The window is a casement type with two pages. Because there are too many people in the classroom and ventilation is needed, the window in the back seat is opened, while the window near Mo Shangjun is closed.
Yan Tianxing stood in the middle of the window, with a tall and straight posture and a lazy breath.
I haven't seen him for a few days, and his aura has not diminished at all. Once he stands there, he attracts attention for no reason. Once his eyes come into contact, it is difficult to look away.
The corridor outside is very narrow, and the sun shines down from the side, covering his shoulders, staining the light edges, and the outline of his figure becomes increasingly hazy.
He was wearing a camouflage training uniform, with dark mottled colors that were a little lighter under the sunlight. He was leaning sideways, with one hand in his trouser pocket, standing casually, with two buttons on his collar unbuttoned and open.
Looking up, he is wearing a round battle hat, with shadows hanging down, and his handsome and enchanting face hidden in the darkness.
A profile face with smooth lines and strong outlines. However, the eyebrows are smiling intentionally or unintentionally, arousing a bit of sultry charm.
Eyes slightly lowered, his gaze fell on Mo Shangyun.
The moment Mo Shangyun raised her eyes, her eyes collided with hers. She was somewhat surprised by the unexpected person.
When she looked at Yan Tianxing, Yan Tianxing also looked at her a few times.
The training cap was placed on the table, revealing short, soft black hair, a little messy. A few strands of hair fell down in front of the forehead, covering the smooth and plump forehead. The facial features were exquisite, and he squinted his eyes slightly. After a moment of confusion, he
Raising his eyebrows flamboyantly.
However, the fair skin on his face revealed an unusual paleness, and his eyes were as clear as the stars, with light moving slightly.
Just a few seconds.
Soon, Yan Tianxing stretched out his hand and handed it to Mo Shangyun through the window.
"Pen."
The low and lazy word, with a mellow and magnetic voice, originally meant a command, but with the slight curl of the corners of his lips, it lost some of its majesty.
Lowering his eyes, Mo Shangyun glanced at the hand.
The hands are very good-looking, with slender fingers, and there are calluses on the fingertips and palms worn over many years.
However, at a glance, what Mo Shangjun noticed was a long scar on his palm, as well as scars with the same depth and similar location on each finger.
The wound was not deep, it was scarred and was still healing, so it was probably a stab wound.
Mo Shangjun could imagine the width and sharpness of the knife, as well as the strength with which Yan Tianxing held it.
With her heart moving slightly, Mo Shangjun glanced at Yan Tianxing thoughtfully. The smile on her face gradually faded, and she silently placed the signature pen in his hand.
Avoid the scar.
Noticing Mo Shangyun's subtle movements, Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows and realized the injury on his hand.
At that moment, he took the signature pen and took his hand back.
In such a short period of time, most of the attention in the classroom was attracted.
Even Peng Yuqiu stopped his lecture unconsciously and cast his gaze in this direction politely.
Yan Tianxing stood against the light, and his shadow fell on Mo Shangyun. When he stretched out his hand, his palm also fell into the shadow. No one except Mo Shangyun could see clearly the scars on Yan Tianxing's hand, so Lian Yin did not emerge from it.
Even Duan Zimu only had time to see Yan Tianxing stop his hand after hearing the word "pen" from Yan Tianxing.
I'm just curious, when did Yan Tianxing show up, what he did in the past few days, and... what kind of thing did Mo Shangyun commit that would make him be targeted by Yan Tianxing.
However, Yan Tianxing didn't give them a few more seconds to guess. As soon as he put away his pen, he glanced at Peng Yuqiu, motioned for him to continue, and then turned around and left.
The shadows outside the window suddenly disappeared, replaced by a bright light and lush weeds and trees in the distance.
Mo Shangjun watched Yan Tianxing leave, and when he saw his clothes disappear from sight, a flash of confusion flashed across his expression, and then he looked away and looked at the notebook and pen in front of him.
Suddenly I felt a lot calmer.
A minute later, she picked up another pen and opened the first page of the notebook.
It had been three hours since class started. It was the first time I saw her writing. Duan Zimu couldn't help but turn his head to look at her.
After putting down the pen, Mo Shangyun turned his head, the calmness in his eyes faded away, and his eyes were sharp and warning.
Duan Zimu raised his eyebrows and looked away naturally.
back door.
Mu Cheng and Xiao Chuyun looked at each other.
Afterwards, they left with a tacit understanding to catch up with Yan Tianxing.
*
At 1 o'clock, get out of class is over.
Mo Shangyun listened to the class for half an hour.
I listened absentmindedly, as if I were reviewing, and only when I occasionally heard new and novel knowledge would I listen carefully to a few words.
