Mo Shangjun stood in the rain, watching Ji Ruonan leading his group A and starting to run in the direction of the playground. It happened that students from group B ran past in a long queue. Two long lines met on the playground in the dark.
Then gradually they come together.
In the end, everyone moved in unison, regardless of each other.
The night was very dark, the street lights were dim, and there was lightning and thunder. It was originally a very sad and tragic night, but the two teams that gathered together invisibly added to the aspiration and pride in this night.
Watching quietly, Mo Shangyun slightly curled his lips.
The rain was falling so hard that there were water droplets beating on the brim of the hat, crackling, covering up the sound of shouting "one, two, one" on the playground.
After a moment, Mo Shangjun lazily withdrew his gaze and inadvertently glanced in the direction of Zhong Tianhao.
Standing upright in the rain, standing like a green pine, unmoving, looking straight ahead, thick eyebrows tightened, wondering what he was thinking.
However, what is certain is that Zhong Tianhao will definitely not pursue the quarrel between these two groups of people again.
His eyebrows moved slightly, the smile on Mo Shangjun's lips deepened, and then he turned around.
The rain was so loud that Mo Shangjun left the place so quietly that when people came back to their senses and tried to look for her, they were shocked to find that she had disappeared.
Zhong Tianhao, who wanted to say a few words to Mo Shangjun, tilted his head and looked at where Mo Shangjun was standing.
In my heart, I felt a little unhappy.
As far as dealing with conflicts and disputes was concerned, from beginning to end, Zhong Tianhao didn't see anything powerful about Mo Shangyun.
Under Ji Ruonan's order, Group A was able to admit their mistakes immediately, but Group B was unable to do so, and their tone was glib, much like what Mo Shangjun taught them.
After saying "I'm sorry" a hundred times, Mo Shangyun was only responsible for giving orders. Team B seemed to be afraid of her before executing the orders, showing no dignity as an instructor.
Until now, her students are still running penalty runs. Even the instructors and students in Group A are running with her students, but she has disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, in Zhong Tianhao's heart, Group B is indeed a talent that can be made, but Mo Shangjun...
Too young and too incompetent.
That is to say, I can only become an instructor here based on the recommendation of my instructor.
Otherwise, you can only be like other peers, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a student.
*
When Group B was about to finish, Zhong Tianhao left.
Since Mo Shangjun is not here, Group B can disband after running 0 laps, and the punishment for Group A has also been set.
There is no need to continue observing.
1 o'clock, 10 minutes to go.
After all the students finished running, Ji Ruonan and the students from Group A who were accompanying them went back one after another after taking a short rest.
They were said to be forced to stand for three hours. Now that three hours have passed, Ji Ruonan didn't let them continue struggling and took them directly back to the dormitory for ideological education.
"Where's Instructor Mo?"
"Yes, where is she?"
Group B students who were lying, sitting or standing around the playground gradually realized something was wrong after taking a break.
"I left early." You Nianyu frowned and replied to them coldly.
She watched Mo Shangyun leave with her own eyes.
He walked away quietly, without saying a word.
After that, I didn't see her coming back.
"Leaving?" Liang Zhiqiong immediately jumped up from the ground, "We haven't finished running yet, how can she leave?"
You Nianyu glanced at her but said nothing.
She wasn't quite sure where Liang Zhiqiong's incredible behavior came from.
After all, Mo Shangyun's behavior of leaving them alone is not incomprehensible at all. Similar things have happened more than once or twice.
"Just because she left like this, does it prove that we can go back?"
"Who knows. When she punishes us, she always makes her words very clear."
"Don't go back in a hurry. Just wait. If we go back and meet her in the dormitory, she might catch her pigtail again."
…
Just as the students in Group B were expressing their opinions, a sudden "beep" whistle suddenly shocked them.
Hearing the whistle, they almost subconsciously stood up from the ground, and then gathered together to form a formation.
The first row faces the direction from which the whistle came.
The whistle was not far away, but it was blocked by the rain curtain and the surrounding field of vision was too dark. After they lined up, they saw the figure coming out of the darkness in the rain.
Mo Shangjun changed into clean training clothes and wore a black raincoat, which completely covered her figure. Even the military boots under her feet were replaced by a pair of black knee-high rain boots.
This posture, combined with the fact that he was covered in black, made people tremble at the sight.
A chill suddenly hit me from behind.
Mo Shangjun approached slowly.
They gradually saw Mo Shangjun's appearance clearly. His delicate and beautiful face was only about the size of a palm, but it was hidden under his training hat and rain hat, adding an air of mystery.
Someone noticed that her hands were playing with a commonly used whistle in her left hand, and she was holding a loudspeaker in her right hand.
However, those long fingers were now covered with a pair of leather gloves.
Rainwater hit her leather gloves, raincoat, and splashed on her rain boots, but unfortunately, it didn't wet an inch of her body.
Approaching, Mo Shangjun stopped two meters away from the first row.
