Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 072, this Mo Shangyun, has always been like this? [Three changes]

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"Mo Shangyun, when will instructor Yan come back?"

An unintentional question made the group members who were present to have a meal stop tacitly.

A pair of eyes, deliberately or unintentionally, looked at Mo Shangyun.

Especially An Chen.

Everyone knows that the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing is definitely not as simple as that of ordinary instructors and students.

Yan Gui has met Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing as instructors together.

Lin Qi has seen Yan Tianxing come to the company many times to find Mo Shangyun.

Duan Zimu couldn't be more clear about the training of instructors next month.

Only An Chen knows nothing about the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing, and Liang Zhiqiong asks so bluntly that it is obvious that the relationship between Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing is unusual.

Liang Zhiqiong had just asked casually, but he felt that the atmosphere was not right, and then slowly realized the problem.

"I don't know."

Mo Shangyun responded faintly, and finished his last mouthful of steamed buns.

"Yeah," Yan Gui shrugged, and came out to relieve the siege. "How can Mo Mo know about instructor Yan?"

"Isn't she very close to the instructors," Liang Zhiqiong calmly said, of course, "just ask."

Actually, she just wants to know when Yan Tianxing will come back, and he will be cured.

She was so angry.

I just looked for him, and finally threatened her with the snake thing, one by one "Comrade Liang Zhiqiong", which could not extend the relationship further.

"After eating, you continue."

After finishing the last bit of porridge, Mo Shangyun stood up.

After speaking, I took the plastic trash on the table and left the place.

Her every move attracted the attention of the rest of the people at the table, but no one called her, at most, she said goodbye to her and watched her leave.

*

Eight o'clock.

In the students’ guess, the so-called classrooms should be temporarily set up-after all, the camps are all set up temporarily. Therefore, the imagined classroom environment should be very poor.

However, this time it was not as they thought.

About two kilometers from the camp, there is a small bungalow.

The house is not big, but it is very clean. There are several rooms, the largest one in the middle, with tables and chairs. There are three rows in total, with three positions on the left and right rows. The middle row has six positions, in the middle. The seats in the two aisles are brand new.

At a glance, it is estimated that there are about one hundred and fifty positions.

The students sat on the floor as they imagined, and the hard teaching environment turned into a bubble phantom the moment they saw the classroom.

"One request, each group sits next to each other."

Before entering the door, Peng Yuqiu, who was holding a textbook, pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose and gave them an explanation.

Then, he walked into the classroom first and came to the podium.

The students who lined up to enter the classroom chose a proper position methodically, no one made loud noises, no arguing and noisy. After each group chose a position, they chose a seat at will.

As a member of the 21st group, Mo Shangyun and others are at the back.

First row, tenth position behind.

An Chen, Lin Qi, and Ni Wei sit in the front row, Mo Shangyun sits behind the window, and Duan Zimu and Yangui to the right.

In their positions, a notebook and two signature pens were uniformly allocated.

On the stage, Peng Yuqiu dressed up as a teacher. He slowly turned on the multimedia and inserted the USB flash drive. Until the beginning of the lecture, he did not open the textbook about survival in the wild in his hand.

The students who paid attention to this point were silent.

This Peng instructor...Tsk, it's quite interesting.

"Today, we are talking about food. In the wild, food is very important..."

Peng Yuqiu started today's lecture on the podium.

In the back row, Mo Shangyun played with his signature pen dumbly, with his left elbow resting on the table, his fingers against his chin, and his eyes falling as far as possible to the screen in front.

Yes, when other students are all focusing on taking notes, she is alone, in a state of wandering.

A pen, except for writing my name in the notebook, everything else is blank.

"Do you want to sleep?"

Suddenly, a low and gentle voice came from the ear.

With a pause for the signature pen turning between his fingers, Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly, and ran his eyes into a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes. Through those deep eyes, he could clearly see himself at this moment.

There is no appearance of attending the class seriously, and even a little irritability is faintly revealed between the eyebrows, and it is difficult to calm down.

His eyes shifted slightly, Mo Shangyun saw Duan Zimu's gentle brows and frivolous smile.

"Here."

Without waiting for Mo Shangyun's answer, Duan Zimu put his left hand on the table, as if giving her a hand as a pillow.

Looking at him, then at the arm, Mo Shangyun fell back, leaning on the table behind, and lazily said, "I won't sleep."

That being said, you can sit here idle, nothing to divert your attention, and sleepiness can't stop attacking.

With an unknown fire in his heart, Mo Shangyun became more and more irritable, but he didn't show it too much.

Duan Zimu stared at her for a moment.

Slightly pale face, two frowns unconsciously, in the calm and clear eyes, there is a bit of boredom hidden at this time.

If you don’t look carefully, you won’t notice it.

However, Mo Shangyun is very close to him, and she is used to her convergent aura. At this moment, even if there is something wrong, she can easily detect it.

Mo Shangyun glanced at him warningly.

With a smile, Duan Zimu closed his gaze back.

*

Eleven o'clock.

Mu Cheng and Xiao Chuyun came to the back door to see the situation.

The back door was open, and the appearance of the two of them, it can be said that there is no half of the movement. However, the two of them stood still, and what they saw at a glance was not Peng Yuqiu who was concentrating on teaching, but Mo Shangyun who was boring to sleep in the back row.

Mo Shangyun leaned back, playing with a signature pen in his hand, and looked up at the multimedia screen slightly, wondering if he was listening to the class.

Seeing this, Mu Cheng couldn't help but help.

Fortunately, he can leave before dark, otherwise he will have to study with Peng Yuqiu how to correct Mo Shangyun's attitude.

"When will the captain be back?" Xiao Chuyun asked.

"It was originally tonight," Mu Cheng said. "However, Yanzi said that he changed the flight and should be earlier. I don't know the exact time."

"Yeah." Xiao Chuyun nodded slightly.

Immediately, Xiao Chuyun asked again: "This Mo Shangyun, has always been like this?"

"I don't know, it's the first time I saw her in class." Mu Cheng helplessly spread his hands.

Xiao Chuyun looked at Mo Shangyun.

Appearing to perceive the average, Mo Shangyun's pen-playing movements paused, and then he turned his head. At that moment, his sharp gaze swept away, and his murderous look suddenly collided with Xiao Chuyun's gaze.

An instant confrontation.

Soon, a figure stood outside the window, and a shadow fell through the window onto the desk.

Mo Shangyun quickly retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and swept toward the person outside the window.

At this glance, he was taken aback.

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