Chapter 302

"Ji Ruonan has arranged" undercover "in group A to keep abreast of group A's trainees. Mo Mo, as long as you say a word, don't mention group A. I can control all the small movements of all the students. Do you want to develop my inner line? "

Speaking of the end, Yan GUI's voice is mixed with obvious expectations.

Mo shangyun gave him a fist on the chest.

It's not heavy, but it's enough for Yangui to converge.

Yan GUI covered his chest, bent down, and looked at Mo shangyun with a sad look on his face. "Mo Mo, your group B is a loose sand now. Are you sure you don't want to catch their weakness?"

"Reload?" Mo Shang Yun frowned.

Immediately, Yangui stood up straight, holding the barbecue bag, standing straight, chin slightly raised, looking straight ahead, almost no standard standing salute.

However, the eyes have been wandering around and around, sweeping around, when there is no rule.

"What happened to group A?" Mo shangyun asked.

"I overheard that in the evening," Yangui immediately took a stand up posture and said furtively, "Ji Ruonan has arranged a person to be an undercover. She pays close attention to the situation of group a students nearby. It can't be said that it's a trick. It should be a deep understanding of them. What can I know at the first time so that she can make countermeasures."

Mo Shang Yun nodded slightly.

It's a management tool at best.

It's not despicable.

Eye drops slip around, Yan GUI asked with a smile: "ink, you really don't think about me?"

"No consideration."

Mo shangyun answered without thinking.

"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now," Yan GUI said casually. "As long as you want, you can come to me at any time. I won't dislike you."

Mo shangyun raised his eyes to look at him, lifted his hand, and put his shoulder on it. "I'd like to advise you that I'm on business with your brother's immediate superior. What can I say..."

Deliberately, Mo shangyun patted his chest with the back of his hand, raised eyebrows to remind him: "a little bit of propriety."

"Yes, master Mo!"

Yan GUI's heart trembled, and immediately put the serious attitude.

Mo Shang Yun chuckled, took back his hand and walked away with satisfaction.

Yan GUI watched her go away with the rest of her eyes.

She has been waiting for no shadow to go, just from the upright posture of relief.

Yan GUI touched his little heart, which was rarely frightened.

Right ink, it's terrible

*

Mo shangyun returned to the office building.

To go to my office, I need to pass by Mu Cheng's office.

As soon as Mo shangyun arrived at the door, he heard a greeting from Mu Cheng in the door --

"drillmaster Mo, do you want to have a barbecue

Hearing the sound, Mo Shang Yun's steps are slightly stopped.

Looking inside, he found Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu and Xiao chuyun all in.

"No, I have."

Glancing at the kebab in their hands, Mo shangyun answered without guilt.

Peng Yu Qiu looked at her casual clothes and asked, "you won't go out with Yan ye?"

The atmosphere in the office changed as soon as the voice dropped.

"Guess."

Mo Shang Yun shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer half humbly.

With that, he walked slowly to the next office.

Walking to the door of the office, he looked at Yan Tianxing's office and noticed that there was no light on. Mo shangyun took back his sight.

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as I walked into the office, I heard the sound of ridicule.

Mo Shang Yun lightly glanced at Duan Mu who was still waiting in the office.

"Scenery." Mo shangyun replied calmly.

When passing by from Duan Zimu's office, the pace stopped, "didn't you go to have supper?"

Duan Zimu took a pen in his hand and said: "I was blacklisted, not invited."

"Oh?" Eyebrow light Yang, slightly a meal, Mo Shang Yun is to understand come over, way, "for you silence."

It is clear that Yan Tianxing put the words, so that no one will "invite" Duan mu.

Of course, the possibility of Duan Zimu's intention is not ruled out.

"The cause is you, don't show me?" Put the pen in the hand, the story Mu smiles at her.

Mo shangyun walked to his desk, put his hand on the chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Zimu. Suddenly he asked, "am I white?"

Duanzi Mu was slightly stunned.

