122, even if the journey is the same, I may not have the ability
In order to get "the plan to defeat Sanlian" from Mo Shangyun, Lang Yan paid a certain price.
Fortunately, Mo Shangjun cared about friendship, so the price he paid was not high.
One, provide her with three meals for three days and bring her back to the office from the cafeteria on time in the morning, noon and evening.
Second, the housekeeping for her for three days must strictly comply with the housekeeping scoring standards.
Third, her injuries are forbidden to be disclosed to the Second Company.
Lang Yan agreed to the first two. As for the last one, Lang Yan said it was fine on her face, but she couldn't stop muttering in her heart. She didn't tell him the true extent of the injury, and there was no way to reveal it.
"Then, I am now..."
Lang Yan hinted at Mo Shangjun, unable to suppress the eagerness in his eyes.
"breakfast."
"...Okay." Lang Yan responded hesitantly.
It's not breakfast time yet.
Mo Shangjun glanced at him and uttered two words, "Right away."
Lang Yan touched his nose and said, "The cooking class...maybe..."
Mo Shangyun said nothing and looked at him calmly.
After a pause, Lang Yan finally came to his senses and realized that she might not have had dinner, so he immediately decided, "What about that, there are only a few of us anyway, and the time doesn't have to be so accurate. As for breakfast, it will be early to finish it."
"
Mo Shangjun glanced at him, slightly twitching the corners of his lips, but said nothing.
Lang Yan felt that she was quite satisfied with this answer.
"By the way," seeing her about to turn around, Lang Yan suddenly stopped her, "Since last night, your phone has rang many times. It should be quite urgent."
The mobile phone was placed in the drawer of Mo Shangjun's desk, on silent mode, but it vibrated when it rang. He stayed in the office all afternoon and heard buzzing sounds frequently. He hesitated again and again, and when he finally planned to answer the phone,
No more calls came from there.
So, give up.
Now I would like to remind Mo Shangjun.
"knew."
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun responded.
Turn around and go straight upstairs.
After all, she was a lesbian, a lesbian who had been injured and had made meritorious deeds. Lang Yan looked at her back and went directly to the cooking class without further delay.
At this time, there are no steamed buns, but there are eggs and noodles, so it should be good.
…
Mo Shangyun went to the office.
After only two days away, Mo Shangyun stood at the door for a moment, feeling a little strange that he hadn't seen for a long time.
After a pause, she looked around the office, then walked in and sat down in her seat.
Turning on the computer first, thinking of the phone number Lang Yan mentioned, Mo Shangyun opened the drawer and found the mobile phone placed in the left corner.
Stretching out his right hand that was wrapped in bandages, Mo Shangyun took out his cell phone and checked the missed calls.
Well……
Note: The ink is frosted.
Missed calls: 8.
It was rare to see Mo Shangshuang continue to make calls, and Mo Shangyun could guess the reason. He poked at the screen with his finger, called back, and clicked on speakerphone.
Her hands are temporarily inconvenient to hold the phone.
The phone rang for about ten seconds and I picked it up.
"gone back?"
Mo Shangshuang didn't like to say hello as always.
"Um."
"How's the injury?"
"It's okay." Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily, then changed the subject, "Dad told you?"
"Yeah." Te answered bluntly.
Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Oh."
"He asked me to tell-"
With a raised eyebrow, Mo Shangjun interrupted him directly, "Brother, are you a messenger?"
After a pause, he said calmly: "If you don't like it, just tell your dad."
Mo Shangyun didn't speak for a while.
Precisely because he couldn't tell directly, Mo Cang asked Mo Shangshuang to be the middleman. Let her tell now, it will only lead to an endless loop.
"Three things. One, take good care of yourself; two, don't get involved in Black Eagle's affairs in the future; three, dad is going to give you a blind date, so you should have less contact with Yan Tianxing."
Before Mo Shangshuang finished speaking, Mo Shangyun clicked to hang up.
It is quite now.
No more calls came.
but--
There is a new message.
Still has ink and frost hair.
[Be obedient and take good care of yourself. That’s what I said.]
Mo Shangyun stared at this line of text for a long time. Somehow, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't reply and put the phone back in the drawer.
Mo Shangshuang only confessed in one sentence, which proved that he only agreed with the first thing Mo Cang told him.
Of course, he didn't know what happened two years ago, nor what happened between her and Yan Tianxing last night.
Only after his hand was injured did Mo Shangjun realize how important two hands are.
While waiting for Lang Yan to come back with breakfast, Mo Shangyun typed on the keyboard for half an hour, and finally only typed out one paragraph.
