Three stones flew towards the rough man in succession.
The first stone hit the rough man trying to grab the student's hand, the second stone hit the left knee of the rough man who was about to rush towards the student, and the third stone hit the rough man's forehead.
Mo Shangjun's stones have no ability to hurt people, but it is normal for people to pause after feeling pain, so the rough man was successfully delayed by Mo Shangjun for a few seconds.
In just a few seconds, the student rolled on the ground, rolled directly past the flag, and grabbed a "yellow flag man" in his hand.
"..."
The rough man watched all this happen, but he had absolutely no room for resistance.
Worri!
That’s it?!
He also wanted to keep it safe and show the team of brats that they were not the ones to cover it up, but... at the last critical moment, the student who had been beaten to death took advantage of the opportunity and captured the flag?!
The rough man felt that his brave heart was shattered into pieces under the impact of those three stones, and he was afraid that even glue could not hold it together.
He collapsed and sat on the ground, then rolled his eyes at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun coughed lightly and gave him a stern gesture: "I'm sorry!"
"..." The rough man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed in despair, "The winner is the king or the loser, you can kill or behead him as you please."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
At this moment, the student grabbed the yellow flag and stumbled towards Mo Shangyun, holding his lower abdomen.
"Thank you, really thank you."
The student thanked Mo Shangyun with tears of gratitude.
If it weren't for Mo Shangjun, he would definitely be eliminated this time.
"It's a small effort," Mo Shangyun said with a chuckle, "just repay the kindness."
As she said this, she looked at the student.
His originally handsome appearance was now almost ruined. I saw scratches and abrasions on his face in the morning, probably from training, and now there are traces of beatings - there are bruises at the corners of his eyes and cracks at the corners of his mouth.
, there was a nosebleed, the left side of the face was slightly swollen, and there were already scars on the face, not to mention the ones on the body.
It was obvious that he wanted to straighten his body, but the pain in his body made him grinning in pain even if he moved even a little bit.
Mo Shangyun said "repaying kindness", that was just one of the reasons.
A glance at the piece of paper and his kindness were enough for her to help her.
However, there was another reason for her to take action - that is, he gritted his teeth and persisted. Even though he was scarred, he never backed down. He didn't know how to advance or retreat. He was not smart enough, but he was persistent enough.
To be able to make the instructors helplessly give him advice, one can imagine how strong his tenacity and persistence are, and he should have received a lot of beatings before this.
From a certain perspective, he may actually be a bit stupid.
However, that didn't stop her from appreciating such a single-minded person.
There are always people who are not smart enough, but there are very few who can persevere at all costs.
"Then..." The student thought of what happened in the morning, but she didn't expect that she thought it was 'favor'. She suddenly felt embarrassed, lowered her head in shame, and said softly, "That doesn't count."
"It's not that I bully him, it's that he is really difficult to deal with. I really had no choice but to do it." The rough man said a little embarrassed, and then urged, "Take him to have a look quickly, it's vital."
I've avoided all the places, and with a little bit of treatment, I should be able to survive for a while."
"Thank you." Mo Shangyun smiled at him.
The rough man slapped his leg and said boldly: "Thank you for what you are, children of the world!"
Student: "..." Something seems to be wrong with the way things are going?
After a second thought, the rough man said to Mo Shangyun again: "Come and hang out with our second team when you have time, and you can teach us how to throw stones!"
"OK."
Mo Shangyun responded cheerfully.
Junior student: "..." Something is definitely wrong. Why does it feel like Mo Shangyun suddenly became so familiar with him?
Raising his hand to grab the little student's arm, Mo Shangjun said, "Let's go."
"I, I can go by myself."
Suddenly caught by her, the little student stammered and his face turned red with embarrassment.
Mo Shangjun looked at him, "Really?"
"..."
The little student was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangyun chuckled lightly, without letting go of him, and directly supported him down the mountain.
——Originally, I wanted to drag him away, but this kid was thin-skinned and was afraid it would leave a psychological shadow, so Mo Shangyun decided to give up.
