Liang Zhiqiong seemed to understand, and nodded seriously.
Mo Shangyun asked: "How is he injured?"
Liang Zhiqiong said: "It is not life-threatening and there will be no sequelae, but it will take some time to recuperate."
"Um."
Mo Shangjun responded.
In the current situation, it's fine if people are fine.
"I heard that you have all encountered actual combat?" Liang Zhiqiong asked, then noticed Mo Shangyun's injured left hand and asked a little worriedly, "Can you continue to train with your hand?"
"It's nothing," Mo Shangjun casually shook his left hand, "It depends on the intensity of the training."
When talking about this matter, Liang Zhiqiong and Mo Shangyun's tone returned to normal.
Yan Gui, who had been sitting across from him, curled his lips when he heard the sound.
The first thing he saw was the bandage on Mo Shangyun's hand and the blood-stained clothes. His heart was in a knot, but his warm greetings to Mo Shangyun... were ignored.
To be honest, his Momo actually treated him with a "fussing" expression, which really hurt his heart.
Mo Shangjun glanced at Yan Gui speechlessly, who was angry over such a trivial matter, and threw the flyer in his hand over, "My hand hurts, let's fan it."
"okay."
Yan Gui immediately grabbed the flyer and fanned Mo Shangjun like a bitch.
Yan Jinchao glanced at Yan Gui with some incomprehension, who had changed so quickly... Wasn't he still drawing circles and complaining that the little senior sister didn't understand his warm and caring heart? Why did he suddenly have no temper at all towards the little senior sister?
there is none left?
It is a pity that Yan Gui and other magical creatures cannot be understood by Yan Jinchao. After thinking about it for a while and unable to think of an answer, Yan Jinchao chose to give up.
Yan Jinchao rarely wastes time on trivial things that he can't figure out.
*
After all the students had gathered, the car finally started to start and headed for their way back.
Since they last left GS9**, they haven't gone back for more than a month.
After knowing that they were going back to Japan, many people felt indescribable.
After staying outside for so long, their memories of those hard days in ** have been blurred, as if a long time had passed. Thinking about it now, they felt that every minute and second was so difficult, and they were ready to give up at any time.
They just relied on their willpower to carry on with their thoughts, but now they just feel nostalgic.
Pure and busy training time.
Not like it is now.
During the period after they came out, especially from the time they came into contact with the armed police, they received military education and actually participated in heating work such as standing guard, patrolling, and tracking, and finally ended with actual combat...
It seemed that in such a short period of time, they were freed from that busy and pure time, and also woke up from the simple and simple impression of soldiers. They suddenly realized that if they wanted to stay, they would have to bear so much.
Each thing is more difficult than the last, and the terrible thing is that what they have seen now is just a corner, and they will face more complicated things in the future.
Living here, they realize their mission as soldiers and realize the heavy responsibility they have to shoulder. Even when they are resting, they can feel an invisible pressure that is completely overwhelming.
They miss those days of training in the ** all the time.
At least at that time, when they were resting, they could completely relax and have a rest. They didn't have to think about anything, and there was nothing to worry about. Their minds were free and relaxed.
So, after the car drove a certain distance, I don't know when, no other sounds were heard in the car.
Tired, heavy, silent.
They were crowded together in this hot weather, the temperature inside the car was approaching 37 or 8 degrees Celsius, they were sweating profusely, but somehow they were so exhausted that they couldn't even fan themselves a little.
They agreed upon it, and the collective remained silent. Everyone was thinking, recalling, and recollecting the experiences these days had brought to them over and over again.
Mo Shangyun leaned back, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.
In her sleep this time, she dreamed of the person who died in her hands a few hours ago.
Every person, every face, their living state, their dead appearance... She felt that she didn't pay attention, but in her sleep, their appearance was so clear.
So clearly that she could remember how they died in her hands.
She replayed the scene of blood spraying on her body over and over again in her dream. The never-ending nightmare made Mo Shangyun extremely uncomfortable.
She opened her eyes and woke up suddenly.
In such a hot environment, she broke out in a cold sweat.
She looked around at the people around her. Some of them were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing armed police uniforms, and some were wearing civilian clothes. They were all familiar faces, so she slowly calmed down.
She slowly tightened her hands and clenched them into fists. Her fingers were weak for some reason, and she opened her fingers very slowly.
Yan Tianxing is right.
She just didn't react.
Past training and accumulation have shaped her response to battle, and some things have been integrated into her nature. She can even fight unconsciously, devote herself to it, and wait until the battle is over.
Now, she has recovered.
She still needs to adapt.
Mo Shangyun wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, leaned back again, raised his head slightly, and looked at the top of the car in a daze.
Ding Jing suddenly came closer to her and put his hand on the back of her cold hand, but said nothing. (To be continued)