"...I lost money."

When saying this, Mo Shangyun appropriately showed a little sadness.

Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, and he intuitively realized that something was wrong, so he put away his dislike.

There is no doubt that Mo Shangjun still has the ability to halve the change in the bag.

Whether you have good skin or good abilities, they are all skills.

"make a deal."

In order to avoid making himself cheaper, Yan Tianxing chose a price that was barely acceptable - at any rate, this was also part of Mo Shangjun's family property.

Mo Shangyun moved his wrist, intending to stretch his muscles.

"Parkour, are you playing?" she asked casually.

Parkour, or parkour, is a sport that can effectively pass through obstacles in cities and nature. It is also classified as an extreme sport. Generally, the environment of daily life is used as the place for exercise. There are no established rules. Do this sport

People just regard various daily facilities as obstacles or aids, running and jumping between them.

It is also called violent cool, urban rush, and displacement art.

This activity can also be used in the training of special forces.

A professional parkour trainer can correctly control the danger and minimize it. When caught in dangers such as "fire", "earthquake", "attack", "car accident", "emergency", etc., he will

The probability of escape will be more than 0 times higher than that of ordinary people.

Of course, troop training cannot be that professional, but it will play a certain role in many operations.

For example, Yan Gui's escape skills.

"Play." Yan Tianxing nodded slightly, and then asked her, "You like it very much?"

"In general." Mo Shangjun answered politely.

In fact, she generally has some skills that make her look cool.

There was a teacher and friend who was keen on various extreme sports, and Mo Shangyun was somewhat influenced by him.

"Continue." Yan Tianxing motioned for her to continue.

Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun suggested: "From here, go to the intersection of West Street."

Yan Tianxing estimated the route in his mind.

From here to West Street, spanning most of the city, it was considered an emergency training session.

"Time." Yan Tianxing dropped his last question.

"You decide."

Mo Shangjun shrugged, quite casual about it.

It's still early now, and it's indeed a bit far from here to West Street, but it won't take a whole night.

After a slight pause, Yan Tianxing said: "Zero o'clock."

"Okay." Mo Shangyun agreed readily.

Then, Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing, his eyes lingered on his shirt for a moment, and he quickly took off his windbreaker and handed it to Yan Tianxing.

"Come on, don't freeze." Mo Shangyun acted extremely heroic.

"..."

Yan Tianxing's eyes darkened slightly.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he did not refuse. He reached out to take the windbreaker, grabbed the collar and turned it back. The hem of the windbreaker drew an arc in the air, and the dressing movement was done in one go. It was really cool.

Mo Shangjun saw it in his eyes and really wanted him to wear it again.

However, it was just a passing thought.

"Put it on."

Following Yan Tianxing's faint instructions, a pair of black gloves swung over.

Mo Shangjun caught it.

Leather gloves, black. Judging from the style, they should have been worn by Yan Tianxing this morning.

"It's big." Mo Shangyun looked at it and had no intention of putting it on.

Yan Tianxing frowned, and his words were a bit harsh, "I'll only say it once."

"What identity?"

Mo Shangjun gave him a cold look.

"Sir." Yan Tianxing took the words slowly.

"..."

wipe.

Mo Shangyun's face changed slightly, but he didn't argue with him anymore and put on the gloves.

It was still warm, and the cold fingers were protected, and the stinging sensation was immediately relieved a lot.

Seeing that she put it on calmly, Yan Tianxing didn't say anything else and walked back with her.

I just went out and bought her a new jacket - not a very handsome down jacket.

After hearing his "romantic" plan of "going to the park to read in the snow", Mo Shangyun thought about the sub-zero temperature that day and finally put on his clothes.

Half an hour later.

The two sat facing each other on a stone bench in the park.

There is wind, snow and wine.

On the stone table between the two of them, there was a military sand table.

Mo Shangjun is in charge of the red team, and Yan Tianxing is in charge of the blue team.

The two of them guided the country, and they played equally well in terms of layout and strategies.

——The military sand table was taken out by Yan Tianxing from the car, and the beer was bought with the change in the plastic bag.

"This wine tastes boring."

After drinking the second can of beer, Mo Shangjun made a disappointing comment and threw the can into a trash can five meters away, hitting the target.

Pedestrians passing by were suddenly startled and looked at her as if they were ghosts.

Mo Shangyun Chun pretended not to see anything.

He treated the wine as a drink and picked it back and forth. Yan Tianxing raised his eyes to look at her, and after making sure she was not even drunk, he threw the plastic bag to her.

"Go buy it yourself." Yan Tianxing said.

"Not enough money." Mo Shangjun shook the plastic bag.

Although there are still a bunch of bits and pieces left, in total, there is at most ten yuan left.

If it weren't for the fact that she arranged the layout very well...

Yan Tianxing frowned and stood up.

Mo Shangjun opened a third can of beer.

Continue to drink it like plain water.

It's not like she can drink a thousand cups, but beer... to her, it can only be regarded as a drink.

Not long after, Yan Tianxing came back with two bottles of soju.

They are all in small bottles, one bottle per person.

It's not a good drink, but when the soju goes into your throat, it gives you a burning sensation, and your body quickly warms up.

"Where did it come from?"

Mo Shangjun shook the soju bottle.

Yan Tianxing looked at her sideways and said, "Brought to others."

"……oh."

Mo Shangyun touched his nose and showed no sign of guilt.

As his body warmed up, Mo Shangyun stopped procrastinating and turned his attention to the sandbox confrontation with Yan Tianxing.

You came and I went back and forth, spending a full two hours, but we were evenly matched.

In the end, Mo Shangjun was defeated by one move due to experience problems.

After drinking the soju, Mo Shangyun was a little tipsy, but his mind was surprisingly clear.

"Leave?"

After asking Yan Tianxing lazily, Mo Shangjun threw the wine bottle into the trash can as usual.
To be continued...