Compared with the morning, it was a completely different scene. The drizzle turned into silver needles and fell densely under the light. The raindrops were pulled into threads and fell staggered.
As soon as the evening wind blew at night, the drizzle came towards me. I didn't avoid it, and let it hit my face. It was as fine as needles and became tangled, hitting my skin, bringing a little coolness, and a few drops flew into my eyes.
It was cool and seemed to suddenly become moist.
Mo Shangjun is running on the playground.
There were no laps and no goals. She ran at extremely fast speeds, and her slender figure quickly passed by on the track, leaving behind a series of shadows.
The wind and rain blew over her, moving around her, as if there was wind under her feet. Her military boots stepped on the puddles, and water splashed up, but the moment the water droplets hit the ground, she had already left the place.
Mo Shangyun thought of Chen Lu.
This is inevitable.
She is standing here in military uniform, and everything she has comes from them.
When Su Mingsha and the others left, she did not think about rejecting military training, because it was integrated into all her life when she was young. She was shaped by those trainings at that time, so not only did she not slack off, but she was even more harsh on herself.
If no one takes care of her anymore, she will take care of herself.
No one is supervising her anymore, so she will supervise herself even more.
She can't throw away those things, she can only make herself better.
Time can forget many things. After a long time, she could only remember how she had to train, but it was difficult to remember those depressing scenes.
However, Chen Lu is different.
She knew that everything she had learned would not change because of Chen Lu's departure, but she only recognized Chen Lu as a teacher of wilderness survival, so as soon as she saw Bu Yirong and saw a lot of familiar knowledge, she would
I thought of Chen Lu uncontrollably.
Chen Lu was the gentlest of her masters. Although it was hard to tell just by looking at him, he always seemed to have no temper. When all the masters were trying to fix her, he was the only one who would look aside with a sad face.
Watch them make a fuss.
In my memory, Chen Lu was wearing military uniform, Chen Lu was teaching gently, Chen Lu was helping with cooking, and... Chen Lu in the last scene.
Her memory is very good, so she still remembers what Chen Lu looked like when she saw him in the criminal police brigade. She couldn't tell whether it was shock or sadness. Because Cen Jun was beside her, she accepted it as if she was numb -
-Because she can't find anything else to do except accept it, she won't break down, cry bitterly, or be at a loss.
Something like this happened, and then she had to find a way to understand it.
That's what she was thinking at the time.
She always has the clearest judgment.
However, her strong psychological quality does not prove that she can bear everything lightly, but that she is better at suppressing her emotions and not showing them in front of others.
Chen Lu died in this city. He was tortured to death for an almost absurd reason, and even his body was exposed in the wilderness.
She took her revenge, but that doesn't mean these memories will be erased.
Less than half a year has passed.
She could not listen carefully to Bu Yirong's repeated lectures while her memory was still so clear. All the teachings were not far apart, and the courses taught were also similar. There was nothing she wanted to learn, only what inspired her
Countless memories were familiar, so she tried to avoid them, slept, helped Ding Jing write notes, and went for a run on the playground. She was even prepared to have a lot of points deducted to complete the wilderness survival course.
Mo Shangyun took a deep breath, the cold air poured into his lungs, and then he exhaled with hot breath.
She recalled a lot of things, and the memories made her mind cluttered, so she needed some time to calm down.
What she didn't know was how long she had been running on the track and how long her other pair of eyes had been watching in the rain.
The red dot of the cigarette went off and on, intermittently, but never disappeared.
It wasn't until she stopped, gasped, and slowly squatted down with her knees in her arms that the bright red light was extinguished. The figure that had been standing in the corner for a long time looked at it silently for a while, and finally turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
inside.
She is always so wanton and arrogant, so there are some scenes where she doesn't want to be seen.
He will wait for the day when she is willing to show him.
But, that's not now.
*
Mo Shangyun did not return to the classroom until just before the exam.
Although the rain outside was light, Mo Shangjun, who had been running in the rain for more than an hour, was already wet. His freshly dried hair was soaked again, and it became wet and stuck to his body, with water droplets running along the ends of his hair.
