"It looks so good." Yan Tianxing chuckled, with a tone that seemed to be teasing, but mixed with a decisive meaning.
The ambiguous voice fell to his ears, and Mo Shangyun paused, almost choking on the chocolate.
After a while, Mo Shangyun's lips twitched slightly, he raised his hand to take the water glass from the table, and took a slow sip.
This is considered as not being swallowed.
"Honestly, how many of the suggestions here can be approved after the meeting?"
Stretching out both hands, grabbing the brim of the hat, Mo Shangjun forced it to straighten.
The military appearance and military appearance must be ensured to avoid being caught.
Yan Tianxing chuckled, and when he saw her changing the topic, he wanted to cover up the ambiguity and embarrassment, so he let go of her very cooperatively.
"It depends on your performance."
Standing up straight, Yan Tianxing said calmly.
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun squinted his eyes slightly. When he raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"
"What?" Yan Tianxing's smile grew stronger, "Do you want to cooperate?"
"depend on mood."
Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and stood up.
Glancing at the water glass on the table, Mo Shangyun thought about it, so as not to waste it, he directly picked up the water glass and said, "Let's go now."
"The information is not ready yet?" Yan Tianxing looked at her sideways.
Although Mo Shangjun usually seems to be doing nothing, she still works hard when it comes to her work.
Mo Shangjun has always known how to find shortcuts at work to complete more tasks in the least amount of time.
In other words, it's very efficient.
It is possible that Xiao Chuyun failed to prepare all the information, but this would never happen to Mo Shangyun.
"That's almost it," Old God Mo Shangjun said calmly, and then walked around the desk leisurely and added, "Before the latest regulations are implemented, let's give someone a call first."
After saying that, he walked past the desk and was out of the office door in the blink of an eye.
Who to call?
Yan Tianxing frowned slightly.
*
Mo Shangyun returned to the office.
Duan Zimu is still working overtime to sort out the shooting training results and information.
Mo Shangjun guessed that it was not that Duan Zimu had not finished sorting things out, but that he did not want to be singled out for trouble, so he spent more time making more adequate preparations.
After looking at Duan Zimu for a few times, Mo Shangjun came to his desk.
"I remember you asked me to pay attention to 66, Shen Qianqian."
As soon as he sat down, Mo Shangyun heard Duan Zimu's voice.
"Um."
Mo Shangjun nodded slightly.
That's what happened.
However, even if Duan Zimu pays attention...
Mo Shangjun looked at the shooting results and found that Shen Qianqian's scores had not improved.
"She has a mental disorder." Duan Zimu looked at the screen and wrote lightly.
Mo Shangyun paused, "Afraid of guns?"
"Almost." Duanzi said.
"You just found out now?" Mo Shangyun frowned.
One-third of the training session has passed, and one of his students has a shooting psychological disorder. As a shooting instructor, Duan Zimu doesn't know that?
Mo Shangyun casually glanced at the two bars Duan Zimu was carrying on his shoulders.
If it were another level lower...
Mo Shangyun silently retracted this somewhat naive assumption.
Hearing the disgust in Mo Shangjun's tone, Duan Zimu turned his head to look at her helplessly. He was about to say, "Shen Qianqian's performance is not obvious," but when the words came to his lips, there was still no sound.
To explain at this time is to make excuses for yourself.
It’s better not to continue to reduce your impression value.
"Pay attention next time."
Duan Zimu changed to a more serious tone.
"better."
At this time, Mo Shangjun had already taken out his mobile phone to make a call and replied to Duan Zimu perfunctorily.
However, even if it is "perfunctory", it gives people the feeling of being lectured by the leader.
Duan Zimu: "..."
He also couldn't understand, how could someone with such a vicious tongue like Mo Shangjun... have feelings?
Duan Zimu continued to sort out the previous information with doubts about himself.
Mo Shangyun stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, and called Lang Yan on the phone.
It was nothing more than inquiring about Erlian's performance over the past month, and by the way, making some insinuations about Lang Yan's performance.
Lang Yan was sincere. It was rare to see his deputy company commander call back, so he told Mo Shangjun everything about the situation of the second company and even the entire reconnaissance battalion.
That said, it took nearly half an hour.
There were a lot of big and small things. The second company and the first and third companies made enemies. They were constantly competing with each other in training. There were constant small conflicts, and even a few words could lead to fights.
However, the impact is not big. Anyway, after the fight and the ideological work, we are still comrades-in-arms.
Mo Shangyun listened, thinking that they were still PKing here. Group A and Group B had never had any conflicts in private. The soldiers in the reconnaissance camp had been getting along for so long, and it was a bit strange that they were still noisy.
Like words.
The intensity of on-time training is too low and you will be too busy.
So, taking advantage of the fact that he didn't have to check the housekeeping and had plenty of free time, Mo Shangyun gave Lang Yan a few damaging moves.
"Haha," Lang Yan laughed dryly on the phone after hearing this, sparing no effort to hurt her, "Vice Company Mo, your heart is still as dark as ever?"
"Company Commander," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, "If you say this, it will hurt our revolutionary friendship."
"puff--"
On the other side of the phone, Lang Yan sprayed water on the instructor's face. (To be continued)