Mo Shangjun's handling of Group B's internal affairs issues spread among the students and instructors in just one noon.
However, no one commented on Mo Shangjun's fault.
He even gradually changed his view on Mo Shangjun.
Insiders regarded this matter as another contest between Mo Shangyun and Shengxia. Compared with Shengxia, who insisted on not showing up, and Mo Shangyun, who was tolerant to the students who were covering for his teammates, almost everyone was better.
More inclined to Mo Shangyun.
This time, there was no need for Yan Gui to secretly promote Mo Shangyun's "goodness", and most people began to agree with Mo Shangyun.
However, Mo Shangjun, who was secretly discussed, stayed in the office for an afternoon and an evening after lunch.
Even dinner was brought over by Yan Tianxing.
Mu Cheng, who was in their office again, after saying hello to Mo Shangjun, glanced at the wall behind Mo Shangjun intentionally or unintentionally.
I was surprised to find that compared to yesterday, every table on the wall had new content added.
Mu Cheng left silently, put the materials in Yan Tianxing's office, and then went to work overtime in a decent manner.
On the other hand, Mo Shangjun, who was following a normal schedule, passed by Mucheng's office and saw a few people working overtime, and felt that they were working very hard.
The next day.
Mo Shangjun, who got up early at three o'clock, finished his morning exercise at seven-thirty.
After taking a shower and having breakfast, Mo Shangjun went to the student dormitory with the roster. After inspection, he was surprised to find that all the students had made great progress in housekeeping, and most of them passed the test successfully.
Especially in Group B, there is no dormitory where a single student is unqualified, and there is no arbitrarily changing of her housekeeping regulations.
It can be said that yesterday’s lunch was not in vain.
Mo Shangyun left with satisfaction and went to Yan Tianxing's office with the roster.
"Come again?"
Every time at this time, Yan Tianxing gets a headache when he sees Mo Shangyun.
"Not welcome?"
Mo Shangjun strode over and put the roster on the desk.
Yan Tianxing glanced sideways at her.
Get used to her!
But, the next moment, he took the roster over.
I flipped through it casually and saw the final results.
Just as Mo Shangyun said, in three days, the internal affairs met the standards and no one failed.
"You sit in the office every day?"
He found his own special water glass with ease and went to pour a glass of water. Mo Shangjun came back and raised his eyebrows at Yan Tianxing.
"otherwise?"
Yan Tianxing raised his eyes to look at her.
"Has your physical fitness declined?" Putting the water glass on the table, Mo Shangyun sat down on the office chair beside him naturally.
"Is this," Yan Tianxing raised his lips after a deliberate pause, "an invitation to morning practice?"
After falling back and finding a comfortable sitting position, Mo Shangyun replied leisurely: "Just asking."
"I have something to do tomorrow. I will go out for a few days and then I will make statistics by myself." Turning on the computer, Yan Tianxing put the roster aside.
"oh."
Glancing at Mo Shangyun who was absent-minded, Yan Tianxing reminded him, "You are not allowed to ask for help."
Especially Duan Zimu.
"..." After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun suddenly asked, "What's the matter?"
"confidential."
After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked again: "What direction?"
"Overseas."
"……oh."
Mo Shangjun responded and wisely did not ask any more questions.
Probably on another mission.
Unexpectedly, Yan Tianxing's previous mission was to fight one person against many people. He was missing for a long time and returned injured.
"Can you come back?"
Somehow, Mo Shangyun asked Yan Tianxing again.
Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, and his eyes bypassed the computer in front of him and fell on Mo Shangyun, who was sitting opposite him in a chic posture.
"Do I look like I'm going to die?"
Mo Shangyun shook his head, "It's impossible to tell about accidents."
"..."
Yan Tianxing was speechless for a moment.
After a while, Yan Tianxing looked at her helplessly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you heard of Azrael?"
"puff--"
Mo Shangjun, who had just taken a drink of water, spurted the water out.
"That Azrael from two years ago?"
"Yeah." Yan Tian and Xing Yun lightly confirmed Mo Shangjun's doubts.
Mo Shangyun: "..."
Azrael, the god of death.
It is not the "Angel of Death" who holds the book of life and death in a certain religion, but a Dongguan special operations team that was widely publicized in the domestic and foreign media two years ago.
This action team disappeared at the border of Yuncheng two years ago. Within three days, they rescued hostages abroad, killed terrorists, and fought against drug traffickers. They were involved in a series of things. Not only could they successfully complete the dangerous battle,
Even in missions, he can often escape unscathed, and has received widespread attention because of his powerful combat effectiveness.
