"anymore question?"

One of the instructors kept a serious expression and asked coldly to Mo Shangyun.

"You..." Mo Shangyun's words paused.

The two stared at her cautiously.

At the next moment, I saw Mo Shangyun grabbed the thing before him and picked it up directly and asked the two of them, "Can I change the hostage next time?"

As soon as she lifted that "hostage", Subei and Ding Jing sitting on both sides of her evaded subconsciously.

Not because of anything else, but the quality of this "hostage" is really too bad, a pile of fluff is peeled off from it at random, the surrounding air is called a miserable one, and a mouth is a mouth of fluff , Inadvertently inhaling the trachea can kill a person.

Seeing this "fleece attack", the instructors did not consciously step back a few steps, one can imagine how powerful this thing is.

"Funds are tight."

An instructor gave an awkward answer for a thousand years.

"Oh, secondary use is really economical."

Mo Shangyun responded faintly, and then threw the doll towards the instructors.

The two instructors quickly retreated, and none of them were willing to grab with their hands, so they watched the "hostage" being ruthlessly dropped on the ground.

The four instructors glanced at each other, and none of them responded to Mo Shangyun's sarcasm.

Because, they also feel quite picky.

It is said that this was brought back by Ruyi Rong, who originally wanted to buy a batch of new and decent ones, but because of the "financial shortage", Ru Yirong passed by a factory, "Xiao Zhi moved with reason" "I went to someone to talk about it, and I didn't spend the last penny, so I brought these inferior stuff back."

Of course, this is just "supposedly."

Whether it is true or not is unknown.

After all, it’s a mystery to see one team in one team. They are not a team, let alone.

Liang Zhiqiong sighed leisurely, feeling that he was ten years old suddenly.

Raising his hand to touch a somewhat hungry stomach, Liang Zhiqiong twisted his eyebrows and asked the instructors: "Oh, when will the helicopter come to pick us up?"

Upon hearing the sound, the four instructors exhaled.

Finally asked about the point.

The instructor who was in charge of the preaching stepped forward, and his eyes fell on Subei, shouting: "018."

Subei looked at him suspiciously.

"Someone asked me to ask you, do you know in which direction you are coming from?" the instructor asked solemnly.

Although, his tone of questioning is like asking a child who is not sensible.

Subei's mouth twitched slightly, "Step to allow you to ask?"

"This is not the point." The instructor replied immediately.

Subei: "..." Damn, it must be to step the bastard!

After hesitating for a moment, North Jiangsu carefully discerned the downward direction, then pointed to the upper stream and said, "There."

In fact, I have been talking in the helicopter, and basically haven't looked outside. Even if I saw it, I would only see the jungle vegetation landscape in northern Jiangsu.

The instructor glanced at her in surprise, then turned his head to his companion and said helplessly: "2 points deduction."

Northern Jiangsu: "..."

Really wrong?

Ding Jing pulled a piece of grass, tilted his head slightly, and happily ridiculed North Jiangsu: "Oh, Sister Su, your points are basically deducted from Step Instructor?"

"Thigh, haven't you thought about the day when Neng died her?" Subei coldly looked at Ding Jing, his eyes full of murderousness.

"I have thought about it, but murder is illegal." Mo Shangyun said lightly, then looked at North Jiangsu silently. "In addition, this Luci, please change your name."

Subei smiled, but his voice was clenched, "I'm not a lust."

"I can tell where I came from." Liang Zhiqiong lowered his head, beeping softly (whispering).

"Then you are great." Subei embraced her with a smile.

"Mo Shangyun, save me--"

Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly asked Mo Shangyun for help, but as soon as the words were spoken, she uttered a cry and fell to the ground by Northern Jiangsu.

Ding Jing shook his head, "naive."

Mo Shangyun is irrefutable, "Stay away."

So, the two really moved a little to the side, far away from Northern Jiangsu and Liang Zhiqiong.

Looking at Liang Zhiqiong, who was disgusted by Mo Shangjun's face: "..."

Lying! Lying!

Best friend! Must be dear!

