Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 159. I have been blacklisted and not invited [two more]

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"Ji Ruonan arranged an "undercover" in Group A to keep up with the news of the students of Group A. Momo, as long as you say a word, don't mention Group A, I can control all the students' small dynamics, do you want to Develop my inside line?"

At the end, Yan Gui's voice was mixed with obvious expectations.

Mo Shangyun unceremoniously rewarded him with a punch in the chest.

Not heavy, but enough for Yangui to converge.

Yan Gui covered his chest, bent down, and looked at Mo Shangyun with a sad look, "Mo Mo, your group B is now a piece of loose sand, are you sure you don't want to seize their weakness?"

"Reinstall?" Mo Shangyun twisted his brows.

Immediately, Yan Gui stood up straight, carrying a barbecue bag, standing upright, with his chin slightly raised, and looking straight ahead, he was almost standing at attention and saluting.

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

"What's the matter with Group A?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"I overheared it at night," Yan Gui immediately stopped standing upright, and said sneakily, "Ji Ruonan arranged for someone to be an undercover agent and pay close attention to the situation of the group A students nearby. It can't be said to be a sly trick, it should be right. They will take a closer look and know what things can be known for the first time so that she can make countermeasures."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

This is at best a management tool.

Not really shameless.

With his eyes rolling around, Yan Gui asked with a smile on his face: "Momo, don't you really think about me?"

"Not considered."

Mo Shangyun answered without thinking.

"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now," Yan Gui said unsurprisingly, "You can come to me whenever you want, I won't despise you."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes to look at him, raised his hand, and put his shoulders on his shoulders, "A word of advice, I am now working with your brother's immediate boss, what do you want to say..."

After a deliberate pause, Mo Shangyun patted him on the chest with the back of his hand and raised his eyebrows to remind him: "It's a little measured."

"Yes, Instructor Mo!"

Yan Gui'er trembled, and immediately straightened his serious attitude.

Mo Shangyun smiled with raised eyebrows, retracted his hand, and left with satisfaction.

Yan Gui looked at her away from the corner of her eye.

Having been waiting for her to leave, she was relieved from the upright position.

Yan Gui touched her little heart that was scarcely frightened.

Momo, who has the right, is terrible...

*

Mo Shangyun returned to the Su Office Building.

To go to your own office, you need to pass by Mu Cheng's office.

As soon as Mo Shangyun arrived at the door, he heard Mucheng greet him——

"Instructor Mo, there is a barbecue, can you eat together?"

Mo Shangyun paused after hearing the sound.

I glanced inside, and suddenly found that Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Xiao Chuyun were all there.

"No, I have eaten it."

A glance at the skewers in their hands, Mo Shangyun answered without guilt.

Peng Yuqiu took a look at her casual clothes, and asked nonsense, "You didn't go out with Yan Ye?"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the office changed.

"Guess."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and answered without half-distraction.

After speaking, I 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 there. Mo Shangyun took his gaze back.

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as I walked further to the office, I heard ridicule inquiries.

Mo Shangyun glanced at Duan Zimu who was still in the office.

"Landscape." Mo Shangyun replied calmly.

When passing by Duan Zimu's office, he paused, "Didn't you go for supper?"

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

"Oh?" With a light brow, Mo Shangyun understood it and said, "Sorry for you."

It is clear that Yan Tianxing has let go, so that no one will "invite" Duan Zimu.

Of course, the possibility of Duan Zimu deliberately is not ruled out.

"The cause is you, don't you want to express it?" As soon as the pen in his hand was released, Duan Zimu looked at her with a smile.

Mo Shangyun walked to his desk, put his hand on the office chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Zimu, then suddenly asked: "Am I white?"

Duan Zimu was slightly taken aback.

Can't help but glance at her carefully.

The incandescent lamp was shining in the room, and under the soft light, the skin that was already white was lining as white as porcelain.

Clearly guessed that there was something in her words, but Duan Zimu was so awkward that she agreed and nodded, "White."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be in the dark."

Mo Shangyun shrugged, pulled the chair away, and sat down.

"..." After a moment of dumbness, Duan Zimu carefully studied Mo Shangyun, and then said, "You will only let me discover more of your advantages."

After a pause, Duan Zimu smiled at the corners of her lips, and affirmed every word: "For example, humor."

"Thanks."

Picking up a folder on the desk, Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.

Dan Zimu laughed.

Afterwards, he looked at Mo Shangyun who turned on the computer and asked, "Is there anything I can help?"

"Are you finished?" Mo Shangyun gave him a sideways look.

"Hmm."

There is nothing to be busy at first.

He is only in charge of shooting training. He doesn't care about anything else. He is the most leisurely among all instructors.

"Oh," Mo Shangyun nodded, and then unceremoniously ordered, "You will paste all the paper I printed out on the back later."

"OK."

Duan Zimu didn't think much about it, but just agreed.

Of course, after hearing the sound of the printer that was working all the time, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

"How many?" Duan Zimu asked suspiciously.

"Sixty or seventy." Mo Shangyun replied without raising his head.

Duan Zimu: "..."

Where does so much paper come from?

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

After the printer has finished working, there is a thick stack of paper.

Duan Zimu picked up the paper, glanced at Mo Shangyun who was typing on the keyboard, and then glanced around the paper.

Participants in Group B each have a form to evaluate them from all sides. The horizontal one includes housekeeping, physical fitness, fighting, shooting, other, and points, and the vertical one is time, which is for this month. .

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

Some are "good", some are "excellent", and some are simply ticked. Duan Zimu did not find any specific effects in this column.

In addition, there is also a list of all students' housekeeping results.

Looking at Mo Shangyun, who was concentrating on work, Duan Zimu had an intuition—Mo Shangyun still had some forms left unprinted.

Afterwards, Duan Zimu hooked her lips with interest.

I have to admit that Mo Shangyun didn't care about anything, but in fact he did not spend less thought than Ji Ruonan.

At the very least, Ji Ruonan, who pays attention to everyone in Group A, does not summarize their achievements in such detail.

As far as Duan Zimu is concerned, creating more than 50 forms is enough for him.

"Instructor Mo, a group B student, one is missing."

Counting the papers in his hand, Duan Zimu confirmed that the number was incorrect, and then said to Mo Shangyun.

"Well, I gave up on her."

When he said this, Mo Shangyun was not happy or angry, very indifferent.

Duan Zimu paused slightly and glanced at the form in his hand.

Who did you give up?

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

322, midsummer.

Notice the name, Duan Zimu inevitably thinks about what happened during combat training...

Give up?

Duan Zimu frowned lightly, glanced at Mo Shangyun, but quickly closed his gaze back.

Without questioning about 322, Duan Zimu took the paper and double-sided tape and started to work against the wall.

The steps are very simple, just too cumbersome, but the jokes are very patient, and the pieces of paper are posted up, and they are divided into categories. The list of group B students is even arranged according to the dormitory, which is very clear. .

Mo Shangyun entered his fighting score, stretched his waist, and sent it to Yan Tianxing and Xiao Chuyun, then printed out the document, and then took out his mobile phone to send messages to Mucheng and Peng Yuqiu, urging them to do so. Points statistics.

When the document was printed, Mo Shangyun got up and walked to the printer. As soon as he picked up the paper, he heard movement at the door.

Following, is Mu Cheng's voice——

"Instructor Mo, are you anxious about counting points?"

Mo Shangyun looked up, and just about to answer, he heard Mu Cheng's voice again, "Damn, what are you doing?!"

After a pause, Mo Shangyun saw the horror on Mu Cheng's face, and stared at the paper pasted half of the wall. During the pause, he seemed to be suspicious of life.