"Mo Shangyun, let me tell you, something big happened!"

Embracing Mo Shangjun's arm, Liang Zhiqiong said as soon as he walked up the stairs.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the corridor, signaling her voice to be a little lower.

Liang Zhiqiong immediately reached out and covered his mouth, then nodded to Mo Shangjun clearly.

"how?"

Mo Shangyun asked.

"Just your high school classmate, Shangru." Liang Zhiqiong carefully lowered his voice, and almost spoke against Mo Shanjun's ear.

"Ok?"

"She looked at Mr. Ji," Liang Zhiqiong said, "Yu Qiu and Mu Cheng said that since Mr. Ji visited them once, she has been exploring Mr. Ji. Both of them can see that she has not Hidden, Mr. Ji is now single again, so..."

Speaking of which, Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth, "What about Tang Shi?! I hate that woman! It's not a funny thing at first glance!"

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "You talk to Tang Shi."

"What do I say?" Liang Zhiqiong went down the last step. "She never admitted that she likes Mr. Ji. The last time Mr. Ji came back, she went to the hospital to see her, and she didn't say anything."

"What do you care about their affairs?" Mo Shangyun gave her a slanted look. "Tang Shi doesn't like Mr. Ji, and doesn't allow others to pursue Mr. Ji?"

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong was speechless by her.

Halfway through, Liang Zhiqiong lowered his head and bulged his cheeks very unhappy. "But I don't like that woman."

"Are you Mr. Ji looking for your wife?"

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry.

"You don't intervene in this matter," Mo Shangyun looked at her unhappy expression, paused, raised her hand and squeezed her cheek, and said, "You tell Tang Shiyi, Tang Poetry knows her. If you really like Mr. Ji, you won’t let people out. Don’t get involved with your own affairs.”

"I'm her only roommate!" Liang Zhiqiong almost jumped up. "And, the woman clearly knows that Yu Qiu and Mu Cheng have objects, and they specially make small biscuits to feed them. Don't you know to keep the distance?! I met this kind of girl in school, and the girl got green tea."

"..."

Like a child.

Mo Shangyun shook his head, not planning to fight with her.

When he walked out of the hospital, Liang Zhiqiong still couldn't restrain his inner mania and pulled Mo Shangyun to ask, "Isn't she a classmate of your high school? Do you have an impression of what happened?"

"Do I look like I know?"

"She remembers you all."

"There are quite a few people who remember me." Mo Shangyun took it for granted.

"……show off."

Liang Zhiqiong groaned angrily.

But if you think about it carefully, what Mo Shangyun said is not unreasonable.

Some people, no matter what circle they are in, will attract others' attention, but she can't remember everyone in the circle.

Mo Shangjun shrugged and opened the passenger door.

As soon as she raised her hand, the car key was thrown at Liang Zhiqiong, who reached for it.

Looking at the key in his hand, Liang Zhiqiong looked at her suspiciously, "Why?"

"You drive." Mo Shangjun sat in the car.

Leaning his lips, Liang Zhiqiong pulled the car door to sit in the driver's seat, and then turned his head toward Mo Shangjun to complain, "When can I drive the tank? I want to drive the tank, I want to drive the helicopter!"

"Two more days."

"Tanks and helicopters?!"

Liang Zhiqiong asked in surprise.

"Turn on the tank first." Mo Shangjun said, "There will be a chance to turn on the helicopter later."

"What about fighters?"

"...This is a bit difficult, or should you switch to the Air Force?" Mo Shangyun suggested slightly sincerely.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Driving the car out of the parking lot, Liang Zhiqiong's eyes lit up and said, "I heard that Ruan Brother had a helicopter driver's license, can you find him to train us?"

"He still took the card?" Mo Shangyun was surprised.

"You don't know?" Liang Zhiqiong asked strangely.

"..."

Ruan Yan had too many skill points, and she really didn't know about it.

However, she also thought about when to accumulate time together, when not so busy, take a test.

