lin Mao returned the notebook to her.
"We will be eliminated once a week. Maybe some of the people you remember now will be gone in a few days." Lin Mao reminded tactfully.
In his opinion, Mo Shangyun may have done useless work. If Chen Yu knew about it, he would not praise Mo Shangyun, but would scold Mo Shangyun for wasting time.
"It is possible that we will meet them in the future..." Mo Shangjun said lightly, then turned to look at Lin Mao, "They are all elites. Come and visit them. It would be a pity if everyone can remember them."
Everyone thinks about doing things and how to do things efficiently, but often throws away "emotion", so many people are ignored as a matter of course.
There is no denying that this is human nature.
Moreover, caring about everyone's thoughts can be said to be naive - quite naive.
However, a waste of time is a waste of time.
Mo Shangjun has that thought and ability.
She can remember them in a short period of time and put them in their place. Likewise, she can also ensure the efficiency of everything she does.
Those who can come here are not really trash, they are all carefully selected, even if some people's performance is unsatisfactory, most of them are outstanding.
No one would want to give up this opportunity.
If they have worked hard, then Mo Shangyun feels that remembering their time is not a waste.
Maybe they don't care.
However, there are always people who are curious about it.
Lin Mao couldn't quite understand what Mo Shangjun meant, but he knew that everyone was an independent individual and it was natural to have different ideas. He couldn't understand it, but that didn't mean he would disrespect it.
Therefore, even if he did not investigate further, he did not deny Mo Shangyun's approach.
——Everything is based on the premise of doing good things. The rest, no matter how much useless work she wants to do, is her own business.
Waiting is a boring thing, but interesting people can turn it into an interesting thing.
Lin Mao was idle. Seeing how powerful Mo Shangjun's instant memory was, he asked her if she remembered the situation of the male soldiers. Mo Shangjun nodded and said she remembered a few, so Lin Mao made a bet with her on a whim. He asked how many,
As long as Mo Shangyun answers correctly, Mo Shangyun will be responsible for the daily summary for this week.
If you don't accept the pie-in-the-sky thing at this time, you'd be a fool.
Mo Shangjun nodded and agreed to Lin Mao.
Lin Mao did not embarrass her, and asked about the situation of several more conspicuous students. After watching Mo Shangyun mark the dormitory numbers behind their names one by one, Lin Mao doubtfully tore them off and put them away, planning to compare them in person.
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Soon, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
"It's time."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.
Lin Mao sent her several forms.
This is the first night for the students. The previous ones were all a show of force, but their show of force is not over yet.
While they are all asleep, urging them to fill out the dormitory list form is somewhat of a torture.
All in all, their mission is to make the students have no peace tonight.
After taking their respective forms, Mo Shangjun and Lin Mao happily walked towards the dormitory building.
*
"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock."
"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock."
"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock."
…
The never-ending knocking on the door was like a soul calling, pulling the students who had just fallen asleep out of their sleep.
However, this gentle, polite and educated voice was not enough to wake them up in a short time.
So the next moment, they heard a cruel and harsh sound——
"Dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong!"
Very loud gong sound!
Someone brushed me and I stood up from the bed.
"Damn it, am I being saved?!" someone yelled angrily.
"Who is it? The door is not locked, so you can't kick it in and break in?"
"Damn it, do you dare to be more perverted? This cold wind is freezing me. I can't sleep well. I finally fell asleep. You just do this to me! How shameless are you?!"
"Damn it! Gongs, drums, gongs and drums, if you can, bring the drums up too!"
…
Suddenly, everyone went crazy.
The sound of "dong-dong-dong-dong" woke everyone up. No matter how soundly they slept, they still stood up like carps, as if they were lying dead.
However, the first person to open the door not only had no time to curse, but also didn't even see who the person was. He was stuffed with paper and pen and was told - "Fill in the form within three minutes."
Four dormitories in a row are all like this.
When Mo Shangjun finished handing out the last form, he stood in the corridor and watched them getting furious in such a dilapidated house, and even more furiously greeted her ancestors directly.
However, she just lightly touched her ears and let them tear her throat, and no one paid any attention to them.
I still have the energy to curse people now, and it will be nice to have the energy to breathe tomorrow...
Some people here still think that it will be similar to the training camp in April, which is really fanciful.
Fortunately, they scolded each other, but they also wrote their names while scolding, so they were never idle.
But most of the time, after finishing writing, I fell asleep and didn’t care about scolding.
The sound gradually died down.
"I don't need any more paper from outside -" Liang Zhiqiong's sleepy voice came from the first dormitory, but when he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Mo Shangyun. He immediately sobered up a little and cursed angrily, "Damn, Mo
Shangjun!"
Mo Shangjun walked over calmly and glanced sideways at Liang Zhiqiong, who was staring furiously. He raised his elbow and put it on her shoulder, then stretched out his fingers to pinch her ears and pulled them aside. The pain immediately made Liang Zhiqiong grimace.
of.
"What did you call me?"
Mo Shangjun grabbed the paper and pen with his other hand.
"Instructor Mo! Instructor Mo, that's it!"
Liang Zhiqiong, who had been so arrogant and high-spirited just now, surrendered in a whimpering manner in just a few seconds.
Don't take such abuse of private life!
Mo Shangjun let go of her.
Liang Zhiqiong immediately took a step back, raised her hand to touch her red ears, and wanted to curse, but she was afraid of pain and held back her words.
"Is there anything else?" Liang Zhiqiong asked.
Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangyun said: "No more."
Unable to help but yawn, Liang Zhiqiong raised her finger and pointed to the dormitory, and then said: "Then I'm going to sleep."
Mo Shangjun asked with a half-smile, "Do you want me to invite you to sleep?"
Sensing the ill intentions in Mo Shangjun's words, Liang Zhiqiong slammed the door shut and ran back with a bang.
From the sound, she probably didn't even put on her shoes, she just put them on and then ran on tiptoe.
Mo Shangjun chuckled helplessly, turned around, and went to collect the paper and pens from other dormitories.
In order to sleep, they worked very fast and wrote their names in minutes.
It's just that the handwriting is terrible.
Mo Shangjun browsed through it under the light and found that there were a few with clear and neat handwriting.
For example, Zhong Lingyue, Tang Shi, Lan Yu, etc.
Even Liang Zhiqiong's handwriting can be neatly drawn.
After taking the paper and gongs and drums and going downstairs, Mo Shangyun glanced around and found Lin Mao standing under the street lamp, holding the papers she had written on and comparing them one by one with the list in his hand.
Seeing his sad expression, Mo Shangyun felt reassured.
However, the necessary humility is still required.
Mo Shangjun walked over and asked politely: "How is it?"
Lin Mao raised his head, put the paper away, and then glared at her.
——Damn it, do you dare to be more perverted?!
She guessed all the people he randomly selected!
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)