Money is tight every year, and this is the case every year.
Starting from the year when Da Mu Cheng came to GS9, they played the game of "short of funds". At first they didn't believe it, but as time went by, they felt more and more that this team might really lack funds...
Of course, when Mu Cheng finally learned the truth, he burst into tears.
It's really too confusing.
"It's such a timeless joke." Mu Cheng sighed, and couldn't help but recall his youthful days during the exam that year.
"It was the same in our class."
Peng Yuqiu also sighed.
"What happened to that batch of bullets?"
"It's Mr. Yan. He made a bet with the opponent during the exercise. Mr. Yan predicted it, but the other party didn't believe it. So Mr. Yan said, otherwise, he would bet on half a year's worth of bullets from his respective troops. If he was right, the other party would
We had to transport half a year's supply of bullets. The political commissar and several general-level leaders were there at the time, so we directly acted as notaries. Later, it was fine. They had no way of cheating, and the political commissar even enthusiastically helped to urge the other party several times.
We can only transport the bullets here honestly."
When Peng Yuqiu said this, he also shed tears of sympathy for the leader, "It is said that when the leader said goodbye to the truckload of bullets, he was so desperate, as if he was sending his daughter to marry a scumbag. Then he met someone else.
Just call Master Yan despicable and shameless, but you know Master Yan’s reputation... Tsk, not many people dare to agree with him and scold him anyway."
"I remember!" Mu Cheng clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "Did you take photos of all the bullet-carrying trucks that year, and then get the first place in the voting that year?"
Having said this, Mucheng inevitably felt a little regretful.
He only came here the second year and only saw the photos. He was not involved in that incident at all!
What a pity!
That photo is spectacular just looking at it!
Think about it, half a year's worth of bullets for your reinforced battalion is not a small amount of money, right?
"It's necessary -" Peng Yuqiu was a little proud, but before he finished speaking, his expression changed slightly, and then he clicked his tongue, "Run away."
"..." Mu Cheng opened his mouth, and finally jumped up from the ground, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry up and chase them! If they run the wrong way, it will be the two of us who are killed!"
Peng Yuqiu raised his hand and patted his forehead.
I'm so carried away, so carried away.
*
Due to the temporary relaxation of Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun and others finally had a chance to breathe.
However, this situation did not last long.
Because what stood in front of them was a cliff.
The three of them were dumbfounded.
Didn't they force them to go on the designated road? Why did they lead them to a dead end?
Is it possible to "fight to the death" with them here?
That’s a little too silly, right?!
"Would it look tragic if we jumped off a cliff holding hands?"
Liang Zhiqiong was stunned for a while, and finally asked Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing stupidly.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing looked at each other and thought: How could they be grouped with Liang Zhiqiong?
"Xueba, would you like to tell me the characteristics of falling to death from a height?" Ding Jing put his elbow on Liang Zhiqiong's shoulder and said, "You have to know that even if you can be tragic, it will only take a few seconds. After that,
——Unless you are Spider-Man, it will be ugly. People, it doesn’t matter if they die, if they die it’s ugly——"
Ding Jing touched Liang Zhiqiong's tender face with his hand, and then shook his head regretfully.
Mo Shangyun: "..." How could she be grouped with these two?!
"Then what should we do?" Liang Zhiqiong slapped Ding Jing's hand away, a little annoyed and said, "rush back?"
"I don't know." Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "We don't even know what the situation is."
Logically speaking, they should arrive at the same destination, and there is a high possibility that they will meet other students.
It should never lead to a dead end.
But, it is a pity that such a cliff is right in front of them.
"If we really go down, there is nothing we can do." Ding Jing glanced down, then walked to the right, looked at the crack in the middle, and pointed down, "Just climb down from here."
"That's what I said, but the risk is too great, and--"
Speaking of this, Mo Shangjun looked at Liang Zhiqiong specifically.
Liang Zhiqiong: "..." I feel more and more like a laggard.
Gritting his teeth, Liang Zhiqiong slowly moved to Ding Jing's side, then stuck his head out and looked down.
This is the crack between the two cliffs. The crack is not big, about one meter, and the space downwards has not become larger, but it is enough for one person to climb down.
But, it's very high.
Just by looking at it, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help but swallow her saliva and felt her heart pounding.
She learned how to climb down from the middle of the crack, such as the instep support method, the "big" climbing method, and the reverse support method.
In this case... maybe, you can use... the instep support method?
For the first time, Liang Zhiqiong realized so clearly that she might be a scumbag.
"You can find a few vines to be safe." Ding Jing said again, looking at Liang Zhiqiong's nervous look.
As an activist, Ding Jing was ready to take action the moment he made his decision.
Mo Shangjun said nothing.
In fact, if possible, she would prefer to ask an instructor to ask. This is safe and secure.
Although going down is one way, the risk is relatively high.
If she were alone, there would be no problem in her choice, but if Ding Jing and Liang Zhiqiong were both there...
Most of the time, Mo Shangjun likes to act alone.
Even if she really wants to trust her companions, she also knows that their abilities are not bad and she doesn't need to worry about them under normal circumstances, but she habitually wants to include them in her protection.
This is not innate, but cultivated. (To be continued)