Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 194. How is Mo Shangyun perverted [19 more]
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"They think your logical thinking is too strong and they can't believe the facts, so they want to ask you, did you communicate with Ji Ruonan well in advance?"
According to the meaning of Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi, Liang Zhiqiong repeated it briefly.
After finishing speaking, she got the unhappy eyes of Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi.
It's no wonder Liang Zhiqiong just stood closer, because he listened to their conversation on purpose!
Traitor!
Shameless rape!
Mo Shangyun glanced at Liang Zhiqiong leisurely.
The discussion between Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi was only a question of Mo Shangyun, and Liang Zhiqiong stood up and repeated it, which gave Mo Shangyun a chance to clarify.
After all, Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi think so, and there should be many other people who think so.
Mo Shangyun accepted this kindness.
"If you think that an instructor who is competitive with me will use his own 100 points to set off my image..." At this point, Mo Shangyun paused on purpose before continuing," Then I have no need to explain."
It was said that "there is no need for explanation", but after listening to the previous words, no one will have similar doubts again.
Yes, Ji Ruonan clearly competes with Mo Shangyun. Everyone knows that there is competition between them, and Ji Ruonan is known to be good to all students. How could it be possible to abandon them in order to help Mo Shangyun restore his image? One hundred points for group A?
It's obviously impossible.
Jiang Tingzhi and Shen Qianqian looked at each other, only to feel that their faces were a little hot.
If you think about it carefully, it's really a guess of zero possibility.
In other words, all the analysis and arrangements were definitely made by Mo Shangyun himself.
Thinking about this, both of them feel a little afraid.
What kind of pervert is Mo Shangyun?
"Two minutes left."
Sweeping his eyes at the watch, Mo Shangyun gave a reminder, waved his hand, and walked out of the encircled circle.
In just two minutes, I want them to go through the plan again, which is obviously impossible.
I can only pray that this group of elites can remember the way of fighting.
The 16 people who were left behind, looked at each other, and finally took the last time to look frantically at the map.
*
Seven o'clock exactly.
Everyone has left, but Mo Shangyun is still there.
The sky is completely dark.
Because he was in the marginal area, Mo Shangyun walked a few steps outside the area, and then lit a bonfire.
Wearing a headset, Mo Shangyun sat by the bonfire, threw a few sweet potatoes into the coals, and let them roast.
After all, I didn’t have dinner, and I had nothing to do here. It’s better to roast a few sweet potatoes to fill up your stomach—the sweet potatoes were taken in the cooking class.
The students in the four groups are all high-achieving, and they are advancing in full accordance with Mo Shangyun's plan. The early stage is stable and smooth, and there is no problem.
In the first few minutes, Mo Shangyun was still more concerned about the situation in the channel, but over time, he basically shifted his mind to roasted sweet potatoes.
It's very leisurely.
Occasionally, I will connect to Yan Tianxing's channel in the Su Office Building and talk a few words, but they are all trivial things.
The opposite--
Ji Ruonan, the commander of Group A, is very busy.
As soon as the confrontation started, we continued to receive news that multiple ambush teams and patrol teams were attacked and plunged into chaotic battle.
Group B seems to adopt a policy of "killing one thousand enemies and destroying eight hundred", rushing forward recklessly, stepping on thunder everywhere, and bumping into walls everywhere. Although they are seeking their own way of death, they also let Group A come. Caught off guard.
In the completely unexpected chaos, Ji Ruonan had to distract and pay attention to every point that was attacked. He was so busy that he didn't even have the effort to drink saliva.
The dormitory building, the first floor.
Yan Tianxing stood outside the communication equipment room, listening to the teaching assistants lurking nearby reporting the battle.
Mo Shangyun is roasting sweet potatoes.
Ji Ruonan is busy dealing with the attacks of each group.
Group B consists of two groups of people, one group of people moves freely, and one group of people is in charge of casually; the group of people is in charge of Mo Shangyun, who quietly hides the eyes and ears of group A in the chaos, and is going to the base of group A go ahead.
Group A made sufficient preparations before the war, but now it is disturbed by the opponent's random attacks. Everything is not going according to plan, on the contrary, it is in a weak position.
Obviously, Group A is a plan that treats Group B as evenly matched targets. Right now people are messing up with fools, just like martial arts masters fighting with unskilled vixens. They don’t follow their routines at all. There is no response.
