A middle-aged man's energetic questioning voice came from the door.
Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Shangyun turned around and looked towards the door.
Standing outside was clearly Wu Jiu.
Wearing an army uniform, with two stripes and four stars on his shoulders, a face with a bluffing Chinese character, and a majestic and upright look all over his body, he exuded the aura of a leader.
But when he saw Mo Shangjun, his seriousness faded a bit, replaced by kindness and surprise, but it was not too obvious.
"Uncle Wu?"
After being stunned for a moment, Mo Shangyun said hello.
At this time, after clearly seeing the people standing outside, the instructor stood up with a snap, raised his hand and saluted the people outside the door with a military salute.
"Hello, Chief!"
The instructor shouted eloquently.
At the same time, he glanced at Mo Shangyun from the corner of his eye in horror.
Uncle?
Call a leader with two bars and four stars "uncle", and he looks very familiar with him.
What is the background of this transferred military training instructor?
"Okay, okay," Wu Jiu walked in, waved to the instructor, and then looked at Mo Shangyun, "Shouldn't you be in the reconnaissance camp now? Why are you here?"
Mo Shangyun, who was still hesitating whether to salute him, raised his hand and touched his nose, "I will be a military training instructor."
"You?" Wu Jiu did not hide his surprise at all, and scanned Mo Shangyun carefully, "Bringing you military training?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun nodded calmly.
"Or take them through the school's military training?" Wu Jiu glanced at the instructor behind him thoughtfully.
Somehow, after being glanced at by him, the instructor suddenly felt that he was worthless.
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun continued to nod.
Frowning his eyebrows tightly, Wu Jiu shook his head helplessly and said, "Even if you don't want to go to the special operations team to lead troops, you wouldn't run here, right?"
"..."
Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
She was certain that Wu Jiu had definitely listened to the conversation she had just had with the instructor, otherwise he wouldn't have been so deliberate.
Special teams?
And... bring soldiers?!
The instructor glanced at the two of them quickly, then lowered his head.
I'm going!
Why is there no news about this kind of thing?
"What are you doing?"
To prevent the atmosphere from continuing to be awkward, Mo Shangyun changed the topic appropriately.
Wu Jiu said: "We are going to start a scientific research project next. I will come over and select a few people."
"you?"
Mo Shangjun looked at him thoughtfully.
Wu Jiu smiled and said, "Are you looking down on me?"
"When it comes to scientific research...it's a bit of a problem." Mo Shangyun acted very sincerely.
"Haha," Wu Jiu laughed loudly, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, and then said, "Don't worry, I've found a great character... By the way, do you want to meet him?"
"Not interested."
Mo Shangyun answered decisively.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Wu Jiu wanted to say something else, but the door outside knocked again.
"Hello, Chief!" A young voice floated out from outside, followed the man in, and said to Wu Jiu, "I have found everything you want."
"Okay." Wu Jiu nodded, then looked at Mo Shangyun, "Would you like to take a look?"
Mo Shangyun shrugged and was about to refuse when he heard the young voice——
"Senior Sister Mo?"
Mo Shangyun: "..."
How come we know each other again?
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at the young man who spoke.
He is twenty-four or five years old, tall and thin, probably about 1.9 meters tall. He has a good figure and a good-looking appearance. He is an eye-catching type.
However, Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully and found that this person did not exist in his memory.
Let alone remember his name.
"Do you know each other?" Wu Jiu asked.
"Yes." The young man nodded, looked at Mo Shangyun with a smile, and replied demurely, "Junior Mo and I were alumni of the same school and participated in a club."
"..."
Mo Shangyun listened quietly without any expression.
No matter what he said, she didn't know him anyway.
"Oh, that's right." Wu Jiu nodded, "I remember which class you are the head teacher of?"
"Yes, I am the head teacher of this year's Instrument Science and Technology major." said the young man.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
Okay, what a coincidence!
"Let me introduce you," the ignored instructor stood up at the right time, pointed at Mo Shangyun, and said, "Shi Xiang, your junior sister, happens to be leading the military training of your class."
Time item?
Recognition?
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly.
"Really?" Shi Xiang was a little surprised and smiled at Mo Shangyun, "Instructor Mo, I'll have to work hard for you next."
