When the leader of Group 9 called people, he tensed up and straightened his waist. If it weren't for the occasion, he might not be able to control his inner nervousness and give Duan Zimu a military salute.
As soon as these words came out, not only the people watching around him, but also Mo Shangyun couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
He raised his eyes and looked towards Duan Zimu.
I have never known who Duan Zimu is, and Mo Shangjun has never asked about it. Even Yan Gui has not disclosed the information, and I have never seen anyone from the same army getting along with him. He usually lives alone.
Most people thought he came alone and was shrouded in mystery from beginning to end.
However, for Mo Shangyun, it was not that surprising.
Two bars and one star, deputy battalion commander, passable in terms of military rank.
Amid many astonished eyes, Duan Zimu stared at the leader of the 9th team. Although his expression was calm, there was an indescribable majesty.
"Apologise." One word at a time, the words are concise.
"yes."
The leader of Group 9 responded immediately.
Immediately, he turned around and looked at Liang Zhiqiong with a complicated expression.
First it was Liang Zhiqiong, then a bunch of people, and now it was Duan Zimu. Liang Zhiqiong stood aside. Seeing that the people in Group 9 were so aggrieved, his anger had long since dissipated, but he was even more curious about Duan Zimu's identity.
Now, seeing the leader of Group 9 turning around so cautiously, Liang Zhiqiong hesitated for a moment and wanted to wave her hands and say forget it, but before she could make any move, she noticed Mo Shangjun's suggestive eyes.
There was clearly no tacit understanding with Mo Shangyun, but after noticing that look, Liang Zhiqiong surprisingly understood what Mo Shangyun meant——
Wait for them to apologize.
"Well, I'm sorry."
After taking two steps forward in embarrassment, the leader of Group 9 didn't even want to lose face and honestly apologized to Liang Zhiqiong.
After he finished speaking, he did not go to see if Liang Zhiqiong accepted it. Instead, he went to see Duan Zimu immediately. Noticing that Duan Zimu's expression did not soften, the leader of the 9th group immediately pulled the other members of the group over and spoke in front of everyone.
I apologized to Liang Zhiqiong.
The rest of the team members, although they were not from the Duanzi Mu Camp, saw this posture and knew that they could not hold on any longer. They all relaxed and reluctantly said "I'm sorry."
Liang Zhiqiong waited for Mo Shangjun's signal before she nodded and accepted their apology graciously.
At this time, there are still two minutes before class time.
Duan Zimu was the first to turn around and leave.
Soon, Lin Qi, Yan Gui, An Chen, and Yu Yitong also turned around and did not interfere.
The members of Group 9 were so embarrassed that they walked through the crowd in disgrace and returned to their positions.
Most of the people involved were gone, and the onlookers dispersed one after another, preparing to attend their class.
"Thanks."
Turning around, Mo Shangjun swept around the six people in the company and Xin Shuang and said thank you.
"It's okay, Deputy Company Mo, call us anytime if anything happens." The six people in the company waved their hands, especially grandly.
Xin Shuang stood there in a daze, at a loss for a moment. A brother reminded him and asked him to respond, but in the end, he just gave Mo Shangjun a silly smile.
Brothers support each other.
Brother Xing is afraid that he will die alone...
The brothers greeted Mo Shangjun one by one, and then forcibly took away Xin Shuang, who lost his mind when he saw Mo Shangjun.
Soon, the people around him had almost dispersed.
"Hey," Liang Zhiqiong walked to Mo Shangyun, feeling a little grateful but not wanting to show it too obviously, so she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Thank you."
Mo Shangyun looked at her sideways and said, "It's time for class."
After saying that, he put his hand in his trouser pocket and strode towards his seat.
This time, Liang Zhiqiong has made some progress by being able to endure it for so long. If this was the first day, he would have to fight with someone as soon as possible.
Since she has made progress, it might not be a bad idea to help her.
Liang Zhiqiong looked at her back with a complicated expression and slowly followed her.
Regarding Mo Shangyun... I feel weird.
When she first collided with someone, the first thing she thought of was not only Peng Yuqiu's repeated warnings, but also Mo Shangjun's usual attitude and style.
That's why I suppressed it and didn't take action.
However, Mo Shangjun was not in the same group as her, but when so many people were watching, she was the one who stood up to help her...
Liang Zhiqiong thought of the incident of lifting her quilt earlier, and for a moment, she felt a little embarrassed.
*
Perhaps out of gratitude and guilt, Liang Zhiqiong listened very carefully to the class this morning.