After a while, Liang Zhiqiong glanced at Mo Shangyun and asked again: "Yes, too, do you know?"

"..."

Don't these big guys say anything?

Judging from Mo Shangjun's silence, Liang Zhiqiong slapped his hand on the steering wheel and said in amazement: "You don't even know this?"

Mo Shangyun gave Liang Zhiqiong a slightly threatening look.

Liang Zhiqiong closed his mouth immediately.

*

The hospital was too close to the base, and after a while, Liang Zhiqiong drove the car downstairs.

It's about nine thirty, and it's time to turn off the lights.

"I'll go back and tell Tang Shi?" Liang Zhiqiong returned the key to Mo Jun, asking with some caution.

"Ok."

"I'm afraid, Tang Shi's temperament, but the one called Shangru..." Liang Zhiqiong bit his lip, his expression showing a worried look.

Mo Shangyun gave her a weird look, "Are you treating Tang Shi as a white rabbit?"

"What is "dang"? Isn't she?"

"She does more than you do."

"...I will do things and I will do things, but she is not tough! How to fight green tea?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun was too lazy to tell her more.

Once again let Liang Zhiqiong do not do much business, Mo Shangyun went upstairs and entered his dormitory.

Liang Zhiqiong said, "Hey," and wanted to stop Mo Shangyun to say something. As a result, the door of the dormitory was shut by Mo Shangyun "Bang".

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Isn’t that a good girlfriend? !

*

As soon as Mo Shangyun entered the door, he saw Ding Jing holding a book.

"I'm back?" Ding Jing's voice was very frustrated.

"Not sleeping?"

Mo Shangyun closed the door and walked behind her. stay

"No. I just entered the dormitory with my front foot, and the Jiang team came to the door. Good fellow, gave me another stack of books!"

Ding Jing painfully hit the thick book with his fingers.

It was only a few hours before she read ten pages.

Mo Shangyun squinted at her, "What is this time?"

"English language."

"..."

"She said that I spoke English very well, so I could take a test, and later I could leave as an interpreter." Ding Jing sighed.

"It's good, even the back road is thinking for you." Mo Shangjun nodded and glanced at her thick stack of English materials, adding, "The skill is not overwhelming."

"I never thought about what happened after leaving the army."

"Someone thinks for you, isn't it good?"

"Good is good, but you know, it doesn't feel true."

I have been on it for the rest of my life. I can leave the army. Where can I go?

"Get used to it if you think about it."

"What will you do when you leave the army?" Ding Jing asked, thinking of the rank of Mo Shangyun, and he said, "Won't I stay in the army all my life and retire to live a small life supported by the state? That feels like that It doesn’t mean much."

"I'm only 23 years old, what do I want to do? I don't lack food, clothing, talent, or fear that nobody wants it." Mo Shangyun shrugged indifferently, "at what stage, what do I want to do."

"Can't bear Jiang team wants me to plan my life!"

Mo Shangjun came up with a new training uniform and said with a smile: "You can learn, learn more skills. It's always true. Even if you don't leave the army, you can be an undercover agent in the future. You can also pretend to be an interpreter."

Ding Jing bit the pen, leaning his head slightly, thinking about the words on the ink.

-It seems, it makes sense.

Mo Shangyun walked to the balcony.

Ding Jing groaned and continued to nibble the thick English material.

Anyway, one thing is that she agrees with Mo Shangyun-skill is not crushed.

After Mo Shangyun knew her, he found her dialect to learn the local dialect. Now she can barely communicate with the local people in dialect. It is worth Ding Jing to give her a thumbs up.

Learn endlessly.

*

Liang Zhiqiong returned to the dormitory.

The lights were not on, and Tang poetry was not there.

She wandered around in wonder, then took a bath. When she was just about to wash her clothes, she saw Tang Shi come back holding the laptop.

"Where have you been?" Liang Zhiqiong entered the dormitory and asked Tang Shi.

