"Mo Shangyun, when will instructor Yan come back?"
An unintentional question caused the team members present to eat to stop their movements in a tacit understanding.
Pairs of eyes were looking at Mo Shangyun intentionally or unintentionally.
Especially An Chen.
Everyone else knows that the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing is definitely not as simple as an ordinary instructor and student.
Yan Gui had seen that Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing worked as instructors together.
Lin Qi had seen Yan Tianxing come to the company many times to look for Mo Shangjun.
Duan Zimu is very clear about the training of instructors next month.
Only An Chen knew nothing about the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing, and Liang Zhiqiong asked so straightforwardly, which was obviously saying that the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing was unusual.
Liang Zhiqiong asked casually, but she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and slowly realized the problem.
"have no idea."
Mo Shangjun responded calmly and finished the last bite of steamed buns.
"That's right," Yan Gui shrugged and came out to rescue him, "How could Mo Mo know about Instructor Yan?"
"Isn't she very close to the instructors?" Liang Zhiqiong said calmly, "Just asking."
In fact, she just wanted to know when Yan Tianxing would come back and be able to cure Peng Yuqiu.
It really pissed her off.
She just came to see him, but he threatened her with the snake thing again, saying "Comrade Liang Zhiqiong", and the relationship couldn't get further.
"After eating, you continue."
After finishing the last bit of porridge, Mo Shangyun stood up.
After saying that, he took away the plastic garbage on the table and left the place.
Every move she made attracted the attention of other people at the table, but no one stopped her. At most, they said goodbye to her and watched her leave.
*
Eight o'clock.
In the students' guess, the so-called classrooms should be temporarily arranged - after all, camps are all temporarily set up. Therefore, the imaginary classroom environment should be very poor.
However, this time it was not what they expected.
About two kilometers away from the camp, there is a small bungalow.
The house is not big, but it is very clean. There are several rooms. The largest room in the middle is equipped with tables and chairs. There are three rows in total, with three seats in the left and right rows, six seats in the middle row, and two aisles in the middle.
, the seats are all brand new.
At a glance, I guess there are about 150 places.
The students' imagination of sitting on the floor in a difficult teaching environment turned into a bubble phantom the moment they saw the classroom.
"One request is that each group sit next to each other."
Before entering the door, Peng Yuqiu, who was holding a textbook, pushed up the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and gave them an explanation.
Then, he walked into the classroom first and came to the podium.
The students lined up to enter the classroom and chose their seats in an orderly manner. No one made any loud noises, and there were no arguments or quarrels. After each group selected their seats, they randomly picked a seat and sat down.
As members of the first group, Mo Shangyun and others were at the back of the queue.
In the first row, from the tenth position to the back.
An Chen, Lin Qi, and Ni Nu sat in the front row, Mo Shangjun sat in the back by the window, and to the right were Duan Zimu and Yan Gui.
A notebook and two pens were uniformly assigned to their positions.
On the podium, Peng Yuqiu was dressed like a teacher. He slowly opened the multimedia and inserted the USB flash drive. Until the beginning of the lecture, he never opened the textbook on wilderness survival in his hand.
The students who paid attention to this point secretly remained silent.
This instructor Peng...tsk, quite interesting.
"Today, we are talking about food. In survival in the wild, food is crucial..."
Peng Yuqiu started today's lecture on the podium.
In the back row, Mo Shangjun was playing with a pen indifferently, resting his left elbow on the table, his fingers touching his chin, and trying to focus his eyes on the screen in front of him.
However, while other students were concentrating on taking notes, she was alone in a fugue state.
A pen, except for writing your name on the notebook, everything else is blank.
"Want to sleep?"
A low and gentle voice suddenly came from the side of my ear.
The pen that was spinning between his fingers paused, and Mo Shangjun tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking into a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes. Through those deep eyes, he could clearly see himself at this moment.
He didn't look like he was paying attention to the lecture at all. In fact, there was a hint of irritability between his brows and eyes, making it difficult to calm down.
Shifting his gaze slightly, Mo Shangyun saw Duan Zimu's gentle eyebrows and frivolous smile.
"Give."
Without waiting for Mo Shangyun's answer, Duan Zimu put his left hand on the table, as if offering it as a pillow for her.
After looking at him and then at the arm, Mo Shangyun fell back, leaned on the table behind him, and said lazily, "I won't sleep."
Having said that, sitting here idle with nothing to distract my attention, sleepiness still comes over me.
Holding an unknown fire in his heart, Mo Shangyun became more and more irritable, but did not show it too much.
Duan Zimu stared at her for a moment.
His face was slightly pale, his brows were slightly furrowed unconsciously, and his usually calm and clear eyes now hid a bit of annoyance.
If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.
However, Mo Shangyun was very close to him and was used to her restrained aura. At this moment, she could easily detect even the slightest thing was wrong.
Mo Shangyun glanced at him warningly.
Smiling lightly, Duan Zimu looked away.
*
Eleven o'clock.
Mu Cheng and Xiao Chuyun came to the back door to see the situation.
The back door was open, and the appearance of the two people could be said to be without any movement. However, when the two of them stood still, what they saw at first glance was not Peng Yuqiu who was concentrating on teaching, but Mo Shangyun who was so bored that he was about to fall asleep in the back row.
While others were busy writing, Mo Shangyun leaned back, playing with a pen in his hand, slightly raising his head and looking at the multimedia screen, wondering if he was listening to the lecture.
Seeing this, Mu Cheng couldn't help but hold his forehead.
Fortunately, he could leave before dark, otherwise he would have to work with Peng Yuqiu on how to correct Mo Shangjun's attitude.
"When will the captain come back?" Xiao Chuyun asked.
"Originally it was tonight," Mucheng said, "However, Yanzi said he had changed his flight and it should be earlier. I don't know the specific time."
"Yeah." Xiao Chuyun nodded slightly.
Immediately, Xiao Chuyun asked again: "Is this Mo Shangyun always like this?"
"I don't know, this is my first time seeing her in class." Mucheng helplessly spread his hands.
Xiao Chuyun looked at Mo Shangyun.
As if sensing it, Mo Shangjun paused while playing with his pen, then turned his head. At that moment, his sharp gaze swept across, with a look that contained murderous intent, and he suddenly met Xiao Chuyun's gaze.
A moment of confrontation.
Soon, a figure stood outside the window, and a shadow passed through the window and fell on the desk.
Mo Shangyun quickly looked away, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the people outside the window.
Looking at it, I was stunned for a moment.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)