Although Peng Yuqiu arrived after the class was over, it didn't mean that he didn't know about Liang Zhiqiong and the members of Group 9. I thought Liang Zhiqiong would get angry in class and pay attention to her intentionally or unintentionally during class, but he didn't expect that Liang Zhiqiong was particularly obedient in class.
If you listen carefully, you will take notes without any distraction.
On the other hand, Peng Yuqiu was distracted several times, but he covered it up very well.
First time out of class.
Liang Zhiqiong spent two minutes summarizing the knowledge points that were temporarily confusing, and planned to ask An Chen.
However, before I had time to ask, I heard the noise around me.
"Duan Zimu, which army are you from?"
"You are actually the deputy battalion commander."
"Hey, do you have a partner now?"
…
Liang Zhiqiong looked up and found a circle of people surrounding Duan Zimu's seat, including male and female soldiers, all curious about Duan Zimu's gossip.
It is conceivable that Duanzi Mu Na's appearance in the morning attracted many hearts and attracted much curiosity. He was already the focus of other people's gossip, and now he is even more popular.
Liang Zhiqiong frowned.
Duan Zimu helped her and was sought after, but she had no problem with it.
However, it bothered her to "ask questions".
In a moment of annoyance, Mo Shangjun, who was sitting on the left, tapped the table with his fingers.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Not too light, not too hard, just three sounds, just enough for them to hear clearly.
Involuntarily, they stopped asking and looked at Mo Shangyun cautiously.
Ever since they saw Mo Shangjun beating someone up and being held up by more than a dozen people... they were subconsciously afraid of this female officer.
The connections are really strong.
At this time, Duan Zimu also spoke at the right time, "Everyone, there are still people here who want to study, so don't disturb them."
This is a step down for them.
The students gathered around looked at each other, seemed to be understanding, said something to Duan Zimu, and left.
In the end, no news was obtained.
As they walked away, Duan Zimu tilted his head and looked at Mo Shangyun with a smile on his lips, half sincere and half false, "Thank you."
Mo Shangjun lazily looked away.
Liang Zhiqiong hesitated, said nothing, and continued to ask An Chen to ask questions.
An Chen is still good-tempered. Although he is a little absent-minded, he will patiently answer the questions Liang Zhiqiong asks.
*
At 1 o'clock, get out of class is over.
Mo Shangjun collected the notebook.
Liang Zhiqiong on one side asked her impatiently, "What time will we meet at noon today?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at her lightly.
Addicted to abuse?
After thinking for a while, Mo Shangyun said: "Half past one."
Liang Zhiqiong calculated in his mind that it was half an hour later than yesterday, and then asked in confusion: "Is it too late?"
"No." Mo Shangyun replied calmly.
After saying that, Mo Shangjun stood up directly without waiting for Liang Zhiqiong to continue to pester him, jumped over the window easily, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Liang Zhiqiong curled her lips.
As if he was anxious to see an old lover, his speed didn't slow down at all.
Closing the notebook, Liang Zhiqiong thought for a while and decided to go to dinner quickly so that she could come back early to review and master the knowledge points.
After all, the most effective way to silence gossip is to continue to maintain your current performance.
Just like An Chen and Duan Zimu, they had perfect scores for two consecutive days and no one questioned them.
In the final analysis, it is still a question of strength.
…
As Liang Zhiqiong thought, Mo Shangjun went to see his "old lover".
As always, Yan Tianxing prepared a meal and waited for her. However, there was a meal on the table and a laptop, but no one was seen in the room.
Among the folded laptops, Mo Shangjun found a piece of paper sandwiched between them.
Frowning slightly, Mo Shangjun walked over, opened the laptop, and was surprised to find the paper placed on the keyboard.
There is a line written on it——
Eat first and come back later.
Six words, no signature, but you can tell who it belongs to at a glance.
After glancing twice, Mo Shangjun slightly raised the corners of his lips.
I didn't expect it, but the handwriting is quite beautiful.
After looking at the dishes on the table and then at his notebook, Mo Shangyun put the note aside and turned on his notebook.
It's boring to eat alone. Let's wait a while.
Just finished writing the report.
However——
As soon as I turned on my computer and opened a document on my desktop, I heard the WeChat notification sound in the room.
"Ding dong."
"Ding dong."
"Ding dong."
…
Endless.
Putting down the mouse, Mo Shangyun turned around and found the right place for his phone.
There is a military jacket hanging on the wall near the door, in camouflage.
The sound came from inside.
Feeling really annoyed, Mo Shangyun touched his ears, stood up, walked over, and took out his cell phone from Yan Tianxing's coat.
The screen is on.
Sure enough, it was a WeChat message.
At first glance, Mo Shangjun scanned three words——
Frost on ink.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)