The students were busy with their own affairs, and the instructors did not chat with Zhong Tianhao for a long time.
Mo Shangyun took the lead in evacuating with a group of helpers.
Poor Ji Ruonan, because of politeness, he couldn't leave as decisively as Mo Shangjun, so he could only stay where he was, waiting for the students in Group A to clean up the trash, while chatting with Zhong Tianhao.
Fortunately, Zhong Tianhao was in a very unhappy mood and was so angry that he had no intention of chatting with Ji Ruonan. After a few casual words, he left.
Although Zhong Tianhao was quite rude, Ji Ruonan still breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
This new female soldier instructor is definitely not a good person.
Let Mo Shangyun fight with him, she is powerless now...
Group A has been losing for two weeks in a row. It really takes a lot of effort to cheer up Group A again.
*
Mo Shangjun returned to his dormitory building.
When we arrived on the second floor, we saw the lights on in the newest office and voices coming from inside.
After standing in the corridor for three seconds, Mo Shangyun glanced at the time one last time, figuring that if she went to say hello again, it would take a lot of time, so she decisively chose to go upstairs.
Just pretend you didn't notice anything.
The lights were turned off in the dormitory on the third floor, but Mo Shangjun estimated that except for Duan Zimu, who was carefree and light-hearted, no other instructors were there.
When passing by dormitories 05 and 06, Mo Shangjun paused.
Both doors were not closed, and when I glanced inside, I could clearly see the bed that had not been made yet.
Touching his chin, Mo Shangjun didn't stay long and went directly to the front of dormitory 01.
However, as soon as I opened the door with the key, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
Just one person.
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, then turned his head and glanced towards the stairs.
There was a sensor light near the stairs, and the footsteps were not deliberately muted, so the light came on quickly.
The next moment, what came into view was Peng Yuqiu, whose face was ashen.
From a distance, one could clearly feel the gloomy aura coming from the direction of Peng Yuqiu. His peach-blossom eyes didn't have that seductive smell at all, but instead contained the kind of depression that could turn a person into ashes.
Stopping in place with great interest, Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows at Peng Yuqiu, "What's wrong?"
Peng Yuqiu saw her at first sight when he turned around, but when he heard her voice, he looked at her for a few times.
As he looked around, he was already approaching.
Peng Yuqiu stopped at 0, which was in front of his own dormitory.
"It's time to reform."
Peng Yuqiu glanced at her, and his voice was sinister.
"oh?"
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, slightly confused.
at the same time--
04 The door of the dormitory opened with a "creak" sound.
Duan Zimu walked out of the door lazily.
He looked like he was about to wake up. He was wearing a camouflage short-sleeved shirt and trousers. He seemed to have been woken up in the middle of his sleep and came out to check the situation.
"what's the situation?"
Leaning against the door, Duan Zimu looked over sleepily and asked them lazily.
Peng Yuqiu stood still, looked to the left, and then to the back.
I thought that it would be unkind to leave like this, being attacked from both sides.
So Peng Yuqiu clapped his hands and said straightforwardly: "Just now, the new instructors walked around the first and second floors and found a lot of problems. They decided to work overtime to summarize these problems and then raised them with Mr. Yan.
Opinion."
"Comments?"
Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.
It’s just a matter of giving opinions, why should you mention them to Master Yan?
"Have they seen Instructor Yan?" Duan Zimu thought for a while and asked calmly from the side.
"No."
Peng Yuqiu shrugged.
I thought Master Yan was in the office, but he didn't know where he went.
"Not in the office?" Mo Shangyun asked suspiciously.
"Not here." Peng Yuqiu affirmed.
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, then became quiet for a moment, then winked at Peng Yuqiu and Duan Zimu, and glanced at 0's door.
Peng Yuqiu and Duan Zimu were stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.
My heart suddenly went cold.
"Ahem," after a while, Peng Yuqiu broke the silence, "Let's go to sleep first, we have to get up early tomorrow."
"Wait a minute." Mo Shangjun stopped him. When he met Peng Yuqiu's confused eyes, Mo Shangjun didn't hesitate and asked directly, "What problem did they find in you?"
The way Peng Yuqiu looked just now clearly showed that he had been bullied.
"this."
Peng Yuqiu paused.
"Um?"