Four instructors: "..." Goddesses, please pay attention to your identity and recognize your position.

After allowing them to make trouble for a while, finally a courageous instructor stood up.

"cough."

He coughed deliberately and attracted several people's attention.

After all, they were not a "bear boy", and soon they came down honestly, and North Jiangsu also took Liang Zhiqiong upright from the ground.

Liang Zhiqiong returned her a stiff smile.

"This is the case. After the team battle is over, you will have your next mission." The instructor said, "You must go back to the base from here before 6 pm. Otherwise, you will be deducted 5 points."

"Go back?" Liang Zhiqiong surprised, "We flew over."

"...So I have given you such a long time." The instructor responded thoughtfully.

"Do we have to act together?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"Correct."

The instructor gave a positive answer.

Mo Shangyun asked again: "Start now?"

The instructor said: "In fact, when you know the result of the team battle, this round of tasks has already begun."

It's only when they pull on something else that they will delay the time.

"..."

Clearly understanding this, all four were silent.

"Can we go now?" Liang Zhiqiong asked with some uncertainty.

"Correct."

"Then we--"

Liang Zhiqiong turned his head and planned to ask the opinions of the three partners. As a result, they found that Mo Shangyun, Ding Jing, and Northern Jiangsu had already got up from the ground and are now packing up their respective equipment.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..." It turned out that she was the most team-minded person in the team, and the instructors who observed their performance were really right!

Suddenly I felt that Liang Zhiqiong of Alexandria, with a heavy and tragic mood, picked up his whole set of equipment and stood up from the ground.

Seeing that they were ready to leave, the four instructors did not stay in place for a long time, and began to prepare for the students they will meet in the next round.

"Sister Su, come on," Mo Shangyun put on Su Bei's shoulder and smiled, "Tell me, where do you want to go, we all follow you."

Subei's elbow hit her, and then raised her eyebrows, "Well, are you itchy?"

Ding Jing added oil and vinegar, "I swear, she is genuine leather."

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong covered his face tragically.

Can you let her deduct the five points and fly back directly with the instructors?

How could these three gangsters get together so naive? !

How about giving her a genuine Mexican instructor, Ding Mowang and Sister Su? !

Looking around for a while, North Jiangsu did not find the direction, and finally asked Mo Shangyun, "Where are you going?"

"Go along the river."

Mo Shangyun smiled and squinted at her, full of teasing.

Subei raised his eyebrows.

Ding Jing helped the side to say a fair word, "It really walks along the river."

"The two points I was deducted are fake?"

"That's true," Ding Jing said slowly, "because this river is not straight."

Speaking of this, Ding Jing suddenly had a sense of pride in his heart, and could not help but say poetically: "Look at this big river, winding and winding, winding and bending--"

"I beg you to shut up."

Mo Shangyun said with a painful face, the muzzle was pointed at Ding Jing's mouth.

Subei and Liang Zhiqiong: "..." Although this action is a bit dangerous, I really thank Mo Shangyun for stopping it in such a timely manner.

Ding Jing avoided the gun sideways, stepped forward, and then raised his hand to grab Mo Shangyun's collar. "Say, are you jealous of my creation?!"

"Yes, yes," Mo Shangyun nodded perfunctoryly, patting her hand away, "jealousy drives me crazy."

"Fine actors, can't you go?"

Liang Zhiqiong, the only one with a mission, urged them angrily.

"go."

North Jiangsu responded.

Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing, who were very close, glanced at each other.

"Is the poem I made really bad?" Ding Jing asked rather puzzled.

Mo Shangyun sighed and patted her chest with the back of her hand. "There is time, I will teach you how to write the word "Chinese"."

After finishing speaking, Mo Shangyun shook his head and followed the North Jiangsu and Liang Zhiqiong with his gun.

"What do you mean?"

Ding Jing inexplicably kept pace with Mo Shangyun.

"Chinese", can she write well? !

Moreover, she still writes many words, okay? !

She is just not very familiar with middle school knowledge. How come to Mo Shangyun here, she is like an illiterate? !