Drop by drop, it fell and soaked into the training jacket, dyeing the color darker.
After finishing the run, she rested for a while, and now she has calmed down. However, although her face is not as pink as after exercise, it is almost transparent and fair. The fair skin and short black hair are in sharp contrast, without the cover of a training cap.
, the visual conflict becomes more and more obvious. At first glance, there is a hint of surprise in the messy mess, which makes people hold their breath for no reason.
Just like this, Mo Shangjun suddenly appeared at the front door of the classroom, disturbing many people's attention.
"Report."
Mo Shangyun shouted.
Bu Yirong glanced at her and said, "Come in."
After that, he started lecturing again, as if what Mo Shangyun did and why it became like this were of no interest to him.
So under his calm reaction and ignoring Mo Shangyun, many students who were originally very curious about Mo Shangyun naturally retracted their eyes and shifted their attention to the projector in front of them again.
Mo Shangyun walked into the classroom calmly, and then successfully returned to his previous position after Ding Jing gave way.
"Mo Mo," Yan Gui leaned forward and lowered his voice to Mo Shangyun, "Is it cold? Do you want my coat?"
"OK."
Falling back, Mo Shangyun came closer to him, and raised his lower lip in response.
Yan Gui then felt happy and raised his hand to take off his coat.
Mo Shangjun took off his wet coat and placed it by the window, then put on Yan Gui's coat. Although it was a little too big, it was still quite warm. His frozen fingers gradually regained consciousness.
If it was for training, she would refuse Yan Gui's coat.
However, she now needs a pair of hands that can move freely, and a brain that can stay active and think after returning to body temperature.
The spring breeze is blowing...
I usually exercise at night and can't feel it. This time I went back indoors and sat down, it was really cold.
Yan Guihuan fell into the joy of "Mo Mo wearing his own coat", and was silly and happy alone, because his silly smile really affected Yan Jinchao's concentration, so Yan Jinchao threw Yan Gui's elbow, and Yan Gui was shocked.
I put my mind back to the class, but every now and then I would see Mo Shangyun sitting in front and I would still giggle.
"The rest of the time is for you to review."
Bu Yirong, who finished the lecture in advance, said very tolerantly.
After that, he glanced in the direction of Su Bei and said, "Classmate 018, you can sit down."
"yes."
Su Bei, who had been standing for three hours, responded coldly and finally returned to his seat.
Bu Yirong unscrewed the cap of the thermos bottle, took a sip of water, and then met Su Bei's provocative gaze with a smile.
At this time, Mo Shangyun, who was sitting behind Su Bei, keenly discovered that Bu Yirong's and Yan Tianxing's water glasses were actually the same style.
No.
To be precise, it is for couples.
Because although the styles are the same, the color of the bottle caps is slightly different.
"Sister Su."
Mo Shangyun shouted forward.
"Um?"
Su Bei fell back and crossed his legs.
Mo Shangyun glanced in the direction of Bu Yirong, then approached Su Bei's ear and whispered: "Don't give up the fight against the evil forces."
"...I will work hard." Su Bei said.
Duan Zimu, who listened to their words, silently returned Mo Shangjun's notebook to him.
"Thank you," Mo Shangyun took the notebook and said directly without even looking at it, "If you want the answer, you can ask me."
"……Need not."
Duan Zimu's mouth twitched slightly.
Even though Mo Shangyun was rejected, he didn't mind and sat back calmly.
"Going to training?" Ding Jing, who was still studying the handwriting, took the time to ask Mo Shangyun.
"Um."
The answer that could be seen at a glance was admitted by Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing thought it was normal. However, after thinking about it, Ding Jing felt that something was not quite right, and then asked: "You were punished?"
"……Um."
After much hesitation, Mo Shangyun still let Yan Tianxing take the blame.
