In view of the fact that Mo Shangjun always meant what he said, and because Mo Shangjun had some minor grudges with Yan Tianxing, Duan Zimu finally decided to surrender to Mo Shangjun's power for the sake of his own easy life.
"You say it, I'll do it." Duan Zimu compromised.
Mo Shangjun raised his fingers at him.
Duanzi Mu paused, moved slightly closer to her, and listened.
Mo Shangyun whispered the plan.
at the same time--
"Hey, look."
45, who was packing up equipment in the corner, said hello to the students next to him.
Everyone immediately raised their eyes and looked over, and then successfully saw the scene of Mo Shangjun and Duan Zi Mu Xi'er talking.
This scene also fell into the eyes of Qin Lian, who was left behind because of her abnormal performance.
Qin Lian had a gloomy face and immediately frowned.
"To be honest, Instructor Mo and Instructor Duan look really good-looking when they stand together."
"The two of them have always had a good relationship. I don't know if they are colluding. During the assessment in March, they were the only two instructors to be trainees. Now there is a shooting instructor and a fighting instructor. They both feel unfathomable. Tsk tsk.
."
"Shh - keep your voice down and don't gossip."
"Tell me, what's wrong? One is handsome and the other is beautiful, but they are not allowed to have sex with each other?"
"These two have many admirers among the students, so it's better to say less. Besides, these are all people's private matters, so we should worry about ourselves."
"Okay, okay, no more. But to be honest, regardless of their age, military rank, status... they are a perfect match."
"..."
Under the control of the conscious mind and the gaze of the new instructor, the discussion gradually fell silent.
After Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu finished discussing the matter, they separated a little distance.
Qin Lian stood there, looking over there gloomily, with a hint of unwillingness in her expression.
After a while, he slowly looked back.
*
During the night training in the evening, Mo Shangjun once again asked for leave from Zhong Tianhao and did not go.
Also disappearing with her were Duan Zimu and Shen Qianqian.
In the evening, seven ten.
Shen Qianqian followed Mo Shangyun all the way to the mountains near the base.
Mo Shangjun held a flashlight to illuminate the road ahead, and Shen Qianqian followed closely to prevent his vision from completely falling into darkness.
"Instructor Mo, where are you taking me?"
After walking halfway up the mountain, Shen Qianqian couldn't help but ask Mo Shangyun.
After walking for half an hour, Mo Shangyun was still walking vigorously, but she had already started to pant.
Shen Qianqian found it strange to take her hiking alone.
"Special shooting training."
When Mo Shangyun answered, his feet were not idle at all.
Shen Qianqian was stunned, "You know?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun responded lightly.
With a thought in her heart, Shen Qianqian suddenly felt that her steps were lighter. She sped up to keep up with Mo Shangyun, and asked at the same time: "What kind of special training?"
To be honest, shooting training has been the most troublesome thing for her in the past month.
Most of her points were deducted for shooting training.
She knew what her problem was, but as soon as she picked up the gun, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Every time I fired a gun, I would subconsciously think of the bullet that almost entered Wang Jie's body, and then I would break out in cold sweat.
She has tried hard on her own, and Wang Jie has helped her many times, but she has not been able to overcome it yet.
As time went by, not only did the situation not improve, but I became increasingly afraid of touching guns.
For her, every shooting training is a kind of psychological and physical torture.
Mo Shangjun turned the flashlight in his hand and said two words casually, "Follow me."
There was absolutely no intention of disclosing it to Shen Qianqian in advance.
She walked faster and faster.
Before Shen Qianqian could react, the distance from Mo Shangyun was getting further and further away. She almost didn't fall when she kept up with Mo Shangyun's speed in a panic.
So, while Shen Qianqian was thinking about "special shooting training", she was also thinking about Mo Shangjun's abnormal physical ability.
After walking for more than half an hour, Mo Shangyun's face was not red and he was out of breath. He didn't even have the intention to rest for a while, and his steps were incredibly fast.
Shen Qianqian, who thought her physical fitness was pretty good, almost died from her torture.
Next, we walked another three kilometers.
Mo Shangjun finally stopped in an open space.
As soon as she stopped, Shen Qianqian bent down, held her knees with both hands, and breathed quickly.
In the second half, Shen Qianqian basically relied on trotting to keep up with Mo Shangyun's speed.
While panting, Shen Qianqian heard movement in front of Mo Shangyun. She forced herself to stand up and looked forward.
Mo Shangjun turned on the flashlight in his hand and heard the rustling sound of walking on the grass. Shen Qianqian waited for two seconds before seeing a black figure approaching. Then she walked to the edge of the flashlight light and gradually saw clearly.
Shen Qianqian squinted her eyes and looked carefully for a while before realizing it was the shooting instructor, Duan Zimu.
Seeing Duan Zimu's face that didn't care about anything, Shen Qianqian's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she felt a little flattered.
Mo Shangyun actually... invited the shooting instructor?!
It couldn't be that it was specially trained to help her, right?
Shen Qianqian was flustered and even a little at a loss.
The fact that Mo Shangyun came to care about her shooting results has greatly improved her favorability towards Mo Shangyun. Here comes another joke... Damn it, no matter what the outcome will be, Mo Shangyun will treat her no matter what in the future. No matter what she does, she can no longer hate Mo Shangyun.
Shen Qianqian murmured in her heart, thinking that if Mo Shangyun could win people's hearts like this...it would be really bad. (To be continued)