Slowly raising her right hand, Mo Shangyun put the speaker to her lips. The huge speaker covered most of her face, and the cool sound spread out along the speaker.
"Congratulations, you're all here, you didn't let me catch anything anymore."
"..."
The students in Group B were suddenly shocked.
Fortunately, someone suggested letting them stay here, otherwise they would be forcibly charged with "deserting".
They were silent, waiting for Mo Shangyun to speak again.
"00!"
Mo Shangyun raised his voice and shouted.
"arrive!"
Leng Buding was called out, and Tang Shi immediately responded nervously.
"Tell me, on your first day of training, what did I say about the private trouble with Group A?" Mo Shangyun said coldly, word by word, and the words fell with the sound of rain.
, with invisible majesty and pressure.
Everyone was frightened for a moment.
Tang Shi bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before answering loudly: "You said that once there is a conflict with Group A, you will only settle the score with us! You asked us to wait calmly for you to show up and find you to solve the problem!"
"What about now?" Mo Shangyun quickly asked.
Through the loudspeaker, they could see Mo Shangyun's eyes.
It was dark, oppressive, and gloomy, and the light flickered deep in the eyes, but the light did not have any warmth and was bone-chilling. Even if they only looked at it, they would feel chilled and at a loss.
"Report, we were impulsive and we admitted our mistake!" Tang Shi shouted loudly.
The next moment, all the students in Group B shouted along with the Tang poem——
"Report, we admit our mistake!"
Mo Shangjun narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then, he said in a deep voice: "Those who stir up trouble, step forward."
There was a moment of silence in the queue.
However, Mo Shangyun was not made to wait long.
Shen Qianqian was the first to stand up, followed closely by Liang Zhiqiong, Jiang Tingzhi, and Lou Lantian. Then, more and more people came forward one after another.
Gradually, it increases more and more quickly.
They were silent and hesitant, but when they took that step forward, they never hesitated and were firm and powerful.
Until the last moment, everyone left took a step forward after an ideological struggle.
In the queue of forty people, after taking a step forward, no one was left behind.
All the queues were neat and orderly, as before, without any change.
There was clearly a group of people here who were still training on the training field when the team members were quarreling, and had no chance to participate. And there were also some people who didn't even say a word.
So many people all came forward, as if they were colluding against Mo Shangyun.
The atmosphere fell into dead silence for a moment.
The rain was still pattering, the thunder was quiet, and they stood quietly, even their breathing was hidden, standing like wooden stakes.
However, every pair of eyes is unwavering.
They looked at Mo Shangyun, expressing their determination at this moment with the most determined expressions.
Looking across each of their faces, Mo Shangjun put down the speaker.
"Okay, points will be deducted for each person. Before noon tomorrow, 3,000 words will be reviewed. Give them to me from 00. If there are not enough words, points will be deducted."
Mo Shangjun's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but extremely penetrating.
Every word fell heavily, penetrating the noisy rain and falling into their ears.
"Report!"
Tang Shi bit her lip and shouted.
Looking at her lightly, Mo Shangjun opened his mouth and uttered two words, "Disband."
With a word of dismissal, without giving Tang Shi any chance to speak, Mo Shangyun just turned around and left.
In the rain curtain, Mo Shangjun was walking further and further away, with her black raincoat draped over her body, making it difficult for others to even see her figure clearly.
The queue was quiet, no one said a word, but an inexplicable emotion swept through everyone's chest, and they watched Mo Shangyun leave.
There was a bit of eagerness in the expressions of many people.
Just leave like that?
It wasn't until Mo Shangjun disappeared from sight that doubtful voices rang out from the queue——
"Instructor Mo, are you angry?"
"..."
No one answered the question out loud.
Also, no one can answer this question.
angry?
In their memories, Mo Shangjun always showed it clearly when she was angry. The more unhappy she was, the more she would target them, and she would never leave easily.
But just now, the Mo Shangyun they saw was extremely indifferent, with almost no anger or disappointment at all, and even the initial coldness had faded a lot.
However, Mo Shangyun fined them three points, which is true. Coupled with a 000-word self-criticism, it is indeed not a small punishment.
Compared to Group A, they were punished too harshly.
"It's disbanded. Let's get back to fighting."
After a long time, someone cleared their throat and shouted to them.
As a result, the queue gradually dispersed and everyone walked back.
*
Mo Shangjun returned to his dormitory building.
The lights in all the rooms were turned off, there was no light in the corridor, and even the voice-activated lights in the stairwell were dark.
Mo Shangjun didn't take a flashlight, so he could see all the conditions of the dormitory building clearly with the help of the street lights outside the dormitory building.
She came to the first floor corridor.
As soon as I approached the stairs, I saw Peng Yuqiu standing on the three steps.
The light was dim, and Peng Yuqiu leaned against the railing at an angle, resting his elbows on it, holding the telescope he had used earlier, playing with it, throwing it one after another, playing very neatly.
Mo Shangjun stopped, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Peng Yuqiu a few times.
"How did you punish them?" Peng Yuqiu raised his eyebrows and got straight to the point.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, "Three points deducted and a three thousand word review."