Of course, their identities have not been released.
Many details are media speculation.
Two years ago, "Azrael" was widely circulated in domestic and foreign media, especially on social media. The Internet age has brought hero worship to its fullest. There are even rumors that some people are determined to become soldiers because of "Azrael"
of.
Mo Shangyun is still very concerned about military news, but this "Azrael" is said to be magical. Mo Shangyun has always doubted the authenticity of the news and doesn't take it to heart.
Until she returned to the military compound one time and heard Mo Shangshuang chatting with Yan Gui's father, and they accidentally mentioned "Azrael".
They immediately confirmed "Azrael".
Azrael has no superpowers, but they did participate in three battles in a row and managed to escape.
At that time, Mo Shangshuang even told Mo Shangjun about Azrael's strange fighting method, which was used as a teaching material by many troops during that time.
Mo Shangyun also learned from them that Azrael was an action team of a certain special forces stationed in Cloud City. It was randomly assembled and there was no perfect tacit understanding. Everything depended on proper command.
It is said that this special force has no designation or name. It is not only unknown to the outside world, but also very few people know about it internally.
Later, Mo Shangyun specially studied the combat methods of this special operations team, and he had to admit that it was indeed surprisingly exciting.
At the very least, if she were to take command, it would never reach this point, and the members would still be in a state of exhaustion from having experienced many battles.
"Are you the commander?"
Mo Shangyun came back to his senses and stared at Yan Tianxing closely.
In response to her, a box of tissue paper was handed to her.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and saw Yan Tianxing's stretched out hand, his fingers with distinct joints, and a healed scar on the palm of his hand. Looking up, he saw Yan Tianxing's handsome face, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Instead of picking up the tissue immediately, Mo Shangyun took the cup and continued to take a sip of water before putting the cup down. Then he took the tissue handed to him, pulled out two pieces of paper, and simply wiped the water off his body.
stains.
"This is a secret." Yan Tianxing said meaningfully.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.
There is no doubt that it is Yan Tianxing.
She also once thought that the commander was a young man with rich combat experience, extremely weird ideas, absolutely perverse personality and extremely inconspicuous... young man.
Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing's face carefully.
Suddenly I felt disillusioned.
However, I am not worried about Mo Shangyun's safety at all.
She is a pervert who can command that kind of battle, and her combat ability is inestimable. She has no actual combat experience, and she has no confidence to point fingers in front of him.
Leng Buding thought that after hearing that Yan Tianxing was missing, Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu could still remain relatively calm...
Oh shit.
Mo Shangyun cursed in his heart.
With such a great background, no wonder someone hired a passive-aggressive person like him to be the chief instructor.
"Is there anything else you can say?"
After a while, Mo Shangyun completely calmed down and asked calmly.
"I didn't say anything." Old God Yan Tianxing said.
Mo Shangjun gave him a cold look.
After a while, Mo Shangyun said: "I have a question."
"You ask." Yan Tianxing opened the roster.
"In your army, do you select people like this too?" Mo Shangjun bypassed the previous question and returned to the April training camp.
"How to choose someone?"
Yan Tianxing asked with great interest.
After drinking all the water in the cup, Mo Shangjun continued: "I run out every two days without going to the training ground. I only read the instructor's summary and muddle through."
Yan Tianxing looked at her and affirmed: "No."
"oh?"
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Different people, different purposes, different treatment." Yan Tianxing said slowly.
The soldiers Yan Tianxing needs cannot be of the same level as the current batch of students. Of the 50 people among them, only thirty or forty people were selected by him to participate in the selection. Basically, the ratio is one to ten.
Moreover, the so-called intensive training is not to select special forces, but to try to raise them to the level required for special selection, which will definitely eliminate a large number of people.
From a broad perspective, they only need to improve their basic project capabilities at this stage.
For Yan Tianxing, such a goal does not require overly tough measures.
Furthermore, he has already arranged the training items and procedures, and assigned everything to the instructors and assistant instructors. As long as each instructor follows the procedures, he does not need to bother to supervise.
Of course Mo Shangjun is an unstable factor...
However, Mo Shangyun has her own sense of proportion, and Yan Tianxing can completely let her make her own decisions.
In addition, it can be used to exercise the management skills of Mucheng and Peng Yuqiu.
Mo Shangyun paused, a flash of thought flashed between his brows, and he gradually understood Yan Tianxing's meaning.
"It's not that I have any doubts about your soldiers," Mo Shangyun said slowly, looking directly into Yan Tianxing's eyes, and asked with a very obvious temptation, "Can Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng represent your army?
level?”
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