The so-called survival in the wild cannot be easily mastered after learning it for four days.
However, most of the students here are new recruits and have never participated in real wilderness survival. They cannot distinguish between poisonous and non-toxic plants, so they need to be given a general introduction.
It is impossible for Mo Shangyun to be completely familiar with every plant, animal, and insect in the jungle. Therefore, in the knowledge Peng Yuqiu talks about, there will occasionally be things that she has never heard of or seen.
"Momo, let's go have lunch."
As soon as he heard the word "get out of class is over", Yan Gui's performance was particularly positive and he couldn't wait to shout to Mo Shangyun.
"You go first."
Mo Shangjun closed the notebook and explained.
"Didn't we say we were together?" Yan Gui was quite disappointed.
The corner of his eye glanced at Peng Yuqiu who was passing by the window. Mo Shangjun said lightly: "I have a few questions that I would like to ask instructor Peng."
Peng Yuqiu heard the sound, stopped walking, glanced this way, and wondered: "...Huh?"
"What does the team leader mean?"
Lin Qi turned around and looked at Duan Zimu.
Mo Shangjun was used to being wanton, so it was probably impossible for her to stay with their group for a whole day.
Of course, as long as Duan Zimu, the team leader, speaks, "cultivating a tacit understanding" can be regarded as nothing.
The reason why she asked Duan Zimu was to help Mo Shangjun and let Duan Zimu give a positive answer.
"See you in the afternoon."
Duan Zimu stood up and said goodbye to Mo Shangjun with a low smile.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and shrugged.
In front, An Chen looked deeply at Mo Shangyun and said nothing for a long time.
Throughout the morning, even though he was in the same group, he could not even find a chance to talk to Mo Shangyun.
The groups in the classroom left one after another. Their group did not stay long, and the five of them left one after another.
They were almost gone. Peng Yuqiu, who was parked in the corridor outside, looked down at his watch, then walked to the window, put his hands on the window, leaned in slightly, and asked helplessly: "Classmate Mo Shangjun, what do you want?
Do you want to ask a question?"
"Are you still there?"
Mo Shangyun turned his head and asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
Depend on!
Fortunately, he was willing to be her cover.
"How about drawing a key point?" Mo Shangjun pointed at the notebook and asked him with a smile.
"hehe."
Peng Yuqiu gave her a sinister smile.
He picked up the textbook and left with a sullen expression, a bit arrogant.
Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
Standing up, Mo Shangjun saw that there were not many people in the classroom. He was too lazy to walk out of the door in a proper manner, and directly pushed open the other window, then put his hands on the window and flew out of the window.
The male students in the classroom: "..."
Did something just happen?
*
Having no appetite, Mo Shangjun didn't want to go to the canteen. After wandering around the small bungalow, he decided to find a sunny place and have a good sleep.
However, as soon as I walked around the right side of the small bungalow to the front, I heard a familiar and lazy voice——
"Where to go?"
After being stunned for a moment, Mo Shangyun looked up and saw a figure standing under the tree in front of him.
Yan Tianxing stood in the shade of the tree, with sunlight shining through the dense leaves, forming dots of light beams. The wind blew through, and the light and shadow were mottled, jumping and flashing on his body.
Yan Tianxing looked at her.
Wearing her training hat at an angle, the brim of the hat was pulled to the right, and her hair was pressed close to her skin. She stood leisurely, squinting and looking this way, with a lazy and doubtful look on her face.
As they looked at each other, Mo Shangjun silently raised his hand and straightened his hat, trying to straighten his image as a "female officer", "female leader" and "deputy company commander".
This blatant little move fell into Yan Tianxing's eyes. It was funny and cute, and he couldn't help laughing. His eyes were full of soft smiles, which were warm and a bit cloying.
Then, he raised his legs and walked towards Mo Shangyun.
When he got closer, Mo Shangjun was already standing upright, with a straight waist and a straight back.
"Instructor Yan——"
Mo Shangyun opened his mouth and called him.
However, before the words were spoken, Yan Tianxing stopped, raised his hand, grabbed the brim of her hat, and took off her training hat.
Mo Shangjun's face darkened and he frowned at him.
The wind blew by, blowing up her short broken hair, and strands of messy hair were flying freely in the breeze.
I'm afraid my hair has grown a little too long since I haven't had it cut in three months.
Yan Tianxing chuckled, "It's time to cut your hair."
"No time."
Mo Shangjun rolled his eyes at him.
Yan Tianxing raised his left hand, passed his fingers through her soft hair, and helped her straighten her messy short hair.
Mo Shangjun, who wanted to take a step back, raised his head slightly and inadvertently glanced at his right hand holding her training hat. A faint scar came into view. Mo Shangjun paused and stood there.
No action.
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