I wonder if Liang Zhiqiong had been wallowing in the mire that day, but even among the "dirty crowd", she was still extremely conspicuous.
The training clothes were covered with black mud, and the originally beautiful face turned into a big painted face at this moment. It was so dark that it didn't look like mud, but like black ore. Once it touched the face, and then wiped it, there were finger marks and scratches.
All extremely obvious.
When Mo Shangjun turned his head to look at her, Liang Zhiqiong blinked, his bright eyes full of gossip and curiosity, as if he was curious about what happened to their group when they returned early.
She was originally a peerless beauty, but now she was in such a miserable state. When Mo Shangjun thought of this contrast, he didn't really want to talk to her, so he just ignored her.
He tilted his head, pretending he didn't see her hint.
Liang Zhiqiong curled her lips, feeling like she was being left out.
Soon we arrived at the entrance of the canteen.
After the team stopped, everyone could smell the aroma of the food.
Liang Zhiqiong felt hungry, but when she lowered her head and saw that her hands were covered with dust and dirt and could not be wiped clean, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Liang Zhiqiong raised her voice and shouted: "Report, can you go wash your hands?"
"cannot."
Wei Nan glanced at her in the team and answered decisively and simply.
Liang Zhiqiong lowered her eyelids in disappointment.
Soon, Wei Nan took out the timer and said: "Three minutes."
As soon as you finish speaking, press the button to start timing.
Cruel enough!
It starts before you even enter the door!
Immediately, the students who had not eaten normal meals for several days rushed into the cafeteria like hungry wolves, filed in, and started stuffing food into their mouths when they found it.
I felt sorry for Liang Zhiqiong. Although she quickly found a seat by taking advantage of her long legs, as soon as she picked up her chopsticks, she found that the dust and mud on her body fell away, covering the food with a thin layer in the blink of an eye.
Liang Zhiqiong: "..." Damn it, can't you have a clean meal when you come back?
"Eat quickly."
Mo Shangyun, who was sitting opposite her, reminded her when he saw her in a daze.
"oh."
Only then did Liang Zhiqiong realize that Mo Shangjun was opposite him. He responded weakly and then stuffed the food into his mouth.
Even if it is covered in dust and mud, it is still a hot meal. If you miss this meal, you will have to wait until tomorrow.
Liang Zhiqiong started cooking rice desperately.
She believed that if her father saw her like this, he would drag her out of the army without any reason.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
Her father can't see it anyway.
In the past, she could not be satisfied with delicacies outside the army. Now, just a plate of simple or even cheap meals made her extremely satisfied.
She was so hungry that Liang Zhiqiong, who used to take three minutes to finish the meal, now finished the meal in less than two minutes.
Mo Shangjun, who was opposite him, suddenly looked up at her and asked, "Do you want more?"
Liang Zhiqiong was stunned for a moment, then blinked, "Are you full?"
"Um."
Responding calmly, Mo Shangjun pushed his meal to Liang Zhiqiong.
They had eaten at noon, and they slept in the afternoon, so they didn't consume much. Besides, they had something to worry about, so Mo Shangjun was not considered hungry.
What's more, Liang Zhiqiong should be very hungry these days, so it's better to leave it to her.
Not caring that this was what Mo Shangyun had eaten, Liang Zhiqiong thanked him and continued to devour it.
Mo Shangjun looked at Liang Zhiqiong's ghostly appearance and couldn't help but find it funny.
She still remembered the first time she met Liang Zhiqiong. Liang Zhiqiong's arrogant and domineering appearance made her look like an eldest daughter who was spoiled by her family. As a result, in just one year, the previously aloof and arrogant eldest daughter became more and more inferior.
The more embarrassed he becomes, the more he becomes a person who eats other people's leftovers without any objection at all. He doesn't even frown, but is very happy.
The changes are huge.
Anyone who cares about her would probably not want to see Liang Zhiqiong like this.
Especially since she was cared for in the palm of her hand since she was a child.
Liang Zhiqiong took care of Mo Shangjun's meal at the last minute.
In the end, in order to rush for time, she actually moved her hands directly. She thought her hands were too dirty before and wanted to clean them, but now she didn't care about anything.
