Liang Zhiqiong, who had gone through quagmire training, lay on the ground and looked up at the sky, feeling that his brain was empty and all impurities had been cleared away.

Before the end of the third round, she still had a few minutes to rest.

"congratulations."

At some point, Mo Shangyun, who had had enough rest, came to her side and sat down cross-legged.

Liang Zhiqiong looked at the sky dreamily and muttered: "Innocent blue."

Mo Shangjun turned his head and glanced at Liang Zhiqiong, who had turned into a clay figure, and smiled unconsciously.

She raised her eyes to the sky.

It was cloudless and quite blue.

After arriving here, we had rare good weather.

During this period, the weather is just right and the temperature is suitable, but after a while, life becomes a little difficult.

Summer seems to come earlier here.

"Mo Shangjun."

Liang Zhiqiong suddenly called Mo Shangyun in a low voice, then tilted her head with difficulty and stared at Mo Shangyun seriously.

Mo Shangyun lowered his head and looked at her.

I saw Liang Zhiqiong's firm eyes, reflecting the morning light, which was a kind of hopeful and unswerving light in the morning. She emphasized every word: "For the first time, I feel that I can really stay.

"

If Liang Zhiqiong had persisted in the past, even he would not have seen hope.

I was at a loss and couldn't see the road clearly, and I was only supported by my loneliness and courage.

But, just today...she saw hope.

She relied on her own ability to retain the points that should have been deducted.

She sees her growing strength.

She might even have seen the affirmation in Peng Yuqiu's eyes at a certain moment.

It is no longer a question of her, but a true affirmation from the heart.

"Um."

Mo Shangjun responded lightly.

A light word fell into Liang Zhiqiong's ears, but it was not perfunctory at all, but rather sincere.

Liang Zhiqiong looked at her in confusion.

At this moment, she saw Mo Shangjun and smiled suddenly. The coldness in his eyebrows faded away unconsciously, and was replaced by the warmth of the sun, like the spring breeze in March, the soothing and relaxing warmth.

It seems like it can melt people's hearts in an instant.

For the first time, Liang Zhiqiong discovered that a woman could be so attractive to her, and that Mo Shangjun would give her such a stunning moment.

At that moment, Mo Shangjun seemed to have shed all his sharp edges and corners, and his whole person melted into the warm sunshine of the morning. His clear smile gave people an indescribable sense of comfort.

Just when Liang Zhiqiong was stunned, something was stuffed into her hand.

Mo Shangjun's movement was very fast, just for a few seconds. If Liang Zhiqiong could not clearly feel the object in her hand, she would even think that Mo Shangjun's movement just now was just an illusion.

Soon, Mo Shangyun stood up from the ground.

The warmth she felt just now disappeared in an instant, and she still looked cool, with cold brows and a cool smile. When her brows were slightly raised, she always had a sense of carelessness and laziness.

It's back to what it used to be.

Putting his hand in his trouser pocket, Mo Shangyun glanced at her with a smile, then turned around and left casually.

Looking at her back, Liang Zhiqiong curled her lips, but suddenly thought of the object in her hand. She carefully sat up from the ground, took back her fist, spread her fingers slightly, lowered her head and glanced curiously, and suddenly discovered that - that was

Two painkillers.

Mo Shangjun always remembers her menstrual period.

Liang Zhiqiong felt the tip of her nose was sore, but she was so sore that she couldn't stop laughing.

I'm so drunk, I came here to deliver something, but I have to act so cool...

Uncool Death Star Man·Mo.

Yan Gui often describes Mo Shangyun as "cool" and "handsome", which really proves his understanding of Mo Shangyun.

*

During the adaptation period on the second day, the training was still not completed within the prescribed time. The morning training did not end until half past seven.

A group of people finished breakfast within ten minutes, and took care of housework within ten minutes, and then spent ten minutes to rest. Soon, they arrived at the training ground on time at "eight o'clock".

Start their training during the day.

Tiredness, sleepiness, pain...it never ends.

Some students have become numb, some gritted their teeth and persisted, and some students are on the verge of collapse.

As soon as the training started this morning, two students chose to give up one after another.

After experiencing so many separations, they are now completely numb and fully aware of the pressure and pain they must bear to persist. Most students choose not to persuade them and watch their departure in silence.

For them now, leaving is not necessarily a bad thing.

This is a training that very few people can persevere to the end.

Those students who do not want to give up for the time being can only choose to continue to persevere.

Moreover, the instructors and doctors also performed their duties conscientiously.

The instructors use all means to torture the students, while the doctors do their best to rescue the injured students.

However, today, in addition to the standard doctors, there is also another kind of doctor wearing a white coat.

Song Xiuliang is one of them.

They arrived at ten o'clock in the morning.

When we arrived, the sun was shining brightly, and a car was driving near the venue. Wearing white coats and holding data books in their hands, they were extremely conspicuous.

They are responsible for observing the psychological conditions of these students.

Under high-intensity training, unless you are really mentally strong, you will have some kind of emotional breakdown.

Various psychological problems can occur.

What they have to do is simply observe and evaluate the psychological conditions of the students based on their performance to prevent some students from taking drastic actions when their emotions are out of control.

After all, last year there was an incident where an outstanding student could not bear the pressure of training but did not want to give up, so he returned and had thoughts of committing suicide.

In order to avoid this situation from happening this year, Yan Tianxing specially asked a team of psychologists to come on stage and help them eliminate a group of trainees who were not suitable to be special forces soldiers.

They don't need to come often, just twice a week.

Three psychiatrists, plus several assistants.

When Song Xiuliang got off the car, he saw Mo Shangjun among the many students.

Mo Shangjun unexpectedly stood out.

After coming to see him on Valentine's Day last time, Mo Shangyun never took the initiative to come to him again. Of course, he had no chance to come to Mo Shangyun.

As in his memory, Mo Shangyun was in good mental condition, and nothing unusual could be seen with the naked eye.

"Xiao Song?"

When the other two doctors were discussing the allocation, they saw that Song Xiuliang remained silent, so they asked Song Xiuliang.

Song Xiuliang quickly glanced at Mo Shangyun's code name, and then quickly said: "I am responsible for the first thirty numbers."

"OK."

Both of them nodded without thinking much.

Song Xiuliang turned his head and looked at Mo Shangyun with great interest.

*

Mo Shangjun, who was concentrating on training, did not discover Song Xiuliang's existence until the training was about to end.

When he rolled down from the high wall, Mo Shangyun accidentally saw Song Xiuliang standing in the open space, staring at him thoughtfully, and he almost fell off the high wall.

Worri!

Why is he here?!

Mo Shangjun, who narrowly landed on the ground, grumbled inwardly, then cast a cold glance in Song Xiuliang's direction with a murderous look.

When Song Xiuliang saw it, he smiled warmly at Mo Shangyun. He looked gentle and elegant, like a young man, but in Mo Shangyun's eyes, this guy just looked like a good-looking person.

Although Song Xiuliang had helped him a lot, every time Mo Shangyun saw Song Xiuliang, he would think of the unpleasant past.

My mood suddenly deteriorated.
To be continued...