——Three days ago, as soon as she got the map, she used her computer to make a set of action plans. She originally wanted to change it according to the original plan and send it directly to Lang Yan to see. But now such inefficient changes made her give up.
Got this idea.
Let's take the map and talk to Lang Yan one by one.
"coming."
Lang Yan rushed back with two breakfasts.
Mo Shangjun's breakfast: porridge, eggs, and steamed buns.
His breakfast: steamed buns, eggs, and fried dough sticks.
Walking to Mo Shangjun's desk, he placed Mo Shangjun's breakfast on the free seat.
"Do you want me to feed you?" Lang Yan asked, taking back his hand.
"Need not."
When answering, Mo Shangjun stared at the fried dough sticks in his hand.
Sensing the look in her eyes, Lang Yan coughed lightly, "You're injured, and the fried dough sticks... are not suitable."
"oh."
Mo Shangjun remained calm, but his eyes swept over the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand.
It's golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Not far away, the scent of fried dough sticks hit you.
The leader of the cooking class is best at frying fried dough sticks. Every time during breakfast, the fried dough sticks are all eaten up.
Mo Shangjun usually goes there very late, so he only eats there a few times.
"puff."
Lang Yan stared at her twice and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangjun looked at him coldly.
Undeterred by her eyes, Lang Yan's eyes and brows were filled with smiles.
It's rare to see a little bit of greed and reluctance in the eyes of their deputy company commander. Can you not find it funny?
Strange!
How strange!
Lang Yan hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bag containing breakfast and took out one of the fried dough sticks.
Mo Shangjun watched his movements.
There were only two fried dough sticks in total. He picked out one and put the bag containing the fried dough sticks on Mo Shangjun's table.
"Come on, come on, I'll give you one," Lang Yan said, then deliberately glanced left and right. When he saw no one, he leaned down, moved closer to her, and lowered his voice to remind, "Don't tell anyone."
If you give me a deep-fried dough stick, he will act like you are doing something illegal.
However, for the sake of that fried dough stick, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at him clearly.
In the end, I accepted it with peace of mind.
Lang Yan was not in a hurry to ask her questions, but returned to his desk and ate his breakfast slowly.
Mo Shangjun also relied on his inflexible right hand to slowly finish his breakfast.
The fried dough sticks taste very good. They should be freshly fried. When you bite them in your mouth, they are warm and a little greasy, but they taste crisp and fragrant.
The two of them finished eating almost at the same time.
Just as he threw the bag of food into the trash can, Mo Shangjun raised his eyes and saw the suggestive look in Lang Yan's eyes across from him.
It was very clear that Mo Shangyun did not waste any time and took out the map from the table, then winked at Lang Yan.
Lang Yan wiped his nose and walked over with a smile.
He asked him to open the map and put it down in an empty space, and Mo Shangjun began to explain to him.
The locations where the Second and Third Companies camped, the terrain near the Third Company, where they were suitable for attack, and where they were suitable for ambush, were explained clearly based on memory and maps. After Lang Yan understood most of the basic situation, Mo Shangyun began to follow
He planned in detail.
He was very patient and explained everything in detail. He talked in more detail one after another than with the second company. He talked for three hours.
She didn't do this with Lang Yan because she had nothing to do.
As the company commander, Lang Yan did not participate this time. If he had participated, he would have been the one who made the plan, not the individual soldiers who were only responsible for part of the operation following her orders.
I originally planned to make it clear to Lang Yan.
A successful combat plan, for Lang Yan, is experience, so that the next time he participates in an operation, he will be flexible to her methods and learn from the failure of the Second Company.
He spoke for three hours.
Mo Shangjun spent another hour predicting the failure of the second company.
It could be said that she had anticipated the entire night of fighting and even the time.
Lang Yan just listened out of curiosity, but the further he listened, the more concentrated he became. His thoughts were all absorbed in Mo Shangyun's battle plan, and he replayed all the battles of the second company and the third company in his mind.
When I heard the end, I was extremely shocked.
Mo Shangjun's mouth went dry as she spoke. After finally finishing everything, she took the cup and turned around to get a glass of water.
cold.
In this cold weather, the water is also surprisingly cold. After drinking it in one gulp, the coldness spreads all the way from the lips, tongue, throat, and stomach, but it stimulates some tired nerves.
After speaking once, it felt like fighting a battle, and I was indeed a little tired.
A drink of cold water can make her feel refreshed.
After pouring another glass of water, Mo Shangyun hooked the glass with the fingers of his right hand and walked back.
Seeing Lang Yan still standing there, not looking at the map, but raising his head and staring at her closely.
There was admiration, wonder, excitement in his eyes, and at the same time, there was also a bit of indescribable heat.
"how?"
