In the former army, no matter how strict it was, there were no such rules.

It was difficult to adapt to it for a while.

Therefore, in the mist of hot water and the sound of the shower, many complaints can be heard.

"I used to think that anyone who finished eating in three minutes was a pervert. I never thought that I would become a pervert one day."

"How can I wash my hair if I don't even have any shampoo? A piece of soap can be used on my hair, face, and body?!"

"Damn it, you can still be so picky."

"Stop talking, be careful if they hear it, you won't even have soap one day."

…

Mo Shangyun quietly listened to their complaints.

Her speed was about as fast as they had just soaked their hair and she had already started applying soap.

Because he had been to the "quagmire" today, Mo Shangyun had no choice but to wash himself one more time, but the delay was not too much.

When turning off the hot water, Mo Shangjun heard Liang Zhiqiong's voice from next door, "I'm so exhausted. I thought being in the hands of Demon King Ding was already the most tiring time. I didn't expect that there would be even more tiring times."

.”

After a slight pause, Mo Shangjun was just about to urge her to hurry up when he heard a "dong dong" sound coming from the next door, followed by Ding Jing's leisurely and contented voice, "Demon King Ding is next door to you, do you want to pay attention to what you say?

"

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong shut her mouth instantly and never made a sound again.

With a chuckle, Mo Shangyun quickly put on the clean new clothes.

In order to prevent the clothes from being mixed up during machine washing, all students wrote their own numbers on their old clothes, but today's clothes are newly issued, clean, without wrinkles or damage, and there are numbers belonging to their code names.

, clear at a glance.

Mo Shangjun thought Liang Zhiqiong would be slower, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came out and put on his shoes and socks, he saw Liang Zhiqiong running out in a hurry.

After seeing Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong blinked and immediately calmed down.

Then, she couldn't stop mumbling: "I've caught up, I've caught up."

Mo Shangyun laughed dumbly and threw a towel to her, "Hurry up."

They have two extra minutes because their hair is longer than that of male soldiers, so these two minutes must be used wisely.

My hair was still wet, but I didn't have time to wait for it to dry, so I just put the training cap on my head, half-heartedly.

Yan Tianxing kept reminding her to dry her hair before going to bed, but it turned out that it was impossible in such a tight time. Since she was 1 year old, Mo Shangyun has been living under such conditions and restrictions. Naturally,

formed a habit.

As soon as the five minutes were up, the instructor outside blew the whistle.

Maybe there are no female instructors around, so male instructors should always be gentler when dealing with them.

For the male students next door, as soon as three minutes are up, the instructors rush in to chase them away, cursing and cursing, but here, they only rush outside and no one dares to come in.

All the students rushed to gather, and then were inspected for three minutes with "harsh" requirements. Many students had their scores crossed out by two points.

After finishing the stroke, several teachers looked at each other and sighed.

——It’s like seeing a ghost, but I can’t find anything wrong with Mo Shangyun.

After the inspection, someone in the queue asked loudly: "Tell the instructor, do we still have to train at night?"

"There are classes in the evening." One teacher replied, and then said to other teachers, "Take them away."

I don't know whether it was because the training was too hard, or because they had no concept of "class", so when they were taken away, apart from being a little confused, a group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still raining outside, and if they were kept wet for another night, they might have to take care of the two ambulances.

At seven o'clock, they were led into a large classroom.

Similar to a school classroom, there are three seats on the left and right rows, and a whole row in the middle, with five seats connected together. As the steps go up, it can probably accommodate about two hundred people.

All the lights are turned on, the light is sufficient, and the field of view is bright. On the front podium is a full set of multimedia equipment. Under the podium on the left is the host computer, and an instructor is already standing there waiting.

It can be said that after entering the door, the students basically focused their attention on the instructor, except for taking a general look around the room.

He is very young, but has a high military rank, two bars and two stars.

He was wearing a camouflage training uniform, no different from a teacher. He didn't wear a training cap, revealing a handsome face. His brows had a gentle look, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. He was not as serious and sharp as other instructors, but this kind of friendly attitude

The attitude should be kept at a certain distance, and should not be too close, which will make people feel distant from him from the heart, and unconsciously lower themselves to look up to him.