Perhaps as expected, Ding Jing changed the story after getting the answer. Soon she pushed the notebook to Mo Shangyun and asked: "What are the five kinds of wild vegetables that are widely distributed across the country?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at her, "...weren't you still giving Ren Yu popular science a few days ago?"
Ding Jing was confused, "When did it happen?"
Mo Shangjun sighed, "Tell him what kind of wild vegetables he can eat."
At that time, Mr. Ding also received countless looks of admiration from Ren Yu.
Ding Jing was a little annoyed when he mentioned this, "All I know are common names, aliases, and dialects. Don't these wild vegetables have scientific names and common names?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun took the pen wordlessly and wrote down 5 types for her, and also noted some aliases for her.
Seeing that she was so cheerful, Ding Jing asked her a few more questions. Although the student had no skills but was limited by theoretical knowledge, he had to admit that Ding Jing's attitude was very serious.
This kind of seriousness is rarely seen in Ding Jing.
She is not used to attending classes like other students. On the contrary, she even looks out of tune with the surrounding environment, but when she attends classes, she devotes herself wholeheartedly to them. As long as she wants, she can get rid of all the influences around her at any time, and in this state
There is an indescribable... If you describe it carefully, Mo Shangyun thinks it should be anxiety.
Maybe even Ding Jing himself didn't realize that Ding Jing was forcing himself to study.
*
When there were still five minutes left before the exam, Bu Yirong randomly clicked on a few code names to check his notes.
Bu Yirong did not let them take their notebooks up for inspection. Instead, after clicking on the code number, he went directly to take their notebooks and look through them.
These must have been a little distracted in class, and their notes were not satisfactory, so they were all deducted two points. As for Su Bei's notebook, Bu Yirong didn't even look at it, and directly called Su Bei politely.
He said hello and crossed out two points in front of Su Bei.
Su Bei could only sneer.
I struggled like this for five minutes.
Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu, who thought they would definitely be inspected when copying notes, found out that Bu Yirong left the area directly after inspecting Subei.
Duan Zimu and Mo Shangyun couldn't help exchanging glances.
——Is anyone really so tolerant?
Bu Yirong seems to have his own set of principles, which are somewhat unreasonable, but he cannot deny his set of principles.
He is surprisingly relaxed and yet surprisingly strict. The two are strangely blended together, and they don't feel inconsistent at all. Instead, there is a sense of "this is his style of doing things."
If he and Yan Tianxing had not used a couples thermos cup, Mo Shangjun might have given him a very high score with a fair and objective attitude.
But...it's reality.
When Bu Yirong was handing out test papers, two rows of teachers suddenly walked into the classroom.
They were standing in the aisle, holding the students' score sheets in their hands, supervising their tests.
Those who have seen this posture have become numb, but those who have seen it for the first time are really scared to the point of breaking into a cold sweat, especially the timid ones... Being stared at by your sharp eyes, you can't even write your name, okay?
Those who were originally confident were made to feel a little weak.
"The handwriting should be better."
When he got the test paper, Mo Shangyun gave Ding Jing a special warning.
"It depends on your mood." Ding Jing responded stubbornly.
With a chuckle, Mo Shangjun looked at the test paper in his hand, scanned all the questions in two minutes, then raised his pen to write down the number 005, and began to answer the questions.
Ninety percent are based on what we learned today, and the rest are more flexible and subjective questions.
Mo Shangjun started writing the first answer, and her pen kept running. She seemed to know all the answers when she read the questions, and was only responsible for filling in the answers one by one. There was no time to pause at all, and she wrote smoothly all the way.
, when half the time had passed, Mo Shangjun had filled out the entire test paper.
Although there is a goal of "full score", the conceited academic master does not need to check again, so after filling in the last answer, he directly put the pen cap back and put the pen down.
She picked up the test paper and handed it to the teacher who was standing in the aisle, staring blankly at her to see if she was cheating.
Noticing Mo Shangjun's action of handing in the paper, Ding Jing glanced at his own test paper.
"..."
Damn it, she only wrote a third of it!
What kind of pervert is Mo Shangyun?! (To be continued)