No matter how dirty it is, the food will still go to your mouth.
After eating for a minute and a half, Liang Zhiqiong was completely stuffed. When she rushed to gather, she was extremely satisfied.
——I haven’t had this feeling of “stuffed out” for a long time.
——Now she just wants to take a good rest.
God is fair. If Liang Zhiqiong's first condition is satisfied, the second condition will not be considered.
After gathering again, they were all sent to take a shower because they were so dirty.
Perhaps it was because they had not showered for a few days and needed a longer time, so although the rule was still "three minutes for male students and five minutes for female students" this time, they did not rush them. It took about ten minutes before they started blowing.
Send them out.
After taking a thorough bath and putting on clean clothes, the students completely changed their appearance.
When he walked out, Mo Shangjun saw Liang Zhiqiong who was clean and fresh, and finally no longer looked at Liang Zhiqiong "with colored glasses".
Of course, Liang Zhiqiong doesn’t know anything.
As soon as they finished taking a shower, they were taken to class.
Evening classes start at eight o'clock, but this does not mean that they will miss one hour of class, but the end of get out of class will be postponed by one hour, and they will have to attend until eleven forty in the evening.
This compact arrangement almost caused the students to collapse.
After running around in the wild for five days, some students were lucky and in good physical condition. Maybe they still had some energy left on the fifth day, but most students were already exhausted and relied on the self-comfort of "rest soon" to survive until now. As a result,
Now not only can't I rest, I have to go to class while I'm in a trance!
They wanted to tear up all the notebooks in their hands.
Of course, they don't dare.
I may have scolded the instructors thousands of times in my heart, but I still had to stare at the exhaustion and fatigue all over my body and sit down at the desk to listen to the class seriously.
There is no way, you have to listen.
Today is Bu Yirong's class. Bu Yirong will deduct points based on your notes and will conduct random checks at any time. Moreover, he teaches very quickly. He goes through many knowledge points that need to be tested over and over again. If he is distracted and misses something,
You are guaranteed to fail the in-class exam.
This month has not yet ended, and most students have been deducted to a few points. If they don't pay attention to the lectures at this time, they will probably pack up and leave in a few days.
Only Mo Shangjun was the only one who was still sleeping on the desk.
After taking a nap in the afternoon, Mo Shangyun was actually full of energy and not sleepy at all. But when he saw Bu Yirong, he thought of the conversation he overheard on the stairs.
Her mind was already full of confusing questions, but now that something like this happened again, she was completely uninterested in listening to the lecture.
I couldn't help but feel upset when I saw Bu Yirong.
It's better to bury your head in bed and replenish your energy.
Unfortunately, she didn't sleep well.
As soon as you close your eyes, it's the battle this morning.
The two strong men who were chopped down by her were actually very dangerous. If they reacted slightly wrong, they would be chopped down by them. She was the one who fell to the ground in the end.
The scene where Ding Jing was captured by Black Eagle's men, several people besieged Ding Jing alone, which made her inexplicably anxious.
During the pursuit, he was too eager and was ambushed by Shuijian, and even had two sniper rifles aimed at his head.
In fact, if she had been more careful, she might not have been in that predicament.
She thought of Shuijian's wishful thinking of "repaying the favor". If anyone refused, she would have liked to kill her with her own hands.
She also thought of Shuijian's words - "That day, Bai Chuan didn't know it was you. He didn't know until you were hospitalized."
Then she thought of Bai Chuan again.
Once friends, now enemies.
The years I met Bai Chuan seemed like a long time ago. She had a very good memory, but when she thought about it carefully now, she found that many of her memories were blurred.
In fact, he is young and energetic, causing trouble everywhere, relying on his own abilities, and acting unscrupulously.
At that time, she was not afraid of anything.
She has always felt very young.
But if you think about it carefully, now you no longer have the energy to be lonely and brave, and to cause trouble everywhere.
Slowly, Mo Shangyun thought of Xiao Qiang again - the young soldier who should have been able to continue to participate in the selection of special forces and even become a qualified special forces soldier.
Now, he may never be qualified to become a special soldier.
