350, the pastor and senior ask for something [off-topic is very important]
"Tired?"
The voice fell from the top of my head. In this hot afternoon, the voice sounded so good that it was almost unreal.
Mo Shangyun put up his hands and shouted in the gap: "Report, don't be tired!"
"I'm all sweating."
Ahead, Yan Tianxing said with a hint of distress.
Mo Shangyun felt a chill in his heart.
However, no matter what her mood was, the rhythm of doing push-ups was not chaotic, and she could count each one very clearly.
But at this moment, a hand stretched out into the field of vision, holding a tissue with slender and beautiful fingers, and very gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, bridge of nose, and cheeks.
However, because Mo Shangjun was doing push-ups, the tissue covered her face.
The texture of the tissue was relatively soft, but it still caused some pain on Mo Shangjun's face.
Mo Shangyun simply stopped, holding his hands up, and stopped in an extremely push-up-prepared manner. Then he raised his head slightly and looked at Yan Tianxing, who was squatting in front of him, slowly arranging the tissue he had just wiped off his sweat.
"Report!"
Mo Shangyun shouted word by word, with a bit of anger hidden in his cold eyes.
Yan Tianxing lowered his head, and the shadow from the brim of his hat covered his face. Because it was against the light, the front fell into darkness, and the outline of his figure was shrouded in light. The contrast between light and dark was very obvious, causing a visual impact.
I can't see his expression clearly.
He arranged the tissues and then said lazily, "Say."
"Can you get out... and go further?"
In order to prevent the label of "disrespecting the superior" from being slapped on him, Mo Shangyun changed his tune midway.
"Listen to you."
Yan Tianxing said calmly.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he did not leave in a hurry, but took out a folded newspaper.
Mo Shangjun looked at it, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart again.
Yan Tianxing unfolded the newspaper unhurriedly, only folding it once before stopping. Then, under Mo Shangyun's gaze, he placed the newspaper between Mo Shangyun's hands.
Yan Tianxing said: "Khan penetrated the newspaper, the punishment is over."
"..."
Mo Shangyun suddenly remembered Yan Tianxing's action of wiping her sweat just now...
Bravo.
"yes!"
Mo Shangyun simply replied to Yan Tianxing with one word.
The interaction between the two fell into the eyes of Ji Ruonan who was standing aside. He felt that the pain all over his body disappeared unconsciously. The only thing he could feel was - shock.
If the newspaper had been placed at the beginning, Mo Shangjun did 100 push-ups last night, and the sweat would not have penetrated the newspaper. But now Mo Shangjun has finished half of it, and he still comes...
Although they both... well, are a bit weird.
But according to her understanding, Yan Tianxing is not such a stingy person.
Strangely enough, Ji Ruonan took the time to glance at Mo Shangyun, but did not feel the slightest anger from Mo Shangyun, and even speeded up his push-ups unknowingly.
Ji Ruonan had doubts, but Yan Tianxing had already stood up, so she had no choice but to lower her head and continue doing her push-ups.
Yan Tianxing glanced over the two of them lightly, then withdrew his gaze and left again.
*
Five minutes later, Ji Ruonan completed 100 push-ups.
She took a breath and got up from the ground.
After not focusing on training for more than a month, her physical fitness is not as abnormal as that of Mo Shangjun, especially the lack of arm strength in both hands. After doing these 100 push-ups, her hands were almost useless this afternoon.
She hesitated, looked at Mo Shangyun who was still doing push-ups, and then walked over.
Unexpectedly, the newspaper placed between Mo Shangjun's hands was already dripping with sweat. And Mo Shangjun was doing push-ups faster than expected.
Ji Ruonan stood there in shock, watching the folded newspaper getting soaked little by little in a short period of time, and couldn't help but feel cold for a while.
After a while, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her face with her arm.
It's understandable that Mo Shangjun would sweat more as he speeded up. But she didn't expect that after doing so many push-ups, Mo Shangjun still had such physical strength that he couldn't even breathe.
Variety.
After a while, Ji Ruonan realized that she was worried a little too much. She moved her brows slightly and left without saying a word.
However, Mo Shangjun waited until nearly half of the newspaper was soaked before stopping.
She didn't rest long, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and walked to the dormitory office building with the newspaper.
However, after walking around without seeing Yan Tianxing, he finally threw the newspaper directly to Xiao Chuyun.
"oh."
Xiao Chuyun, who was sitting at his desk, took some time out of his busy schedule to look at Mo Shangjun.
"Where's Instructor Yan?"
Mo Shangjun stood under the ceiling fan, blowing the hot air created by the crystallization of human wisdom.
In this damn weather, the electric fan is on, and the wind blowing out is hot.
