Yan Tianxing was not surprised that Mo Shangyun would have conditions.
However, I was somewhat surprised by her second point.
One person can deal with a group of people, and no one of the support he has found can do it.
I don’t know whether Mo Shangyun’s confidence stems from his ability or his arrogant self-confidence...
Yan Tianxing even admired her a little.
These days, there are not many people like her who are not afraid of offending others.
"First, I told Battalion Commander Zhong in advance that you can come with me at any time if you want." Yan Tianxing said unhurriedly, "Second, the abilities I know about you don't make me feel at ease.
Let you deal with them alone. But I can promise you that I will not support you until you speak out."
Mo Shangyun fell silent, frowning in deep thought.
After a while, she stood up and extended her hand to Yan Tianxing, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Looking up, Yan Tianxing also stood up, held her hand, and said meaningfully: "I hope you have a good time."
Mo Shangjun squinted and retracted his hand, pretending not to understand his sarcasm, "I will host the party until ten o'clock. Before that, you can choose to hang out in the reconnaissance camp and enjoy the snow scenery, or..."
At this point, Mo Shangjun looked him over, noticed the casual jacket, and raised his eyebrows, "I'll save a seat in the back row for you."
"That would be troublesome." Old God Yan Tianxing said.
"..."
Mo Shangjun glanced sideways at his handsome face.
*
Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing went directly to the base auditorium.
After forcibly asking for a military officer's certificate from Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun explained to the person in charge about two things, one was to arrange a position for Yan Tianxing, and the other was that she would leave in the middle of presiding.
With the officer's ID card in her hand and the battalion commander's previous greeting, the person in charge hurriedly agreed.
The party hasn't started yet, and there are only people in the auditorium who are rehearsing nervously.
While Mo Shangyun was negotiating with the person in charge, Yan Tianxing walked around the auditorium and finally chose a seat in the back row and sat down leisurely.
After some distance, Yan Tianxing raised his eyes and looked at Mo Shangyun on the stage. Among the many busy and nervous people, she was extremely conspicuous because of her laid-back and lazy appearance.
After a while, the phone vibrated.
Yan Tianxing took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call.
"Have we met?" Mo Shangshuang's tone was calm.
"Um."
"Agreed?"
"Promise."
"Are you still hosting?"
"Um."
"Please help me take two photos of her hosting. My mother wants to collect them." Mo Shangshuang said coolly, a little coldly.
Yan Tianxing paused, "...Hmm."
I could vaguely guess something, so I didn't ask any more questions.
I have known Mo Shangshuang for several years, and I have heard him mention Mo Shangyun - he is a demon king who has been arrogant since childhood, but has enough capital to become what others call a "pervert".
He also heard another person mention Mo Shangyun. That person went to the same school as Mo Shangyun and was two years ahead of Mo Shangyun. However, he had bumped into him several times for various reasons and was made angry by Mo Shangyun every time.
No, I would always complain to him when I came back.
From this, before Yan Tianxing met Mo Shangyun, he had a certain impression of her—arrogant, powerful, weird, and perverted.
There's something a little bit unappealing about it.
However, after actually getting in touch with him, I felt that the rumors were a bit false.
At least two points must be added——
Smart and interesting.
The rumored demon king can appear on the stage and act as a host in a proper manner. This feeling of disobedience is very strong, so Yan Tianxing can understand the purpose of "taking photos as a souvenir".
"She promised you, does she have any requirements?" Mo Shangshuang asked again.
Based on his understanding of Mo Shangyun, it was impossible for Mo Shangyun to agree easily.
Yan Tianxing explained Mo Shangjun's conditions.
Then he asked, "Can she do it?"
Mo Shangshuang said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, everything she said can be done."
Yan Tianxing's eyes flashed and his eyes moved to look for Mo Shangjun's figure.
At some point, Mo Shangjun had left the stage and was standing near the corner, listening to what a group of people were saying.
As if aware of his gaze, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and looked this way.
With a nonchalant expression, she paused for a moment on the mobile phone he put to his ear, then raised an eyebrow and raised a faint smile.
as if--
I know I'm talking about her.
*
Until the end of hosting, Mo Shangjun did not come to see Yan Tianxing.
Her hosting... was simpler than imagined.
There is no touching and passionate recitation, no jokes or charades, all the lines are kept simple, and every move is a disdain for the pretentious lines. Occasionally, when I have nothing to say, I just tell the audience to wait, and I wave my hand and walk off.
stage.
Several times during the process, she was approached by people in the audience, asking her if she was nervous, etc., and trying to teach her how to relax, but Mo Shangjun dismissed them all calmly.
Yan Tianxing estimated that if there was a similar party in the reconnaissance camp in the future, even if Mo Shangjun stood on the stage again, he would never be the host.
In the front row of Yan Tianxing sat Lang Yan, the second company commander, and a platoon leader named Li Liang.
When he heard "Deputy Company Mo", Yan Tianxing paid attention for a moment.
"She's not nervous, she's definitely bored." Lang Yan looked around, then lowered his voice, "But it's okay, it's better for her to talk less than to talk more. I'm really afraid that when she comes on stage,
Just criticize the previous program."
"I think she really wants to criticize." Li Liang touched his nose.
"Yes, for her to be like this, she really gives me face." Lang Yan's voice was a little desperate.
"I think she is afraid of being found by the instructor and getting into trouble."
Lang Yan: "..." I really can't go on with these words.
Then it was time for the second company's recruits' chorus, and Lang Yan and Li Liang stopped muttering.
Yan Tianxing slowly withdrew his gaze.
This was the first time he had seen a company commander and platoon commander complain like this.
It's really...interesting.
At ten o'clock sharp.
Mo Shangjun, who had finished hosting, glanced at Yan Tianxing as he walked backstage.
Yan Tianxing understood and stood up from his seat.
He chose a seat in the last row in the middle, stood up without disturbing anyone, and even left the auditorium without anyone noticing.
When he arrived at the door of the auditorium, Mo Shangyun was waiting for him at the door.
It was very cold, and the snow was still falling. Mo Shangjun only wore uniform casual clothes, and the clothes were thin. But she stood in the snow, but she remained motionless, as if she didn't feel the cold, and she still looked that leisurely and leisurely.
For some reason, Yan Tianxing suddenly felt that she was a bit... pitiful.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)