These pictures have become particularly clear.
Mo Shangyun scratched his hair a little irritably, then changed his side and continued to sleep.
The voice of Bu Yirong's lecture was distant and near.
Mo Shangjun thought of Yan Tianxing.
The last time Yan Tianxing called her out for a heart-to-heart talk, she actually discovered a problem. Because she was one of the selected students, Yan Tianxing tried to reduce the number of visits to the student base and minimize contact with her.
Although Yan Tianxing talked about "revenge of private revenge", except for the occasional "whim" to watch on the side, he completely let the instructors take action and rarely showed up.
In other words, her appearance in the list of students this time has some influence on the training of the chief instructor Yan Tianxing.
It was just a suspicion at first, but after just hearing the conversation between Bu Yirong and Jiang Qiong, this should have been confirmed.
Being irritable for no reason.
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun suddenly couldn't sleep and sat up a little irritably.
Ding Jing, who was busy writing, took a moment to look at her and asked strangely: "Aren't you going to write a self-criticism?"
"What review?" Mo Shangyun was puzzled.
After turning the pen in his hand for half a circle, Ding Jing tapped the notebook with his hand, "We have to write a five-thousand-word review."
Mo Shangyun: "..." I haven't heard about this matter.
She leaned over and took a closer look, and sure enough, she found that Ding Jing had torn a few pieces of paper from his notebook and was taking notes and writing a review.
However, Ding Jing's review has just begun.
It seems to be very difficult to write.
Mo Shangjun smiled and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"
"Our words are different."
"I can help you sort out your thoughts. Then you can just write it down and organize the language and you'll be good to go."
Ding Jing: "..." Is there still such an operation?
After thinking about it, Ding Jing immediately pushed the paper in his hand to Mo Shangyun.
But when she let go of the paper, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can you move your hands?"
She remembered that Mo Shangjun's right shoulder was injured.
Mo Shangjun pulled the paper over and said casually: "I can do it with my left hand, too."
Ding Jing stared at her suspiciously, "Really or not?"
She knew that Mo Shangjun's left hand was also very flexible, such as holding chopsticks and firing a gun. It was very stable, but... there was still a certain gap between it and writing, right?
"I have practiced." Mo Shangjun flexibly opened the cap of the fountain pen with her left hand and said lightly. After raising her hand to write a word, she suddenly raised her lips and smiled, and touched Ding Jing happily, "Look,
The handwriting is a little better than yours."
"..."
Oh shit.
If you want to feel a little grateful to her, she will resolve it in minutes.
Ding Jing will continue to take notes.
In fact, she and Mo Shangyun had the same disease, but Mo Shangyun injured his shoulder, while she injured her palm.
What makes her better than Mo Shangyun is that she injured her left hand, while Mo Shangyun injured his right hand.
She and Mo Shangjun are both right-handed.
Comparing the words written by his own hand with the words written by Mo Shangjun's left hand, Ding Jing felt a little depressed, thinking that the copybook was too useless.
Out of boredom, Mo Shangyun concentrated on writing his review ideas.
As a person who loves learning, Mo Shangjun made a summary after learning from Ye Qianxiao's review, and finally came up with a commonly used routine.
Some words are universal when applied to any review of events.
Just like writing an essay, the routines are the same.
This is different from writing a composition. The attitude is up to you, the number of words is enough, and you don’t seek high scores, so you just need to be conservative.
However, after writing a few paragraphs, Mo Shangjun stopped writing and suddenly looked at his right shoulder.
My shoulders still hurt, especially when I move.
Most people are right-handed, and their dominant hand for writing is also their right hand... Yan Tianxing naturally knows this better.
Logically speaking, they all made the same mistake, so why only punish others to write self-criticisms, while she was exempted? - Yan Tianxing never mentioned the punishment of self-criticism at all. Later, when he told Jiang Qiong, Jiang Qiong was not surprised either.
.
This should not be something Yan Tianxing forgot to mention.
So, Yan Tianxing...is protecting her again?
After thinking about this, Mo Shangjun's left hand was not functioning properly, and his handwriting was comparable to that of Ding Jing's right hand. (To be continued)