"Going to the training ground." Xiao Chuyun replied, then raised his eyes and noticed Mo Shangyun's wet training clothes. After thinking about it for a while, he asked with a little disdain, "Would you like a drink of water?"
It's understandable that students were punished like that, but instructors are always instructors... This time, Master Yan was a bit cruel.
However, looking at Mo Shangjun's calm expression as always, Xiao Chuyun thought about the secret discussion between Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng that "Mo Shangjun might get angry", and thought that this prediction might be a bit wrong.
"Need not."
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
"You have no other tasks this afternoon?" Xiao Chuyun asked.
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, raised his hand, and simply took off his training cap.
With this removal, a wet short hair was exposed, and sweat dripped down along with the fever, as if it was fished out of the water.
"Then you can move around freely." Xiao Chuyun added kindly.
"oh."
Free to move around, you can take a bath, have a good rest, or walk around... It's always a half-day holiday for her.
*
Four p.m.
Mo Shangjun, who had taken a shower and changed into a new set of training uniforms, walked out of the supermarket where the fan was creaking with a popsicle in his mouth, a bag of daily necessities and a Bluetooth headset.
Summer is really here.
Mo Shangyun thought so, bit a popsicle and walked into the sunshine.
It was leisure anyway, so she walked back as if taking a walk. When she was halfway through chewing the popsicle, she passed by the training ground and saw the group of trainees who had been trained so hard that they could hardly even breathe.
At this moment, some students are running around the training ground, and some are crossing the 400-meter obstacle.
As soon as Mo Shangyun stopped, she noticed many eyes sweeping over, looking at...oh, the popsicle in her hand.
Mo Shangjun took a bite slowly.
At that moment, those greedy eyes turned into overwhelming anger, as if they wanted to rush up and snatch her popsicle.
Mo Shangjun, who had successfully gained a lot of hatred points, shrugged calmly, and then prepared to turn around and leave.
However, as soon as he turned sideways, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Mo Shangjun held the popsicle in his mouth, raised his hand to his ear, and pressed the answer button on the Bluetooth headset.
Then, he bit a popsicle and said, "Speak."
"Little slippery head."
Mu Qixuan's long-lost voice came from the headphones.
It had been a long time since he had spoken to Mu Qixuan on the phone. Mo Shangyun couldn't help but pause, restrained his previous arrogance, and shouted seriously: "Senior."
As soon as he finished shouting, Mo Shangjun raised his eyes. Leng Buding saw the figure of Yan Tianxing standing not far away and bumped into his eyes. Mo Shangjun glanced at it twice and immediately looked away, even speeding up his departure speed.
"What's the matter?" Mo Shangyun asked.
"I just want to ask you, summer is here, have you considered the summer training? Also, the instructor has learned about the recent training camp, and asked me to ask you, how are you doing in the training camp?"
"Xia Xun..." Mo Shangyun raised his head, looked at the sun still hanging in the sky, and raised the corners of his lips, "Where are you going, you have to lose a layer of skin, right?"
"You have been training in the sun, so why are you afraid of this little sun?" Mu Qixuan asked funny.
Mo Shangyun: "..." Haha.
The sun there couldn't be more poisonous.
the little sun?
That little sun is bound to burn her.
However, she didn't agree, and it wasn't because of the sun.
It has been six months since she was transferred to the reconnaissance camp, but she spent most of the time working outside, which can be said to be quite "disengaged". There is no point in running for the future.
She is still young and can still take a break.
Mo Shangjun pretended, "Well, senior, look at my thin skin and tender flesh..."
"..."
Mu Qixuan couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
He is also a good person, so it is impossible not to understand what Mo Shangyun means. Mu Qixuan smiled and asked: "Are you sure?"
"Um."
"What a pity. I was expecting you to teach us a lesson." Mu Qixuan felt a little regretful.
"If you say that, I'll take it as a compliment."
Mo Shangjun took the last bite of the popsicle.
"Yes! I'm so proud of you!" Mu Qixuan defended helplessly.
"By the way," Mo Shangjun raised his hand and threw the bamboo sticks of the popsicles into the trash can, and said calmly, "I have two junior students, and what they are studying has something to do with your navy.
Do you want it?"
It’s almost June, and students from major universities are also facing graduation. Although their schools are guaranteed to be allocated, they can still apply if there are better units that want them.
As a god of learning, it was natural for Mo Shangyun to know several top academics.
Mu Qi
"They just have high theoretical level and some knowledge," Mo Shangyun wrote lightly.
Mu Qixuan smiled and said: "I will report it later. I think the matter will be settled by evening."
He couldn't make the decision in this matter, because he couldn't have any of his frogmen troops, and Mo Shangjun didn't give people to his operational troops, but specifically to certain specialized troops...
Naturally, some people are rushing to get it.
It can be said that Mo Shangjun was not selling favors to him, but giving them a gift.