Mo Shangyun walked closer and raised his eyebrows at him.
This strange look was unacceptable to her.
Lang Yan continued to stare at her for a while before expressing his own emotion: "Are you really just a college student who graduated from the National University of Science and Technology?"
Oh... Mo Shangyun understands.
Mo Shangjun put the mug on the table, shook his right hand that was involved in the wound, and said calmly, "The origin is not important."
Lang Yan paused, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt... it made sense.
However——
He overestimated Mo Shangyun's calm state of mind.
Soon, he heard Mo Shangyun say slowly: "Even if they come from the same place, they may not be as capable as me."
"..."
Lang Yan continued to stare at her.
Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth.
That's right, this is not the Mo Shangjun who covets a fried dough stick, but the vicious and arrogant deputy company commander.
Lang Yan made up his mind to bring you dough sticks tomorrow morning, but he would never let her eat them.
However, after making up his mind, Lang Yan still couldn't help admiring Mo Shangyun.
After all, this guy... is really awesome.
Why do they want to disband the company?
Because what you learn on paper is ultimately shallow, joining a grassroots company is to combine theoretical knowledge with practical experience. Generally speaking, college students who have just joined a company are in a learning state and will take many detours when leading troops.
For example, Lin Qi.
She had also just joined the company and graduated from the same school as Mo Shangyun, but in the months before Mo Shangyun had joined the company, she had spent a certain amount of energy to surrender to the second platoon and have her identity as the leader of the second platoon recognized.
But up to now, she has not developed a good relationship with the second platoon, and the second platoon also treats her with respect.
Such as him.
When he first joined the company, he encountered many obstacles.
And Mo Shangyun...
It can be considered a legend.
For more than a month, Erlian hated her to the core at first, but now, Erlian protects her from the bottom of his heart, and even though she is cold-faced and tortures them thousands of times, he can't suppress his closeness to her.
Lead troops and have great means.
This combat experience... shocked his company commander.
Lang Yan simply doubted life.
*
Although he was confused and reflecting on himself, Lang Yan's recognition of Mo Shangyun's strength reached a new level.
So, during the next lunch and lunch, Lang Yan took advantage of the fact that no one from the second company was around, and asked the leader of the cooking team to cook a few side dishes, pack them up and take them back to the office for Mo Shangyun to eat.
Mo Shangjun could see that she was a little worried, but with such a good intention, she still accepted it calmly.
…
the next day.
Early in the morning, not long after Mo Shangjun got up, Lang Yan came over with breakfast to help her sort out the housework.
Mo Shangyun was eating breakfast and instructing Lang Yan to clean up the house, thinking that if the old man saw this scene, she would probably be taken to do two hours of ideological education.
Fortunately, the old man has no chance to know.
Lang Yan finished tidying up the housework, and Mo Shangjun finished breakfast.
At this time, I heard a noise outside.
The two looked at each other.
Walking to the door of the dormitory, Lang Yan listened to the specific movements, and then said to Mo Shangyun: "I guess they are back."
"oh."
She heard it too.
Lang Yan suggested to her, "Go down and take a look?"
"dont see."
Mo Shangyun said calmly, looking at his left shoulder and showing no interest.
"and you……"
"Recuperate."
Lang Yan was speechless for a moment, coughed, and then asked: "Then shall I go down?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun responded and glanced at him.
It means: It’s easy to leave without sending it away.
Lang Yan left angrily.
However, as soon as I went out, I felt a little impatient.
He knew that the third company had been completely wiped out, and wanted to see Fan Hanyi's face. At the same time... he also wanted to know how the second company and the first company would win without Mo Shangjun present.
Mo Shangyun, who had already anticipated the general situation, looked at his hurried away figure, thought for a moment, and then walked out calmly.
By the way, the door was closed.
She did not go downstairs, but went to the office on the second floor.
Before entering, she heard the noise outside getting louder. It seemed that she had a smooth meeting with Lang Yan, and everyone couldn't help but explain the situation to Lang Yan.
I'm so happy that everything went well.
After entering the office, he closed the door to block out the noisy sounds outside.
At this time, the landline phone rang in the office.
"Dingle bell--Dingle-ring--"
It's the landline phone on Lang Yan's desk.
The noise made my ears hurt a bit.
It's a landline anyway, it should be business, so I should be fine if I answer it.
Mo Shangjun walked over.
After pressing speakerphone, she opened her mouth to "speak", but for the sake of Lang Yan, she held back.
After a pause, he said: "Who?"
There was no sound over there.
Mo Shangjun couldn't help frowning and glanced at the caller ID.
Hmm, the phone number looks a bit familiar.
It seems to be... Yan Tianxing's.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)