Some people are naturally intimidating.

For example, Yan Hanyu, such as Yan Tianxing.

For example, the instructor in front of me.

The moment they saw him, all the students unconsciously stopped their voices. Without saying a word, they all turned their attention to him.

It seems that I have consciously found my position as a "student".

Seeing them all standing at the door, the instructor was slightly startled, then showed a gentle smile to them and said, "My name is Bu Yirong."

After a slight pause, he continued: "It's better to choose a place and write your names in the notebook."

With his order, the students present took action.

However, the moment he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun was the first to stand up.

As the first one, she did not fight for the first row, but chose the fifth row next to the door, and then moved to the seat next to the wall.

This selection method is very conspicuous, just like scumbags competing for the last row of seats, which makes people feel inexplicably embarrassed.

Soon, the rest of the students had chosen their positions.

Students who love learning all choose the first few rows in the middle, and those who are a step behind either go to the back or to both sides.

Ding Jing chose the seat next to Mo Shangyun, while Liang Zhiqiong took a step slower, hesitated again and again, and finally chose to stay away from Ding Jing, silently choosing to follow Tang Shi sitting in the middle.

You Nianyu, Su Bei and Duan Zimu happened to choose the seat in front of Mo Shangjun. The three of them sat neatly and looked like good students.

But when Mo Shangyun was writing his name in his notebook, he suddenly heard Su Bei, who was sitting in front of him, curse secretly, "I'll wipe it."

I don’t know who I’m scolding.

Mo Shangjun didn't pay much attention.

But, vaguely, I felt that Bu Yirong, who was standing in front, glanced this way from time to time, not knowing who he was looking at.

Mo Shangjun felt that he had been affected and felt quite unhappy.

After writing the name, he closed the notebook. Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, then glanced around in boredom, and happened to catch a glimpse of Ding Jing writing the name in his notebook.

Mo Shangjun paused for two seconds, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, then approached Ding Jing a little strangely, and asked: "Can human handwriting be so ugly?"

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

The two characters "Ding Jing" are crooked and cannot be distinguished at all. It is really scary to see.

This trace... Those who didn't know it thought Ding Jing worked in a hospital.

Mo Shangyun did not hide the ridicule on his face at all.

With a "pop" sound, Ding Jing put the signature pen on the table.

Frowning his brows, Ding Jing reminded: "...Boss, this is considered a personal attack."

"Really?" Mo Shangjun couldn't help but laugh. She reminded her kindly, "I advise you to write more neatly, otherwise it will affect your paper score."

Ding Jing was puzzled, "Where do you get the dough points?"

"After teaching, you will take the exam. This is common sense." Mo Shangyun looked like someone who has experienced it before, leaning back lazily and saying, "Under normal circumstances, there are small exams every day, and major exams every three to five. If you fail the exam, you will have points deducted.

.Isn’t it like this in class?”

After a pause, Ding Jing said: "I haven't taken a class, so I don't know."

Mo Shangyun looked at her in surprise and asked, "Is it true or false?"

Twitching her lips, Ding Jing gave her a meaningful look, but didn't answer.

This made Mo Shangyun feel like she was being teased, but she didn't feel angry. She always felt something was weird.

However, I didn't think about it deeply because Bu Yirong's lecture started soon.

At first, Mo Shangjun thought it was about weapons and topography, but as soon as the courseware was opened, Mo Shangjun saw a picture with plants as the background, with a few words written on it - botany.

Mo Shangjun took off his training cap and raised his hand to grab his wet hair to relieve his confusion.

This isn't about...survival in the wild, is it?

Mo Shangyun suddenly felt a little sleepy.

At this moment, Duan Zimu, who was sitting in the front left, suddenly handed over a note.

Raising an eyebrow, Mo Shangyun opened the paper, glanced at it slowly, and found that it was written in Morse code - "Want to help take notes?"
To be continued...