317, Lord Yan, why are you here to teach me how to fight?
After Mo Shangyun overcame Shen Qianqian's psychological problems, Mo Shangyun began the busiest period since entering the training camp.
That night, Shen Qianqian revealed a little about "Mo Shangjun's good qualities". In less than one night, everyone in Group B, Group A, and even the male students knew about it.
Mo Shangjun's favorability was instantly improved.
After all, this person usually looks very shy, but he always has a heart to care for the students.
And for a student, I can put my life on the line.
This is amazing, ordinary instructors can't do it.
In the next few days, when Mo Shangyun stood on the training ground, she could feel many glances. If those eyes were lethal, she would probably be riddled with holes immediately.
In addition, the trainees in Group B were tortured by ghosts and ghosts on the training ground, but when they had free time, they especially liked to stick to her and talk nonsense, which was very enthusiastic.
The euphemistic name is: mutual understanding.
Mo Shangjun couldn't even use blackface or punishment. In the end, we could only suspect that their brains were out of whack.
That's fine with the students, but many of the instructors and teaching assistants are also very kind-hearted. They all care about her when they see her, and Yan Tianxing is the first among them.
For three consecutive days, whenever Yan Tianxing was free, he would drag Mo Shangjun to the office to sit down and explain various shooting accidents to her in detail. With the theme of "cherishing life", he would discuss it from all aspects. No duplicates.
That's called being caring, that's being extremely considerate, that's being called... creepy.
Even Mo Shangyun was almost brainwashed and felt like he would lose his life if he was not careful.
So, on the third day, Mo Shangyun couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the door and left.
The only thing that made Mo Shangjun feel more comfortable was that the attitude of the three new instructors towards her... seemed to have improved a lot.
Well, only to her.
*
May 6th, Tuesday afternoon.
Mo Shangjun’s weekly fighting training time.
The combat training started at three o'clock, and it was not until two o'clock that Mo Shangyun came out of Yan Tianxing's office.
"Instructor Mo."
Peng Yuqiu, who had been waiting eagerly at the door of his office, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Shangjun.
At least it’s out!
Fighting training was about to begin, and he still had many details to discuss with Mo Shangyun.
"Instructor Peng."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows at him.
While they were talking, Mo Shangjun had already approached. Peng Yuqiu was just about to seize the time to discuss the issue with Mo Shangjun when he heard Mo Shangjun say: "I won't be going to the combat training this afternoon."
"ah?"
Peng Yuqiu paused, and immediately suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
at the same time--
Yan Tianxing walked out of the office door.
He closed the door smoothly.
Peng Yuqiu's eyelids twitched, and Leng Buding had an ominous premonition.
"Instructor Yan takes my place." Mo Shangyun shrugged and raised his hand to point to Yan Tianxing who was walking behind.
Peng Yuqiu: "..." Haha.
I really want to thank her for giving him the opportunity to work closely with Master Yan.
I really want to throw her off the second floor to relieve the hatred in my heart.
"has a problem?"
Yan Tianxing walked up to Mo Shangyun and raised his eyebrows inadvertently, his low words full of threats.
"No, no." Peng Yuqiu immediately shook his head, bent down his strong and tenacious waist, and uttered four words in a difficult way, "My pleasure."
What's on his mind: his nightmare.
After saying that, Peng Yuqiu raised his head and asked with a humble attitude: "Master Yan, why do you come to teach fighting?"
"Am I not qualified?"
Yan Tianxing squinted his eyes slightly and straightened his sleeves slowly.
"..." Peng Yuqiu's mouth twitched sharply.
Every word he said was digging a hole for him... Could he not be so protective of Mo Shangyun?
"That's not what I meant," Peng Yuqiu changed his words, then looked at Mo Shangyun and asked tactfully, "Instructor Mo...is there something wrong?"
"Yeah." Mo Shangjun said calmly, "Take Group B to participate in special training."
Another special training?
Peng Yuqiu glanced at Mo Shangjun suspiciously.
He was secretly cursing in his heart, but Peng Yuqiu didn't show it on his face. After all, Yan Tianxing was on the sidelines, blatantly bickering with Mo Shangjun, and he was the only one who suffered in the end.
Therefore, Peng Yuqiu chose to take a step back and discuss the training plan with Yan Tianxing.
Yan Tianxing gave him a faint side glance.
"come over."
Saying two words concisely and clearly, Yan Tianxing walked straight into Peng Yuqiu's office.
Peng Yuqiu took a step behind and winked at Mo Shangyun, "Instructor Mo, who are you looking for? Why are you looking for our Lord Yan who is busy with official duties?"
"Who do you think is more suitable?" Mo Shangjun asked with raised lips.
"Chu Yun!" Peng Yuqiu said without thinking.
Mo Shangjun showed him an 'amiable' smile, "It's a pity, I can't trust him."
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
I really want to take Mo Shangjun to have a cup of tea and talk about "a few things about Xiao Chuyun's fighting skills."
Nima.
Master Yan did not pass on this thankless task to others, but accepted it himself.
It's also strange.
"Go quickly, your Lord Yan has something to tell you."
After clapping his hands, Mo Shangjun said a word to Peng Yuqiu and walked out of Peng Yuqiu's sight.
Teeth grinding in the autumn air.
But in the end, I can only walk to my office. (To be continued)