Mo Shangyun took the call smoothly, feeling that he was bound to hear the result.
"What, if nothing goes wrong, our mobile phones may be confiscated in the next period of time."
Peng Yuqiu finished speaking almost helplessly, then opened the door directly and walked in before Mo Shangjun asked again.
In the blink of an eye, there were only two people in the corridor, Mo Shangyun and Duan Zimu.
As soon as Peng Yuqiu, who was standing in the middle, disappeared, only each other was left in their field of vision, and they all paused on the spot.
He didn't speak for three seconds.
When Duan Zimu suddenly wanted to speak out, he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell.
This time, the two of them had a magical tacit understanding. Without saying a word, they entered the door directly, and even the sound of the door closing sounded almost at the same time.
As soon as the door closed, Mo Shangyun forgot about the new instructor, took his clothes and took a cold shower, then came back and went straight to bed.
*
The next day, four o'clock.
Mo Shangyun woke up early.
However, Mo Shangjun decided to cancel his morning exercise and stayed in bed for a while. He waited until 4:30 before slowly getting up from the bed.
Simply wash up and tidy up the bedding.
During this period, he faintly heard the sound of opening and closing doors in the corridor. Mo Shangyun listened quietly for a few seconds, but did not take it to heart and continued to do his own thing.
She was a very light sleeper. The instructors came back one after another last night, and the sound of opening and closing the door came unexpectedly. Mo Shangyun did not enter a deep sleep all night.
At this moment, he was furious.
She was too lazy to care about who got up early.
After tidying up, Mo Shangjun went out directly.
It's almost May, and the sun is getting earlier and earlier, but it's too early now, and it's still pitch black outside.
Glancing at the silent base outside, Mo Shangyun lazily adjusted his hat, stepped lightly, and quietly left the third floor.
Soon, we arrived at the second floor.
Mo Shangjun, who originally wanted to go to the office and squint for about twenty minutes, saw the newest office with lights on as soon as he turned the corner.
The door is open, and the bright light of the incandescent lamp is projected from the doorway and the window, illuminating the silent and dark corridor.
The night was so quiet that Mo Shangyun could clearly hear the sounds inside the door.
It was very soft, the sound of turning over information.
Mo Shangjun, who was avoiding the new instructor for the time being, thought about it on the spot, finally touched his nose, turned around and walked down the stairs towards the first floor.
At the end of the first floor, Mo Shangyun paused and raised his eyes to glance at the base within the visible range.
I wanted to plan where to go, but the moment I raised my eyes, I saw Zhong Tianhao standing in the open space outside the dormitory building, holding a whistle in his hand and pacing back and forth.
That gloomy expression was exactly the same as what I saw last night.
The moment Mo Shangyun saw him, he felt someone's gaze, and immediately stopped and looked keenly in Mo Shangyun's direction.
Zhong Tianhao, who was still wondering who it was, was stunned for no reason when he saw it was Mo Shangyun.
Soon, Zhong Tianhao's expression collapsed when he thought of the anger he received from Mo Shangyun last night.
With a dark face, he tried not to get angry with Mo Shangjun.
"Instructor Zhong, it's good morning."
Leaving the stairs calmly, Mo Shangyun greeted Zhong Tianhao lazily, and then walked slowly towards him.
Mo Shangjun's voice was cold, and with the cool breeze in the morning, it always gave people a casual and careless tone.
Zhong Tianhao glanced behind her a few times, and after confirming that she was the only one, he frowned.
"It's just you, where are the others?"
Zhong Tianhao asked Mo Shangyun in a cold voice, with a certain amount of questioning in his tone.
Mo Shangjun's brows moved slightly.
Probably figuring out Zhong Tianhao's intention, Mo Shangyun directly reminded: "Morning exercise at half past five."
"Morning training at 5:30, you have to get up at 5 o'clock?!" Zhong Tianhao immediately became angry, and said in a very harsh tone, "As an instructor, you can't prepare in advance before the students, what are you talking about!"
"..."
Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment.
He raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Tianhao.
He has a Chinese character face and regular facial features. He is the kind of person who looks very serious even when he is standing there. Ordinary people basically avoid such people.
At this moment, when I get angry, I frown tightly, and an invisible pressure hits my face. (To be continued)