However, this situation should be reversed soon.
After all, the number of people on both sides is similar. In the initial battle, the sacrifice rate of group B is much higher than that of group A. The number of their subsequent rushing will be reduced, and group A will gradually enter this state of melee.
Roughly after listening to the report, Yan Tianxing specifically asked Mo Shangyun a few words.
However, the information I got, except for roasting sweet potatoes, was collecting firewood, lighting a bonfire, and even the intercom was not used several times.
Finally, a teaching assistant commented: Instructor Mo looked like he was on vacation.
Yan Tianxing ended the conversation with the teaching assistant, and then contacted Mo Shangyun, who was still roasting sweet potatoes.
"Are sweet potatoes delicious?"
Gently curled lips, even Yan Tianxing didn't realize it, the deep and thick voice was full of spoiling.
Suddenly hearing Yan Tianxing’s voice, Mo Shangyun was silent, and then replied leisurely, “I’m not familiar yet, no comment.”
"Are you going to let go?" Yan Tianxing asked with a smile.
"Nothing to do with me."
Mo Shangyun returned leisurely, adding a few firewood to the campfire.
I can hear Mo Shangyun's tone, and I am probably sure about it. Yan Tianxing said: "Good luck to you."
"I 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 communication, Yan Tianxing paused in place, thinking that she would not care about her because of her poor rest.
*
After the initial heat, the battle 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 30 freelancers have already sacrificed 20.
"Awesome."
Mo Shangyun sighed heartily.
However, such words, when they are said at this time, seem to be ironic.
It's just that no one dares to refute.
It's really ugly enough to lose. No matter how Mo Shangyun talks about them, they have no room to talk back.
Especially--
Among those who sacrificed, none of them were students who stayed behind to let Mo Shangyun assign tasks.
Mo Shangyun didn't care about the self-pity victims, holding the roasted sweet potatoes in his hand, eating leisurely, while leisurely asking a few words about the students who acted freely.
Occasionally, I see them worrying about it, and I also give some advice based on the terrain.
Someone tried to follow what she said, but broke through the opponent's defense without any engagement, and was stunned.
"Instructor Mo, we are here, next..."
"Instructor Mo, my side..."
"Instructor Mo..."
After successfully mentoring the two groups, the public channel suddenly became lively. Each of the scattered groups explained their situation and planned to ask Mo Shangyun for help.
Mo Shangyun was eating sweet potatoes intently, and heard the crackling sound in his ears, and said directly: "You guys talk slowly, there is something wrong with me."
After speaking, he didn't say another word.
The surviving free actors: "..."
What can she do?
This is Hong Guoguo's revenge, right? !
The survivors were so angry, but they asked for it themselves, at most they cursed themselves, and they didn't dare to open their mouths to curse Mo Shangyun.
It's really a sin. No one thought that Mo Shangyun would sit there and be able to give pointers to Jiangshan and take everything in his own hands.
"Hi, Instructor Mo."
Just biting two sweet potatoes, Mo Shangyun suddenly heard a sneaky sound.
I raised my eyes and looked at the moving place. I can't see the distant situation without night vision goggles, but Mo Shangyun knew in advance that there was a teaching assistant hidden in that direction.
Seeing Mo Shangyun looked over, the assistant teacher crawled out of the bushes, bent over and ran towards Mo Shangyun.
"Hey."
The assistant teacher with his face covered with military rape, as soon as he walked into the twinkling bonfire light, he gave Mo Shangyun a bright smile, and his black face showed white teeth, and the two colors formed a distinct Compared.
Mo Shangyun saw his intention at a glance, pointed to the sweet potato lying on the ground, and said: "Eat it."
"Thank you." The assistant teacher walked over quickly and picked up the hot roasted sweet potatoes. After sitting down, he said to Mo, "Instructor Mo, your roasted sweet potatoes are old and fragrant. It's really greedy to smell it."
Mo Shangyun glanced at him, a little 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 that Mo Shangyun did not cheat.
However, eating sweet potatoes together can still achieve these two goals, and Mo Shangyun, who ate sweet potatoes during the battle, has already left his post without authorization...I am not qualified to say him.
As an instructor, Mo Shangyun selectively ignores details.
Not important, not important.