With this shout, the smile on the boy's face gradually became dull as the loudspeaker was pointed at him.
However, those people next to him were also affected, their whole bodies trembling with coldness, and they subconsciously raised their hands to cover their ears.
However, each of these active people was hit unexpectedly.
What followed was Mo Shangyun’s threatening voice——
"Everyone is standing! Move a little, ten push-ups."
Before they finished speaking, they all took back their hands and put them down.
But the boy who was targeted earlier turned away in disdain.
Mo Shangyun glanced at him coldly, raised his hand, grabbed his shoulder, and dragged him out of the queue.
"What are you doing?"
As soon as Mo Shangjun let go of him, he turned around and yelled at Mo Shangjun angrily, with a very bad attitude.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, and before he could recover, he directly grabbed his wrist and twisted it back. At the same time, he kicked his knee socket with his toes, causing him to kneel on one knee in pain.
Bending down slightly, Mo Shangyun expressionlessly twisted his hand back. With just a little force, his face turned white in pain, and big beads of sweat couldn't stop falling down.
Mo Shangyun raised his left hand again, pointed the loudspeaker at his ear, and said word by word: "One more thing, those who are not afraid of death, you can provoke me, but you don't need to show off your three-legged cat skills.
, I don’t like it!”
After saying that, Mo Shangjun let go of the boy's hand and stood up straight.
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could react, Mo Shangyun shouted into his ear again——
"Return to the team!"
The man's ears were ringing again. He turned around and subconsciously wanted to roar at Mo Shangyun, but when he raised his eyes, he noticed Mo Shangyun's "you can continue to seek death" expression. He swallowed and forcefully
The dirty words were swallowed.
Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly stood up from the ground and moved to his position in the queue.
Mo Shangjun waited for him to stand up, then walked leisurely to the front with the horn in hand.
"You guys, rest where you are."
Passing by the two rows of people who were standing there at first and became more and more focused on their posture, Mo Shangjun paused slightly and spoke to them lazily.
Hearing the sound, the nine people were stunned for no reason.
After coming back to their senses, they couldn't help but look back in surprise, and several people looked at each other in confusion.
"sit down."
Seeing that they were still making no move, Mo Shangyun raised the trumpet and ordered in a slightly cold voice.
After such an order, they finally stopped hesitating and sat down with a snap.
However, each of them basically waited until they sat down cross-legged before they came to their senses belatedly.
Realizing this, they couldn't help but look at each other a few times, feeling that Mo Shangjun's aura was really scary.
Even Yan Jiale couldn't help but secretly look at Mo Shangjun, sighing that the friends her cousin could take home to live with were different.
"Stand at attention and take a rest."
After a lot of tossing, Mo Shangyun finally called out the familiar password.
After letting them adjust their team in the shortest possible time, Mo Shangyun began to have the seven people stand in military positions.
"If anyone moves for half an hour, ten minutes will be added to the total," Mo Shangyun said slowly and calmly, "If you don't want to rest, just move as you like."
After speaking, Mo Shangyun glanced at the people sitting on the ground, "You guys -"
Before he finished speaking, all nine people stood up from the ground.
"Go there and rest."
Mo Shangjun pointed to a shady place with a tree nearby.
The nine people were a little flattered by such different treatment.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't care so much and quickly shouted: "Yan Jiale!"
"arrive!"
Yan Jiale shouted.
After sizing her up, Mo Shangyun warned: "Keep an eye on them for me."
After being slightly stunned, Yan Jiale was surprised, but still shouted: "Yes!"
Mo Shangyun casually threw the trumpet to her, clapped his hands, and then left.
Perhaps because of her surname Yan, Mo Shangyun still has a certain amount of trust in Yan Jiale, not to mention that she usually performs well and strives to turn herself into a decent soldier.
As soon as she left, the formation that was standing in a military posture under the sun did not immediately disperse and become chaotic.
On the one hand, it was because they were not bold enough to do so, and on the other hand, it was because they did not know how long Mo Shangyun would be gone, whether he was really leaving or was deliberately playing tricks on them.