"Thank you." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes.
Mu Qixuan asked again about the training camp.
Mo Shangjun's evaluation was very objective, the instructors were very serious, colleagues were easy to fool, and the students' qualifications were pretty good...
By the way, I picked a few things to say.
However, he kept silent about the fact that he was punished just this afternoon.
"By the way, you're the one who led the troops to fight the flood, right?" Mu Qixuan asked.
Mo Shangjun walked into the dormitory office building and said softly, "Yeah."
"Congratulations, this highly efficient incident has been used as educational material by our captain."
"Oh?" Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly, "How can your captain personally handle a small incident like this in a remote place like ours?"
When Mo Shangyun asked in a funny way, he specially emphasized the word "in person".
The two of them knew it well.
"Of course," Mu Qixuan, the old master, said in a humble tone, "there are also contributions from your senior - that is, to me."
Mo Shangjun shrugged.
"You all reported this to the police. A mysterious female soldier unit consolidated the embankment overnight. If other troops saw this efficiency, they would probably commit suicide in shame and anger."
The first time he heard about "reporting", Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment, vaguely thinking of something.
Well……
This afternoon, most of the newspaper, which was soaked with her sweat, seemed to have the words "Fighting Floods" on it.
It hasn’t rained much recently...
However, she didn't look closely.
But he had no intention of pursuing it, so Mo Shangyun walked to the third floor, thought about it, and suddenly said: "Senior."
"Um?"
"I have a question to ask."
"You say."
Mo Shangjun walked to the corridor, looked at the training ground in the distance, and was silent for a while.
"Can we afford the future of those under our command?" Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids slightly, and a strange emotion flashed through his eyes.
She pressed down the brim of her hat to hide her expression.
The other side of the phone was also silent.
"No one can afford it." After a long while, Mu Qixuan said in as relaxed a tone as possible, "Little slippery man, you are not suitable to think about these issues."
"I thought you could think."
Mo Shangyun raised his head.
The field of vision suddenly widened, and somewhere in the bottom of his eyes, there was Yan Tianxing's figure.
What did he say then?
——Your shoulders can only support your future.
wrong.
In a sense, she is not the same person as Yan Tianxing.
On the other hand, Mu Qixuan, she had no reason to believe... that he would definitely think.
They are all people who like to find dead ends.
When a question is placed there, they have to find the answer, even if they know very well that the answer may not be what they want, or it may be diverse. In fact, they may never find the answer.
"Yes, I have been thinking about it." Mu Qixuan said, "You know, four years ago, I saw my comrade sacrifice for the first time. However, there is one detail you may not know. He actually did not have to sacrifice...
...He wanted to save someone and saved his life, but in the end he didn't get a word of thanks from the parents of the person being rescued. I talked to my tutor all night, and he was very knowledgeable and experienced, so he couldn't do anything about it.
A reasonable judgment. In the end, we discussed the simplest answer - looking at the problem from different angles, there will be different answers."
Mu Qixuan spoke very calmly, from beginning to end, neither sad nor happy, and narrated slowly.
It's been a while, and even he can't remember the details of the original incident.
He only knew that his comrades had died, and he was very angry at that time.
Yes, only anger.
He felt that things shouldn't be like this.
He believes that efforts will be rewarded.
He firmly believes that people are always compassionate.
When a living life is sacrificed for you, what you get in return should not be "you didn't save my son."
For the first time in so many years, he felt powerless, and what he had learned was of no use in the face of such a phenomenon that he felt was 'completely unreasonable and should not be done'.
He knows that as a soldier, he should rush in front of the people, he knows how to save people in dangerous situations, and he knows that a person should be humble and polite, with a clear conscience... These are all taught by the school, the army, and the seniors.
However, no one taught him how to warm up their hot-blooded hearts when they encountered something that was enough to cool them.
He remembered that for a long time, he was angry and they were angry.
After the final discussion with his mentor, he was still angry, so when he started to lead the troops, he thought of how to prevent the hot and burning hearts of those passionate young men from being extinguished.
Although, he is still confused by human nature, he still has many questions about many things, and he still has to do things after thinking about it and unable to come up with answers.
However, he thought that he could discuss the conclusions he reached with his mentor and discuss them with Mo Shangyun.
Although, he believed that Mo Shangyun would get many different answers to this question in the future.
After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun tilted his head, saw the figure on the training ground, and whispered: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Mu Qixuan tried hard to laugh, but suddenly couldn't.
After this question, Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan didn't talk much. When Mo Shangjun put the daily necessities back in the dormitory cabinet, he hung up the phone with Mu Qixuan.
At the same time, put away the Bluetooth headsets and mobile phones.
After briefly tidying up, Mo Shangyun walked out of the dormitory door again.
This time, as soon as she took a step forward, she heard a real sound——