Duan Zimu's eyes were different from other students who watched nervously. They had confidence and seemed to have predicted the result.
His gaze changed immediately with Mo Shangyun's movements, and he followed unconsciously. There was a hint of smile in his eyes, and there was a deeper feeling of gentleness.
It's hard to deceive people with eyes.
Duanzimu is definitely not just appreciating Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun!
These three words flashed through Qin Lian's mind.
He turned his head and swept over to Mo Shangyun who was fighting with Yan Jinchao.
In the previous battle, Liang Zhiqiong came to provoke him, and Qin Lian had no time to take a closer look. When he went to see this time, Yan Jinchao was at a disadvantage. Within two moves, Mo Shangyun locked Yan Jinchao's neck.
Qin Lian's eyes were slightly stunned, and a drop of cold sweat slid down from her forehead.
Even Liang Zhiqiong, who was full of confidence in Mo Shangyun, blinked in shock.
So fast?
This is...too legendary.
At some point, all the students in this open space were silent.
At some point, every pair of eyes gathered, focusing on the battle between Mo Shangyun and Yan Jinchao.
It was clearly not that they participated in the battle with Mo Shangyun, but most of them were extremely nervous just watching, staring at the two of them carefully, for fear that they would not be able to keep up with their movements in a blink of an eye.
At present, the outcome has been decided.
But they have not come back to their senses for a long time.
At first, most male students were eagerly looking forward to saying that they could win today.
After all, he is a recognized strong man and a male soldier. No matter how strong Mo Shangyun is, he is just a woman. If the strongest among them falls to Mo Shangyun's hands, it would be too ugly.
Unexpectedly—
Completely defeated.
The complete failure of the Red Fruit.
There is no room for recovery.
After two combat trainings and three consecutive failures, the frustration in their hearts at this moment is no better than the ones involved.
Mo Shangyun is only a year old. Even if she starts to learn martial arts when she hits her mother, she will not be as perverted as this kind of pervert, right?!
In terms of body shape and strength, Jinchao is stronger than Mo Shangyun!
"Brothers, let me mourn."
Yan Gui casually blocked the shoulders of the person near him and comforted them without surprise.
Yan Jinchao is already very powerful if he can compete with his Mo Mo for so long.
Yan Jinchao is at best a martial arts tycoon, but his Mo Mo is a pervert.
What is pervert?
It's not a human!
The martial arts style is a bit more beautiful. His Mo Mo is a martial arts genius. With the acquired environment training, the teachings of all the mysterious masters. Until now, in terms of martial arts value, it is okay to say that no one in his peers can match.
of.
"Go and go."
Song Ci, who was strangled by him, pushed him away directly.
However, as soon as he pushed it halfway, he hugged Yan Gui.
He really hugged him, and when he opened his arms, he directly surrounded Yan Gui, ran into him head-on, and greeted Yan Gui with a masculine embrace.
At that moment, Yan Gui just wanted to jump into the river and die.
"..." Feeling Song Ci's hot gaze, Yan Gui's face changed, "No, isn't it a confession?"
Seeing Yan Gui's reaction and hearing the sighs around him, Song Ci immediately came to his senses and realized that his movements were a bit too much, so he immediately let go of his hand.
When I lowered my head, my ears were all red.
Yan Gui was greedy and patted his shoulder openly, "Brother, don't care, just say something if you have something to do."
Song Ci looked around and then approached Yan Gui, lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you the childhood sweetheart of Instructor Mo? You have such a good relationship, is it okay to let her write a passage?"
"Hehe, it depends on what you write," Yan Gui joked with a smile, "If you ask her to give you a love letter of a few lines, you will probably be a little embarrassed."
“…Don’t talk nonsense!”
Song Ci's face turned red again.
Yan Gui resisted the urge to laugh, tried to correct his serious expression, and continued: "Stop talking, what do you want to write, what do you want to do?"
"That's right," Song Ci put his shoulders on his way to the place where he deviated from the crowd, saying like a thief, "Tang Shi is about to celebrate her birthday, and she has always liked Instructor Mo very much, and she has no chance to prepare in this army.
Birthday gift, so I thought, if I could, she would be very happy to ask Instructor Mo to write her a passage of encouragement."
"oh……"
Yan Gui dragged his voice long.
With his eyes rolling, Yan Gui was about to make a trick, but he didn't have time to say anything, and he heard a familiar and dangerous teasing sound from behind.
"Two, where are these people who are holding each other's arms?"
Yan Gui and Song Ci both trembled violently.
At the same time, the two of them slowly turned their heads in a particularly stiff posture.
What caught my eye was Mo Shangyun's face with a faint smile but extremely gloomy face.
"Instructor Mo..." Yan Guidou immediately sent back the hand placed on Song Ci's shoulder, and spoke quickly to Mo Shangyun, "We are studying the battle between you and Brother Yan to see if we can pass this battle.
Learn from experience—”
"Three points deducted." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and interrupted him.
Yan Gui was stunned and asked tentatively: "We?"
Looking at him, Mo Shangyun said very surely: "You."
Yan Gui: "..."
I felt that my mind was hurt extremely strongly, and it was the kind that could not be compensated by a box of skewers.
With a raised brow and ignored Yan Gui's expression, Mo Shangyun turned around and faced the student who glanced at him from time to time.
He raised his hand, handed the black whistle to his mouth, blew it, and then shouted, "Get together!"
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)