However, as time passed by, many people couldn't hold it any longer. Their whole bodies ached, sweat dripped, and they were wet, hot and sticky.
Gradually, some people began to make small moves, relaxing their tight legs a little bit, and taking every opportunity to rest.
Can--
Unfortunately, Yan Jiale is a man who is not afraid of offending others.
"You, legs!"
Yan Jiale, who had been observing them with all his heart, held up a loudspeaker and came to the third boy in the third row with his left leg stretched forward, and spoke to him in a straight voice.
The boy was sweating profusely and already irritable. When he saw Yan Jiale running towards him in such a pretentious manner, he immediately became angry and stared at Yan Jiale with wide eyes.
"Who are you?"
Boys act arrogantly.
"This is not how you stand in a military posture." Yan Jiale emphasized to him while suppressing his anger.
However, her serious appearance made many people around her sigh.
"I still want you to teach me?"
"You are so good at standing in a military posture, then stand and show us."
"It's funny, running errands for Mo Shangyun, and he seems very proud of it."
…
Hearing the bursts of ridicule and sarcasm, Yan Jiale's suppressed anger suddenly emerged.
"Instructor Mo is right, you are a bunch of rubbish! You are not worthy of wearing a military uniform!"
Yan Jiale roared into the loudspeaker, and the loud sound was even heard by several rows next door.
As soon as she finished speaking, the people around her also became angry. Many of them stopped even standing in a military posture and walked over directly. In the blink of an eye, several tall boys surrounded Yan Jia's band.
Some boys wanted to give some advice, but were quickly pushed to the outside.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Even those students who wanted to take a serious military stance were frightened by this situation.
"Trash? Then who are you with us?"
"Don't think that because you are a girl, we won't do anything to you!"
"You're so good at making movies, little girl. You're the only one who opened your mouth, right?"
…
Yan Jiale took a deep breath and raised her head to look at these boys who were taller than her. They didn't look timid at all.
Although she didn't learn many kung fu moves, but——
People named Yan are not easy to mess with!
"You want to fight, don't you?!" Yan Jiale slammed the trumpet on someone's foot. When the person was shocked and took a step back, she yelled at the people around her, "Come on!"
"..."
She roared so powerfully that the others were stunned.
Although they are all "trash", but... they won't fight with girls.
But - damn, if a girl like this usually encounters this posture, she would probably be scared to tears, right?
Therefore, the boys who had no real intention to take action felt embarrassed when they backed away, and they did not have the courage to take action, so they could only stand there stupidly.
"What's wrong, you guys learned to bully girls after I left for a while?"
While they were in a stalemate, a familiar voice floated over, and its lazy tone made them feel uncomfortable everywhere in their bodies, and they subconsciously dispersed.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Shangjun's voice came again——
"Don't leave in a hurry."
Mo Shangjun spoke casually, without any serious tone, just like a casual greeting, but they had just seen her ability to subdue people with a casual move, and they did not dare to take her appearance as friendly.
Sure enough, the moment they froze in place, Mo Shangyun spoke out again——
"For those of you who have just left your seat, please be honest and stand in the front row."
"..."
The six people who gathered around stood up reluctantly.
At the same time, Yan Jiale also picked up the trumpet on the ground, patted the dust on the trumpet a little guiltily, then walked out of the queue and walked straight towards Mo Shangyun.
However, when he was about to arrive in front of Mo Shangjun, Yan Jiale discovered that Mo Shangjun was holding a small folding stool and a large bag, all of which were filled with canned herbal tea.
"Instructor Mo."
After withdrawing his thoughts, Yan Jiale handed over the trumpet.
Mo Shangyun freed up his hand and took it, "Besides a few of them, who else moved?"
"Report," Yan Jiale looked at the queue and started reporting one by one, "The third in the first row, the sixth in the second row, the second in the second row, the seventh in the fourth row..."
Yan Jiale has finished applying, there are 7 in total.
Among them, Xu Qin and Du Xiangxiang were both successfully named.
From a certain distance, Mo Shangjun saw Du Xiangxiang's resentful gaze towards Yan Jiale.
Looking at Yan Jiale again, he looked serious and unmoved at all.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)