The two chatted for a few words on the way, but because the young practitioner was too nervous, Mo Shangjun stopped talking after learning his name.
Because this place is relatively close to the base, it happened to be half past four when we returned to the base.
Four-thirty is the time when the assessment ends, and it is not the time for them to return to the base to gather, so Mo Shangyun said hello to the instructors wandering around the base, and took the young student to the infirmary to check his injuries.
.
As the rough guy said, it did not injure the vital parts of the young student, but only caused the young student to feel pain and give up the continuous attack, so what he suffered were basically superficial injuries.
However, the skin injury alone looked miserable.
Everything on my body was bruised, red and swollen, and few areas of my skin were healthy.
Mo Shangjun saw her accidentally when she entered the door, but quickly left - fearing that the young practitioner would not dare to look at her again.
The hygienist in the infirmary seemed to be accustomed to this kind of injury. He helped to treat the injury without changing his expression, and then slightly treated the marks on his face. He applied some medicine to the red and swollen areas and the problem was gone. If the skin was broken, he applied it.
It took less than half an hour to put on a band-aid and finish the whole process.
Mo Shangjun, who had probably finished the treatment, entered the infirmary again. When he saw the hygienist, he sighed: "When we fight in the future, just cover your face. Look at your little face. How handsome it is. It's hurt."
The loss is huge. Nothing else matters."
Junior student: "..." Oh, that's it.
Mo Shangyun: "..." Oh, can it still be like this?
Five minutes later, the two left the infirmary.
"Thank you so much for today."
Not long after the young student walked out, he faced Mo Shangyun and bowed deeply to her.
He was used to dealing with the thick-skinned Su Bei and others as well as the unconventional GS9. It was rare to see such a serious and introverted student. Mo Shangyun had almost forgotten how to get along with such a person.
"As I said, repay the favor." Mo Shangjun resisted the urge to turn around, brushing aside the topic lightly, and then asked, "Have you shown that piece of paper to anyone else?"
The young student quickly said: "Only Ding Jing and Yan Gui watched."
"oh."
Mo Shangyun nodded.
After hesitating for a moment, the young student added: "Ding Jing met me around 9:30 and asked me to look at the piece of paper. Then she went down the mountain. Oh, she still had a red flag in her hand."
I got the red flag in an hour...
Mo Shangjun's eyes sank slightly.
——This has to be a matter of luck, right?
"What, what's wrong?"
Sensing that something was wrong with Mo Shangyun's expression, the young student immediately asked nervously.
"It's okay," Mo Shangyun said calmly, "Can I leave?"
"OK."
The little student nodded hurriedly.
In fact, the injury was not serious, but the pain was so severe that I couldn't walk. Every movement caused bruises all over my body, and the pain was a bit unbearable.
However, after resting for so long, he has recovered. Although it still hurts, it is within a tolerable range.
Mo Shangjun said: "It's almost time, let's go gather."
"Um."
Looking up at Mo Shangjun, the young student nodded seriously.
*
Gather at half past five.
Ji Zhou showed up and asked them to change the dormitories, and then left.
It still makes people feel like they are in a "fake army".
——You will die if you make a summary?! They are all professional soldiers, and they all like to be lectured by their leaders, okay?!
As a professional soldier who doesn't like to lecture, but likes to trick people, after Ji Zhou returned to GS9, before the students could laugh at him for "losing a red flag", he gave him a camouflage bag filled with ropes and hooks.
He took it out and put it directly into Yan Tianxing's office.
Before six o'clock, Yan Tianxing said something——
"The owner of the bag took the initiative to approach Ji Zhou to receive his punishment, so this matter can be forgotten."
As a result, the news that "some students actually dug out the props they had hidden" spread immediately to the first squadron. No one dared to laugh at Ji Zhou anymore, but turned to "Will the props I hid be used by some lackeys?"
It was just bad luck." They were so frightened that they almost didn't climb up the mountain to check again three, four, five, six times.
That night, a kind of "fear unique to Mr. Ji" hovered over the base of GS9 No. 1 Squadron. (To be continued)