"She wants information about the students in your class..." the instructor said again.
"Okay, then give it to her."
Shi Xiang nodded without hesitation and agreed very readily.
Instructor: "..."
What's going on?!
Although Shi Xiang was just transferred here, he didn't do things so perfunctorily before!
"Thank you." Mo Shangyun nodded and thanked.
Shi Xiang looked at her with a smile, said it was okay, and then left with Wu Jiu.
Mo Shangjun and the instructor watched them leave.
After the two of them disappeared through the door, the instructor withdrew his gaze and looked at Mo Shangyun again, with a slightly depressed look in his eyes.
What the school invited this time was not a military training instructor, but a young ancestor.
Two minutes later, the instructor asked Mo Shangyun to sit at his desk and use his office computer to browse the information of students majoring in instrument science and technology.
The instructor was still thinking about what to do if Mo Shangyun wanted to print the manuscript, and what kind of legitimate reasons he should find to refuse, but he was so nervous for half an hour that Mo Shangyun didn't even mention it.
She only looked at the student information on the computer.
Then, I asked for their roster.
"Right."
After taking the roster, Mo Shangyun stood up and was about to leave, but paused.
The instructor's eyes widened and he felt his heart suddenly drop again.
"Do I need to write a review for the commotion caused this morning?" Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows and asked directly.
"No, no need."
Seeing that Mo Shangjun asked so readily, the instructor immediately shook his head.
This posture... He really didn't know whether it was a good attitude of admitting his mistake, or a vague threat.
"That's okay." Mo Shangyun nodded.
No need to write, it’s just right.
I thought they would seize this matter and give her a good ideological education lesson.
*
11:30.
Mo Shangjun returned to the training ground.
At first glance, the military training basically went smoothly. In one morning, standing in a military posture, standing at attention, taking a break, standing astride, and counting were all practiced in a decent manner.
Mo Shangyun, who had disappeared for more than an hour and reappeared here, undoubtedly attracted the attention of many instructors and freshmen in the third battalion.
However, Mo Shangjun had long been accustomed to it and walked to the third row of the venue without squinting.
very good.
——Everyone in the third row is taking a rest, including the two squad leaders.
As soon as they saw Mo Shangjun's figure, whoever took the lead shouted loudly, and then they all stood up from the ground, making a huge roar.
Chu Feiyin, who was standing aside, also saw Mo Shangyun successfully. She was not too panicked. Instead, she waited for Mo Shangyun to approach and explained: "Instructor Mo, they just took a rest."
"Um."
Mo Shangyun took the words calmly.
Um?
Does this mean that things have changed?
"How long have you been resting?" Mo Shangyun glanced at the new student who was dripping with sweat.
"Five minutes."
Looking down at her watch, Chu Feiyin replied.
"Okay." Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, and then walked towards the group of freshmen who were abused by a military figure.
Everyone now looks at her with a bit of caution and fear.
They were so tired that they couldn't care about anything with Mo Shangyun. They were always thinking about rest, rest, rest.
Let’s talk about provocation and resistance after they have rested!
"gather!"
Mo Shangyun said the two words they least wanted to hear at the moment.
A group of squeaking cabbage leaves gathered feebly toward the center.
"Stand at attention and take a rest!"
"stand at attention!"
Two passwords barely cheered them up.
"Stand for another ten minutes," Mo Shangyun said.
A group of devastated flowers of the motherland roared out one word with all their strength——
"yes!"
Ten minutes!
Compared to half an hour, it’s still worth it!
They can only comfort themselves in this way.
Mo Shangyun took the wicker stick from Chu Feiyin and continued to wander in the queue.
good.
After two hours of standing in the military posture, these freshmen's standing is a bit interesting. It is no longer the same as before, and there are no all kinds of weird and irregular movements. Although there are still some minor problems, overall it is quite satisfactory.
People are satisfied.
These ten minutes made the three rows of freshmen who saw it come to an end felt extremely anxious. They only regretted that every second passed too slowly and could not be over in the blink of an eye.
Ten minutes, over.
Mo Shangyun stood in front of the queue, looked at his watch, and slightly curled his lower lip.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)