026, show strength [eight] continue to run penalty
Mo Shangjun, who forcibly roped Liang Zhiqiong into the gang, did not tell Liang Zhiqiong the bad news that night.
However, Mo Shangjun still participated in the subsequent training of Baili Zhao's group.
I have to admit that Baili Zhao's training arrangement is very unscientific. All high-intensity training is arranged together, and the rest time is very short. Basically, he has to continue to participate in subsequent subjects before he has recovered.
Therefore, Mo Shangyun slightly adjusted Baili Zhao's training, at least interweaving high-intensity and low-intensity training, so that students who are not as inhuman as Baili Zhao can relax.
Baili Zhao didn't know whether Mo Shangjun's arrangement was effective, but she was certain that this night, she didn't curse as much as before, and her throat didn't feel hoarse or painful.
That's right, there are fewer opportunities for her to open her mouth and curse.
Therefore, after thinking about it carefully, Baili Zhao still felt that Mo Shangyun's exchange had a certain effect.
Ten p.m.
Mo Shangjun was about to go home, but before he could leave, he was stopped by Baili Zhao.
Baili Zhaodao: "Mo Shangyun, there will be another five 500."
As if doubting his hearing, Mo Shangjun turned around, carefully looked around at the half-dead students, and then asked Baili Zhao uncertainly: "What did you say?"
Glancing at Mo Shangyun, who had managed to persist until now, Baili Zhao was surprised by Mo Shangyun's reaction, but he still repeated what he said before truthfully.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his ears, and asked in disbelief: "Excuse me, do you know how to write the four words 'eager for success'?"
Whatever you do, don't overdo it.
Although the possibility of falling down on the training field is extremely small, extreme training should not be excessive, as it will cause excessive damage to the body, which will affect subsequent training.
Even, good health.
The level of training tonight was enough for those people.
Five more 500 yuan is already beyond their acceptance range.
Frowning, Baili Zhao said: "They came here like this yesterday."
Mo Shangjun was happy, "But do you think they are in better condition now than yesterday?"
Baili Zhao looked around and finally said: "You'll get used to it in a few days."
"..."
Mo Shangjun was speechless.
Seeing something amiss from Mo Shangjun's expression, Baili Zhao looked at them again.
Well...it's a bit worse than yesterday.
"Otherwise," Baili Zhao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's forget it for today."
"yeah!"
"Oh my God, am I dreaming?!"
"I'm liberated, I'm liberated. Who can help me? I'm going to sleep on the floor in the dormitory!"
…
The group of people who had been pretending to be dead a moment ago suddenly jumped to life.
However, this only lasts for a few seconds.
Because after the excitement, they really found that they couldn't move.
Then there was a cry of mourning, one asked the other to pull, and the other asked the other to pull. After getting up with difficulty, they said goodbye to Baili Zhao one by one, and then helped each other towards the dormitory building.
Baili Zhao thought to himself that what Mo Shangyun said might be right.
Mo Shangyun shrugged and planned to walk back.
However, things didn't go as planned.
A familiar-looking jeep appeared from the field of vision and looked directly in her direction.
Seeing the license plate number that he remembered so well, Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Oh shit.
She had been feeling her right eyelid twitching for the past two hours, and she felt something was wrong...
The jeep stopped.
The car door did not open, but a familiar hand stretched out and made a gesture in Mo Shangyun's direction.
The meaning is clear, but Mo Shangyun translated it as - "Get over here."
Invisibly, Mo Shangjun seemed to have heard Yan Tianxing say these three words himself, so he felt a little irritable for some reason, but suppressed his displeasure and trotted to the side of the jeep.
Stand still.
As soon as he lowered his head, Mo Shangyun saw Yan Tianxing sitting idle in the car. That handsome and enchanting face was hidden in the dark, looming. After noticing Mo Shangyun approaching, he raised his eyelids and looked at Mo.
Shang Yun took a look.
That posture couldn't be more hateful.
If he hadn't been so handsome, Mo Shangjun might have punched him.
"Report!"
This time, without even saluting, Mo Shangyun stood up straight and shouted directly.
Putting his elbows on the open car window, Yan Tianxing suddenly leaned forward and looked forward. His handsome face suddenly appeared in the light of the street lamp. For a moment, Mo Shangjun's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.
Damn it, he is good-looking and shows off every day.
Mo Shangyun thought so.
At the same time, Yan Tianxing had a smile in his eyes and asked Mo Shangjun in a consultative tone: "How many laps do you think is appropriate to run tonight?"
Mo Shangjun was startled for a moment, and then showed an expression of "Sure enough," he said.
The so-called "public revenge" is definitely not as simple as the fifty laps last night.
Those fifty laps yesterday should be just the beginning.
Mo Shangyun asked resignedly: "Can the report be less?"
Yan Tianxing raised his lips and asked, "What do you think?"
After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked again: "Can you run together?"
After helping her think about it, Yan Tianxing replied: "It's okay to dream."
"Fifty one!"
Mo Shangjun was decisive.
Hearing this, Yan Tianxing nodded in agreement, "Okay, then sixty laps."
"..."
Seeing Yan Tianxing say such shameless words in a serious manner, Mo Shangyun didn't know how to complain about him for a moment.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)