"Library," Tang Shi said, "I want to check something out."

"this late?"

"Ah?" Tang Shi glanced at his watch and said, "It's not yet time to turn off the lights."

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong grabbed his wet hair and didn't know what to say for a while.

In order to help Mo Shangjun to do things, Tang Shi ran the library as soon as he was free~lightnovelpub.net~ to read materials, watch videos, summarize methods, discuss teaching...

The free time squeezed out was all wasted on it.

There is no time to talk about love.

Mo Shangyun is really harmful.

"I have something to tell you." Liang Zhiqiong hesitated and blinked to Tang Shi.

"You said."

Putting the laptop on his desk, Tang Shi dragged Liang Zhiqiong's chair out and motioned for Liang Zhiqiong to sit down.

Liang Zhiqiong sat down.

Tang Shi took out the white towel in the closet and put it on Liang Zhiqiong's hair, wiping her gently.

"Do you know the doctor in charge of Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng?"

"Well," Tang Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, and tilted his head to think, "Shang Ru?"

"Hey! It's her—" Liang Zhiqiong gave her a surprised look, "You know?"

Tang Shi nodded, "I know."

"How did you know?"

"Don't Mr. Ji come to the hospital to see us, I saw her at the time."

Because he sensed a little hostility, Tang Shi wrote down Shang Ru.

"That's it, she, it seems..." Liang Zhiqiong hesitated and spoke slowly. "She seems to want to chase Mr. Ji."

"Ok!"

Tang Shi continued to nod.

Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help but raise his head, "What are you'ah'?"

In this move, Tang Shi almost pasted the towel on her face and pulled the towel aside. There was a soft smile in Tang Shi's eyes, "Because I know."

"Then why did you not respond at all?" Liang Zhiqiong was confused.

"..."

Tang Shi tilted his head slightly and stared down at her.

Liang Zhiqiong didn't notice anything, worried, "You don't really like Mr. Ji?"

"Why are you so worried about staying acridine?"

"I don't like that woman."

Liang Zhiqiong muttered and told Tang Shi about going to the hospital at night and meeting Shang Ru.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Zhiqiong couldn't stop complaining, "Did you say that she had a problem? How can the attending doctor leave work and talk to the patient with the cookies made by himself, so late!"

"This..."

Tang Shi lowered his eyelids, and his voice was meaningful.

"I don't like her anyway!" Liang Zhiqiong said angrily.

"It's okay, the two of them are about to leave the hospital." Tang Shi's voice comforted softly.

"How do you know that Shang Ru is chasing Mr. Ji?" Liang Zhiqiong turned around and couldn't help but ask, "They told you in advance?"

"No." Tang Shi said, "When I and Mr. Ji were in the library, I saw that she added Mr. Ji's WeChat."

"Fuck, it's really fast enough..." Liang Zhiqiong mumbled, and then realized the key problem, she turned over on her feet, kneeled on the stool straight, and put her hands on Tang Shi's shoulders, "Hey, no, you follow The library that Mr. Ji went with?"

"Ok."

Tang Shi blinked, holding the corner of the towel in his hand, looking at the excited Liang Zhiqiong.

"Why didn't you say that early?!" Liang Zhiqiong was anxiously killed by her.

"You... didn't ask." Tang Shi was somewhat innocent.

"You have been running to the library for a while, are you with Mr. Ji?"

"...Forget it."

Tang Shi nodded slightly, his lips gently ticking upward.

"Ouch, is there a play?"

"Okay, okay, sit down first, and I will dry your hair for you." Tang Shi said, "Don't learn the ink team, otherwise you'll get a headache when you get up in the morning."

Wiping Liang Zhiqiong's hair is a habit that Tang Shi and she became after they became roommates.

Tang Shi found that Liang Zhiqiong was nervous, and after lying in the bath, he lay down and fell asleep without rubbing his hair.

Liang Zhiqiong's idea was that Mo Shangyun did the same, and he didn't see any discomfort in Mo Shangyun.