I couldn't help but take a closer look at her.

The incandescent lamp is on in the room. Under the soft light, the white skin is lined as white as porcelain.

Clearly guess that she said something, but Duan Zimu but ghosts, with the nod, "white."

"I'm sorry, I don't carry the blame."

Mo shangyun shrugged, pulled out the chair and sat down.“……” Dumb words for a moment, Duan Zimu carefully studied Mo shangyun, and then said, "you will only let me find more advantages in you."

"For example, humor," he said

"Thank you."

Pick up a folder on the table, Mo Shang Yun perfunctorily answer.

This is a joke.

Then, he looked at Mo shangyun who opened the computer and asked, "what can I do for you?"

"Are you finished?" Mo shangyun glanced at him.

"Well."

There's nothing to do.

He is only responsible for shooting training, nothing else, is the most leisure of all instructors.

"Oh," Mo shangyun nodded, and then said without any politeness, "you will stick all the papers I have printed out to the back."

"Yes."

Duan Zimu didn't think much about it. He responded directly.

However, after hearing the sound of the printer, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"How many?" Duanzi Mu asked suspiciously.

"Sixty or seventy." Mo Shang Yun answered without raising his head.

Duan Zimu:

Where can I get so much paper?

Curious, Duan Zimu stood up and walked toward the printer.

A thick stack of paper when the printer is finished.

Duan Zimu picked up the paper, looked at the ink on the keyboard, and then browsed the paper around.

Each student in group B has a form to evaluate them from various aspects, including internal affairs, physical fitness, fighting, shooting, others, and points. The time is up in this month.

The first day's housekeeping and physical fitness scores, plus points, have been entered. Some students will mark them after others.

Some are "good", some are "excellent", and some are simply checked. Duan Zimu did not find the specific role of other columns.

In addition, there is a list of all trainees' housekeeping scores.

Looking at Mo shangyun, who is focusing on his work, Duan Zimu has an intuition that some forms have not been printed out.

Later, Duanzi Mu hooked his lips with interest.

I have to admit that Mo shangyun doesn't care about anything, but actually Fei's mind is no less than Ji Ruonan.

At least, Ji Ruonan, who pays attention to everyone in group A, will not summarize their achievements in such detail.

As far as Duan Zimu himself is concerned, it is enough for him to set up more than 50 forms.

"Instructor Mo, group B students, one less."

After counting the paper on his hand, Duan Zimu confirmed that the number was wrong, so he said to Mo shangyun.

"Well, give up on her."

When he said this, Mo shangyun didn't like it or not, and he was very indifferent.

Duanzi Mu slightly, looked at the table in his hand.

Who gave up?

Without asking in detail, Duan Zimu turned over the paper again and compared it with the list of students in group B. It was not until the end that we could see who it was.

322, midsummer.

Noticing the name, Duan Zimu can't help but think of what happened during the combat training

Give up?

Duanzi Mu eyebrow slightly wrinkled, looked at Mo shangyun, but soon took back his sight.

Without a word about 322, Duan Zimu took paper and double-sided tape and began to work against the wall.

The steps are very simple, but they are too complicated. However, the paragraph Mu is very patient. They paste the paper one by one and divide them into different categories. The list of students in group B is even arranged according to the dormitory, which is very clear.

Mo shangyun input good fighting results, stretched out a stretch, sent it to Yan Tianxing and Xiao chuyun, then printed out the document, and then took out his mobile phone to Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, urging them to count their points.

When the document is printed, Mo shangyun gets up and walks to the printer. As soon as he picks up the paper, he hears something moving at the door.

Closely followed is the voice of Mu Cheng --

"instructor Mo, is it urgent to count the points?"

Mo shangyun raised his eyes and just wanted to answer, he heard Mu Cheng's voice again, "shit, what are you doing?"

After a pause, Mo shangyun sees the frightening look on Mu Cheng's face. He looks at the paper pasted on half of the wall. During the pause, he seems to be doubting life.

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