Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"They think your logical thinking is too strong and don't dare to believe the facts, so I want to ask you, did you communicate well with Ji Ruonan in advance?"

According to Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi, Liang Zhiqiong repeated it briefly.

After she finished speaking, what she got was Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi's unhappy eyes.

No wonder Liang Zhiqiong has just stood closer, and turned out to have listened to their conversation on purpose!

Insider!

Shameless traitor!

Mo Shangyun glanced at Liang Zhiqiong leisurely.

The discussion between Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi was only a question of Mo Shangjun, and Liang Zhiqiong stood up to repeat, giving Mo Shangyun a chance to clarify.

After all, Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi think so, and there should be many others who think so.

This kindness was accepted by Mo Shangjun.

"If you think an instructor who is competitive with me, will use your own 100 points to set off my image..." Speaking of this, Mo Shangyun paused deliberately before continuing, "Then I also No explanation is necessary."

It is said that "there is no need for explanation", but after listening to the previous words, no one will have similar doubts.

Also, Ji Ruonan clearly competed with Mo Shangjun, everyone knows that there is competition between them, and Ji Ruonan is well known to all students, how could it be possible for Mo Shangjun to restore his image and give up their group A One hundred points?

Obviously impossible.

Jiang Tingzhi and Shen Qianqin glanced at each other, only to feel a bit hot.

If you think about it carefully, there is really no possibility of guessing.

In other words, all the analysis and arrangements were definitely made by Mo Shangjun himself.

At this point, both of them were a little bit afraid.

What kind of metamorphosis is Mo Shangyun?

"Two minutes left."

He glanced at the watch, Mo Shangyun reminded him, waved his hand, and walked out of the circle.

In just two minutes, it was obviously impossible for them to plan again.

I can only pray that this group of elites can remember the combat methods.

The 16 people left behind looked at each other, and finally took the time to go crazy and read the map.

*

It's seven o'clock.

Everyone has left, and Mo Shangyun is still there.

The sky was completely dark.

Because he was on the edge of the area, Mo Shangjun walked a few steps outside the area and lit a bonfire.

Putting on the headset, Mo Shangjun sat by the campfire and threw a few sweet potatoes into the coals, letting them roast.

After all, I didn’t eat dinner, and I didn’t do anything here. It’s better to roast a few sweet potatoes to fill up my stomach-sweet potatoes were taken in the cooking class.

The students in the four groups were all top-ranking, and proceeded in full accordance with Mo Shangyun's plan. The early stage was smooth and smooth, and there were no problems.

In the first few minutes, Mo Shangyun paid more attention to the situation in the channel. Over time, he basically shifted his mind to roasted sweet potatoes.

Very leisurely.

Occasionally, I will connect to Yan Tianxing's channel in the office building and chat a few words, but these are all irrelevant things.

On the contrary-

Ji Ruonan, the commander-in-chief of Group A, was too busy.

From the beginning of the confrontation, news was continuously received that multiple ambush groups and patrol groups were attacked and plunged into chaotic fighting.

Group B seems to adopt the policy of "killing the enemy by one thousand and self-destructing by eight hundred". Don't rush to the front and step on the thunder and hit the wall everywhere. Although they are looking for their own way of death, they are also caught by surprise.

Completely unexpected chaos, Ji Ruonan had to distract his mind, paying attention to every point where he was attacked, and he had no time to drink slobber.

Suban Building, first floor.

Yan Tianxing stood outside the room with communication equipment and listened to the teaching assistant lurking nearby reporting on the situation.

Ink on the grilled sweet potato.

Ji Ruonan is busy handling each group's attack.

Group B consists of two groups of people, one group of people is free to move and casually slaps; one group of people is responsible for Mo Shangjun, quietly hiding the eyes and ears of Group A in the chaos, and is moving towards the base of Group A.

Group A made sufficient preparations before the war, but now it is disturbed by the other party's indiscriminate attacks. Everything has not proceeded according to plan, but on the contrary it is in a weak position.

Obviously, Group A is a plan to use Group B as an evenly matched opponent. Now people are messing up with fools, just like martial arts masters and unskilled shrews. They don’t follow the routine at all, and they have no countermeasures. .

However, this situation should soon be reversed.

After all, the number of people on both sides is similar. In the initial engagement, the sacrifice rate of group B was much higher than that of group A. The number of people who rushed up later will decrease, and group A will gradually enter this state of scuffle.