As a result, every time she was lazy, she would have a headache and dizziness the next day, which affected the morning exercises the next morning.

When Tang Shi found this, he usually reminded Liang Zhiqiong. Sometimes Liang Zhiqiong was lazy and didn't want to move. Tang Shi helped Liang Zhiqiong dry himself.

Liang Zhiqiong screamed and raised his arm around the Tang poetry. "If only I could marry you, it would be nice."

Tang poetry: "..."

*

He has not returned in the past two weeks, Mo Shangyun thought he would accumulate a pile of things.

What I didn't expect was that very few jobs were available.

During this time, Tang Shi and You Nianyu would have dealt with everything she had done.

After Qi Qi and Yu Yitong returned from the earthquake rescue, they also tried their best to deal with Mo Shangyun.

They sorted it out and made it into a document or a form, and only needed to glance at it.

No need to worry about ink.

So, when Mo Shangyun arrived at the office early in the morning, less than an hour after going through all the affairs, and then found himself panicking, he finally had a heartfelt thrill-bitter, exhausted, willing, coming!

Life is so beautiful.

The captain is so chic.

Mo Shangyun made himself a cup of green tea in a good mood.

——The tea leaves came from Ruan Yan.

Drink it... The simple taste of green tea, anyway, can't tell whether it is good or bad, and you can drink it normally.

Drinking tea comfortably and eating some snacks, Mo Shangjun planned to take out his mobile phone to take photos of the snacks and green tea before sending breakfast to Yan Tianxing.

As a result, as soon as the phone's screen lit up, Mo Shangyun saw the text message.

Uh, to pay the final payment.

After hesitating for half a minute, Mo Shangyun snapped the last paragraph.

Then the bank text message arrived.

At a glance at his balance, Mo Shangyun realized in a trance that he felt so poor last time and still graduated from elementary school.

Gee.

Sending the picture to Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun dropped his mobile phone, and packed his mind first to eat in the cafeteria.

In the morning, the women's team called a meeting to discuss the arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day.

Mo Shangyun said that the women's second team will go to barbecue with the men's first team during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they will arrange whatever they want for National Day. Anyway, she has no opinion.

"Mo team, this is not unity!" Jiang Qiong smiled with a pen on the table.

"Will you also be together?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"Forget it, we also barbecue." Jiang Qiong thought for a while and said, "With the men's second team."

Xiong Zhixin raised his head in the space for taking notes and asked in surprise: "Is this a friendship?"

"...Forget it." Tang Shi nodded in agreement.

Jiang Qiong nodded and said: "Fortunately, this year, our team's single dog has actually increased."

Mo Shangyun wondered: "How to say?"

"It's divided," Xiong Zhixin took the call. "Those found outside and able to persevere are true love. It's still safer to solve internally."

Mo Shangyun: "..." Sure enough, Mu Cheng's wife was an exception.

As for the moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, they discussed for a few minutes, and finally Mo Shangyun organized the soldiers and the cooking class to make moon cakes together on the grounds of "saving money" and "development fun". .

The meeting was well-planned in advance and proceeded smoothly, and it was discussed in a short time.

"Efficiency is really fast." Jiang Qiong glanced at the time and smiled, "Go away, go busy."

"Not busy this weekend."

Mo Shangyun stood up and said slowly.

Show off!

Jiang Qiong looked at her with a smile, "Don't you go to see Yan team?"

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Momo: I used to be a rich lady who could afford a house in a second- or third-tier city.

Yan Ye: ...

Mo Mo: Now even shopping freedom is restricted.

Yan Ye: ...

Momo: I want to buy a hand cream for my boyfriend.

Yan Ye: Don’t hint, I understand.

Ding Jing: Why do we make money with all our skills? After leaving the army, we can't make a lot of money? What English do you learn!

Bottle: I have self-knowledge, the poor + the waste, and the gods and horses don't ask for it.