After summarizing the meeting at noon, Mo Shangyun handed over the afternoon training to Chu Feiyin.
In the afternoon, in addition to reviewing what they have learned in the past two days, they will teach the students shooting and military boxing in battalion units. Qin Xue and Qin Lian are responsible for these two projects of the electronic camp respectively, and other instructors can rest.
Therefore, there was no need for Mo Shangyun to rush there.
——In fact, Mo Shangjun should be very annoyed when he sees them clumsily using guns and practicing martial arts.
After a phone call with Ruan Yan at noon, Mo Shangjun took a stack of paper and went to the research room Ruan Yan mentioned to find Ruan Yan.
The top floor of the laboratory building.
As soon as Mo Shangjun arrived, she saw Ruan Yan waiting for her at the door.
Ruan Yan was wearing an army uniform, with one hand in his trouser pocket and leaning against the door. When he noticed the footsteps, he turned his head and gave Mo Shangjun a cool look.
"Yo."
Mo Shangyun said hello to him.
Ruan Yan calmly looked away, took out the key, and opened the door to the laboratory.
Mo Shangjun followed closely.
It is said that it will take a few days for their project to start, but the equipment inside is very complete. As soon as Mo Shangyun walked in, he saw a dazzling array of electronic equipment and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Do you have a pen?"
After closing the door, Mo Shangyun asked Ruan Yan.
Ruan Yan, who walked to his work area, heard the sound and glanced sideways at her, then took out a pen from the pen holder and threw it towards Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun raised his hand to catch it.
Looking up again, he saw Ruan Yan picking up a stack of materials and sitting down on a chair.
"Didn't work start?" Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow.
"Preparatory stage." Ruan Yan replied without raising his head.
"oh."
Mo Shangyun shrugged, then found a remote corner and sat down.
She came here just to borrow a quiet place.
You are not allowed to stay casually in the dormitory, and it is inconvenient to go to places like the library. After much deliberation, I can only find Ruan Yan.
By the way, let's take this opportunity to exchange feelings.
But as soon as Mo Shangyun sat down, he encountered a problem.
——Damn it, how do you write a love letter?
His left elbow rested on the table, and Mo Shangjun supported his chin with the back of his hand. He took a signature pen in his right hand and put it on the letter paper. He wrote the three words "Yan Tianxing", then erased it and tore it up.
‘Ye Ye...’ was painted out and torn up.
‘Brother Xing…’ painted it out and tore it up.
…
In less than a minute, Mo Shangjun tore off ten pieces of paper.
Ruan Yan, who was reading the information quietly next to him, couldn't bear it when he heard the sound of Mo Shangyun tearing up the paper.
"What are you doing?"
Raising his head, Ruan Yan looked towards the corner where Mo Shangjun was sitting.
Mo Shangyun raised his head from under a piece of equipment, his narrow eyes widened and stared at him with slight confusion.
"Have you ever written a love letter?" Mo Shangyun asked shamelessly.
"No."
Ruan Yan answered quickly without even the slightest hesitation.
Mo Shangyun shook his head, but then he thought again and asked, "Then can you write?"
"Yes." Ruan Yan said.
"ha?"
Mo Shangyun, who had no hope, was stunned for a moment and could not help but raise his eyebrows.
After looking at her carefully, Ruan Yan asked in confusion: "Have you never seen a love letter?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun frowned and thought for a while, then touched his chin thoughtfully.
It seems that the university has received it before, but I don’t know who it is from. She has never opened it...
"Why do you write love letters?"
Ruan Yan reacted belatedly, and at the same time felt a sense of crisis for Feng Fan.
When he mentioned this, Mo Shangyun silently gave him a cold look.
If you really want to talk about it, the beginning of this matter should be with Comrade Xiao Ruan, who has negative emotional intelligence, otherwise it would not...
——Well, she is also wrong.
"Asking guilt." Mo Shangyun said, then tilted his head, "Excuse me, have you read any heart-warming love letters?"
"..." Ruan Yan thought carefully for her, and then said with an upright face, "No."
"..."
The corners of Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly.
Then why does this man speak so confidently?
Mo Shangyun shook his head slightly, giving up hope on him, then lowered his head and continued his own research.
But soon, Ruan Yan took out his mobile phone, found several "love letters" written by ancient people, and sent them all to Mo Shangyun's mobile phone.
Mo Shangjun heard the ding-ding-ding-ding sound, then picked up the phone and was stunned for a moment when he saw more than ten love letters sent by Ruan Yan.
Looking up again, he saw Ruan Yan walking towards this side.
"Just pick an article." Ruan Yan rarely showed a little enthusiasm.
He estimated that helping Mo Shangyun solve the current difficult matter would increase his favorability, so he was happy to help Mo Shangyun complete this task.
"Isn't it bad to be so perfunctory?" Mo Shangjun asked awkwardly.
"You copied it yourself, as long as you are sincere." Ruan Yan took it for granted and cleared up Mo Shangyun's little doubt.
"That makes sense."
Mo Shangjun slapped the table and agreed very much with what he said.
His brows relaxed slightly, Ruan Yan was satisfied.
Mo Shangjun carefully read the love letter from Ruan Yan, and then selected a love letter with more words that could fully feel her sincerity, and planned to copy it down completely.
However, as soon as she started writing, she heard the vibrating sound of Ruan Yan's cell phone, which she had casually placed on the table. She tilted her head and glanced subconsciously.
Ruan Yan didn't stop him.
Mo Shangjun saw multiple verification messages at a glance.
"Whose?" Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.
Ruan Yan wanted to answer, but forgot her name for a moment, so he said: "The one I saw last night."
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