After probably listening to the report, Yan Tianxing asked Mo Shangyun a few words.

However, the information obtained, apart from roasting sweet potatoes, was collecting firewood, lighting a campfire, and even the intercom was not used several times.

Finally, a teaching assistant commented: Instructor Mo seems to be on vacation.

Yan Tianxing ended the call with the teaching assistant and then contacted Mo Shangyun who was still roasting sweet potatoes.

"Is sweet potato delicious?"

Gently hooked his lips, even Yan Tianxing didn't realize that the deep and thick voice was full of spoiled taste.

Leng Buding heard Yan Tianxing's voice, and Mo Shangyun was silent here, before answering leisurely, "Not yet familiar, no comment."

"Is it going to let go?" Yan Tianxing asked with a smile.

"It's nothing to me."

Mo Shangyun returned idly, adding some firewood to the campfire.

Hearing Mo Yun’s tone, it is estimated that he is also quite sure. Yan Tianxing said: “Good luck.”

"To borrow your good words."

Mo Shangyun, who was busy going to Quhuotan, pinched the communication in time.

The first time someone dared to pinch his newsletter, Yan Tianxing paused in place, thinking that she would not care about her for the sake of her poor rest.

*

After the initial fiery battle, it gradually calmed down.

Mo Shangyun, who had just roasted sweet potatoes, suddenly remembered this, so he asked on the public channel.

As a result, more than thirty people who have been free to move have already sacrificed 20 people.

"Great."

Mo Shangyun said with heartfelt emotion.

However, such words, when spoken at this time, are like irony.

But no one dared to refute.

It's really ugly to lose. No matter what Mo Shangyun said about them, they didn't have room to pay.

especially--

None of the people who died were the students who stayed and let Mo Shangjun assign the tasks.

Mo Shangyun didn't care about the self-satisfied victim, holding the baked sweet potato in his hand, eating it while you were leisurely, and asking the free-living students a few words.

Occasionally seeing them worry, they also gave a few words according to the terrain.

Someone tried to follow what she said, and as a result, they broke through each other's defense without any engagement, and they were simply shocked.

"Instructor Mo, we're here, next..."

"Instructor Mo, on my side..."

"Instructor Mo..."

After successfully pointing the two groups, the public channel suddenly became lively, and each scattered group was explaining its situation and was going to find Mo Shangyun for help.

Mo Shangjun was eating sweet potatoes intently. Hearing the crackling sound reached his ears, he said directly, "Slow talk, I have something to do here."

After speaking, there was no more talk.

Surviving free agent: "..."

What can she do?

This is Hong Guoguo's revenge? !

The survivors were out of anger, but the situation was what they asked for. They scolded themselves at most, and they didn't dare to open mouth and scold Mo Shangyun.

It's really a sin, and no one expected Mo Shangyun to sit there, and he would be able to instruct Jiang Shan and take everything into his own hands.

"Hi, Instructor Mo."

Just after biting two sweet potatoes, Mo Shangyun suddenly heard a sneaky voice.

Looking up at a moving place, you can't see the situation in the distance without wearing night vision goggles, but Mo Shangyun knew in advance that a teaching assistant was hiding in that direction.

Seeing Mo Shangyun looking at it, the assistant teacher crawled out of the bushes and bent to run towards Mo Shangyun.

"Hey."

The assistant who was covered with military rapeseed on his face, as soon as he walked into the flashing bonfire light, showed a bright smile on the ink, and his white teeth were exposed on the black lacquer face, and the two colors formed a sharp contrast.

Mo Shangyun saw his intention at a glance, pointed at the sweet potato resting on the ground, and said: "Eat."

"Thank you." The assistant teacher quickly came over and picked up the hot roasted sweet potato. After sitting down, he walked toward the ink, "Instructor Mo, your roasted sweet potato is old, I can smell it from afar , It's really greedy."

Mo Shangyun glanced at him, speechless.

It stands to reason that this teaching assistant needs to stick to her post and report her actions to Yan Tianxing.

The purpose is to let Yan Tianxing understand the general situation, and supervise Mo Shangyun not cheating.

However, eating sweet potatoes together can still achieve these two goals, and Mo Shangyun, who ate sweet potatoes during the battle, is considered to have left his post without permission... not qualified to say him.

As an instructor, Mo Shangyun selectively ignored details.

Not important, not important.