"All?" Peng Yuqiu's hand paused and asked with some surprise.
"Um."
Mo Shangjun responded lightly.
Peng Yuqiu paused and suddenly remembered the scene when everyone took a step forward when peeking through the telescope.
One after another, one after another, the scene is so spectacular.
Peng Yuqiu vaguely understood something.
Those who made no mistakes have all come forward, which is obviously not honest enough.
They talk about loyalty, unity, and one heart, which is indeed a good thing, but their friendship makes them forget the roots and bear the charges that are unfounded.
To reach this level, it may be that he was infected by Group A, or he may feel that the law is not to blame, or he may even have formed a deep bond over the past month.
However, such behavior is ultimately wrong.
The spirit is commendable, but the approach is undesirable.
Presumably Mo Shangjun was also confused.
On the one hand, the punishment was so severe because she didn't appreciate this approach; on the other hand, she didn't get to the bottom of it because their spirit deserves recognition.
After thinking about it, Peng Yuqiu tried to express his comfort by admonishing: "They are quarreling with Group A, and they also want to protect you."
Mo Shangjun smiled suddenly, "I want to defend you and kick Liang Zhiqiong out. Are you willing?"
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
Although he knew clearly that these were not the same thing, and that Mo Shangyun's metaphor was a bit too much, Peng Yuqiu couldn't fault it for a while and just felt speechless.
"There will be an emergency gathering in two hours," Peng Yuqiu said in a fake tone, "How about you go and take a nap."
Mo Shangyun suppressed his smile, but gave him a cold look.
"Give me a cigarette." Mo Shangjun looked at him coolly and raised his eyebrows.
"..." Peng Yuqiu was stunned, quickly shook his head and said, "I didn't."
"Huh?" Mo Shangjun squinted his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"..."
For no apparent reason, Peng Yuqiu heard the footsteps he had heard while peeping earlier, and felt the cold wind behind him.
After a three-second stalemate, Peng Yuqiu reluctantly compromised, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you."
Hanging the telescope around his neck, Peng Yuqiu slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He doesn't smoke often and has no craving for cigarettes, but he still smokes one occasionally.
He was so immortal that he was discovered by Mo Shangyun.
"Can you smoke?"
Throwing the cigarette in his hand to Mo Shangyun, Peng Yuqiu asked distrustfully.
Although people like Mo Shangjun are full of banditry and gangsterism, they have a bottom line in everything they do, and it is obvious at first glance that they are well-educated.
Of course, it seems that it has nothing to do with tobacco and alcohol.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and took the pack of cigarettes from the air. When he moved his hand, a cigarette popped out.
"lighter."
"..."
Peng Yuqiu reluctantly took out the lighter.
Mo Shangjun reached out and fished it out.
Peng Yuqiu was somewhat dumbfounded when he saw Mo Shangjun holding the cigarette in his mouth with skill, lighting it, and then throwing the lighter and the cigarette back completely.
This scene...
Suddenly, the voice of his captain—Yan Tianxing—came to Peng Yuqiu.
If Lord Yan knew that he gave Mo Shangyun a cigarette, he would probably break his legs.
Peng Yuqiu couldn't stop feeling guilty.
Mo Shangyun was leaning on the wall on the other side of the stairs, holding a cigarette between his two fingers. He wore black leather gloves on his hands. In the dark night, his fingers became more and more slender. Occasionally, his fingers flicked the ashes of the cigarette.
The movements are actually so elegant and even have a unique charm.
Smoke curled up, blurring her dark eyes.
The light was too dark, and Mo Shangjun was dressed in black, and his entire face was shrouded in shadow. Peng Yuqiu could hardly see the expression on Mo Shangjun's face.
In other words, I can't understand this person more and more.
Peng Yuqiu looked at it for a while and then lit a cigarette for himself.
"Where did you learn it?" Peng Yuqiu was at a loss for words.
Mo Shangjun suddenly asked, "Do you really have a girlfriend?"
"..." Peng Yuqiu choked for a moment, and finally nodded affirmatively, "It's true."
"oh."
Mo Shangjun responded lazily.
Peng Yuqiu paused for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing - Mo Shangjun changed the subject.
After a while, Peng Yuqiu still refused to give up and asked again: "I'm asking you, where did you learn it?"
If this is the first time I meet Mo Shangjun, this familiar technique——
You have to pretend she is a long-time smoker.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids, and when the smoke was hazy, he gave him a faint side glance.
The next moment, she stretched out her finger and pinched out the cigarette.
With a flick of his fingers, the half-smoked cigarette was thrown into the trash can not far away.
Where did you learn it?
Taught by a bunch of old smokers.
In this army, especially male soldiers, there are very few non-smokers.
"gone."
Mo Shangyun clapped his hands, turned around, and walked straight upstairs.
"etc."
Peng Yuqiu called her to stop.
Then, he looked at her carefully and asked curiously: "Why are you wrapped so tightly?"
After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun gave him a cold look.