It rained all night and finally stopped, but the mountain road was full of mud. Lin Qi's cross-country running speed was greatly reduced. When she came to her senses, Mo Shangjun had disappeared, leaving only a series of footprints on the ground.

Lin Qi wiped his face angrily. His hands were stained with mud at some point, leaving a little mud on half of his face.

She stopped, stood still, looked forward with a cold expression, and clenched her right hand tightly into a fist.

Less than twenty minutes!

She lost track of him!

Lin Qi let out a deep breath, only to feel that her chest was suffocating and stuffy, and a sense of frustration spread deep in her heart.

Mo Shangyun, how capable are you?

*

During his morning training, Mo Shangjun did not supervise the second company's training, so he did not return to the base until nine in the morning.

Lang Yan was waiting for her in the office.

When she came in carrying two steamed buns, Lang Yan's expression was a little solemn. As soon as he saw her, his expression became even more solemn.

It was rare to feel low pressure in the office. Mo Shangjun took a bite of the cold steamed buns and looked at Lang Yan lazily, "The results are out?"

Lang Yan stared at her.

His expression was as usual, his brows and eyes were smiling, and he was very happy.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Lang Yan said rather depressed.

"Not bad." Mo Shangyun nodded.

Lang Yan was almost angry with her. The results of the treatment haven't come out yet. You can still be in a good mood. How generous is your heart?

"The results are out," Lang Yan took a deep breath to calm down, and then looked at her carefully, "You can't participate in the training of the second company before the assessment at the end of the month. In addition, as compensation, you will have three days off starting from tomorrow.

"

"Compensation?" Mo Shangjun asked with a half-smile.

"Ahem, that's what it said above." Lang Yan said a little embarrassed.

Of course, they know what they actually mean when they say that.

After Mo Shangyun came to the Second Company, he took over the training of the Second Company. He was able to change the atmosphere of the Second Company to what it is now in a short period of time. It is impossible to say that he did not bother.

There is merit and hard work.

Let her not interfere with the training of the second company before the end of the month. In other words, even if the second company wins the first place in the assessment at the end of the month, the credit will not be hers.

In addition, she will be elsewhere for the next few months, so it will be difficult for her to intervene in the next quarter's assessment...

If she wanted to make some achievements on her own, she would have wasted seven months in the second company.

In other words, although she can participate in the March assessment and become an April training instructor, her subordinate company will gain nothing in the second company for most of the year. She will gain and lose, which is enough to suppress some unfair remarks.

The battalion commander specially gave her three days' leave to leave the company to prevent her from being unhappy and causing trouble.

After all, no one can do her ideological work.

"I see."

Mo Shangyun nodded calmly without much reaction.

"Deputy Company Mo, you..." Lang Yan stopped talking.

He felt it was unfair.

He thought that Mo Shangyun might be able to use her background to get back the honor that was rightfully hers.

But, no.

If she had really used the background, she might have been criticized even more.

Many times, the people above will focus on the overall situation and make some people feel aggrieved in order to reassure most people.

"I accept."

Mo Shangyun said calmly and walked towards his desk.

Lang Yan was surprised, "Just accept it?"

"Otherwise?" Mo Shangyun sat on the chair and raised his eyebrows at Lang Yan across from him, "Trash the battalion commander's office?"

Lang Yan touched his nose and said meaningfully: "Actually, everyone in the second company wants to smash them, so just one word will do..."

"..."

Mo Shangjun couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

Lang Yan sighed, "The instructor still wants me to do your ideological work."

"That's good, it saves time." Mo Shangyun comforted.

Lang Yan: "..."

He actually felt a little lost.

After a pause, he asked unwillingly: "Did you expect this?"

"Um."

"..."

"How is Gu Rong's situation?" Mo Shangjun asked.

"It's pretty good," Lang Yan nodded, "It's just that he's a little depressed, but he knows it's his own problem and doesn't want to blame anyone. He will bear the consequences of his own mistakes."

Mo Shangjun nodded.

She knew what "results" in Lang Yan's words meant.

Judging from Gu Rong's injury, he will be unable to participate in training for at least two months. He is destined to be disabled and unable to love in the March assessment. He can only participate in half of the training sessions from April to July, and the military region will not do it for

He is an exception, he has no chance to participate in this half.

However, whether it is an assessment in March or a training camp in April, there is only one ultimate goal - the Sealand Military Region will form a new special forces unit at the end of the year.

Mo Shangyun can do something about this, but the specific results are not clear, so it is not convenient to tell Lang Yan and others.

"It's holiday tomorrow, do you want to go home?" Lang Yan asked.

"we'll talk about it then."

Mo Shangjun answered perfunctorily.

"Well," Lang Yan nodded, then glanced at her desk, and said, "Did you come here last night? Captain Yan called you last night, and I answered it."

"What did you say?" Mo Shangyun paused slightly.

Lang Yan paid attention to her expression and explained: "He asked you if something happened, but I didn't tell you."

"oh."

Mo Shangyun nodded clearly and turned on the computer.

Then I scanned the corner of the table and found that there was indeed a mobile phone and a note left by Lang Yan.

She pulled out the note, glanced at it, threw it into the trash can, and then picked up her phone.

As soon as the screen lit up, two missed calls appeared, one from Yan Tianxing and one from Mo Shangshuang.

Looking at these two names, I felt a little annoyed for no reason, so I ignored them all, and then logged into WeChat with a steamed bun in my mouth.

I wanted to find someone to ask about the situation, but unexpectedly, I saw the friend application again.

I clicked in and saw that it was still "Ji Ruonan".

Tireless, applying once a day on average, very perseverant.

Mo Shangyun, who wanted to continue ignoring it, thought about it and clicked [Accept].

Soon, a new message popped up——

Ji Ruonan: Hello.

Mo Shangjun glanced at it and ignored it.

At this moment, a new friend request popped up.

She bit the bun and clicked in again. This time, her calm eyes showed a little more interest.

Name: Ye Qianxiao.

Remarks: None.

Avatar: Blank.

Source: Address Book.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows slightly and clicked [Accept].

"cough."

The sound of Lang Yan coughing deliberately came from the opposite side.
To be continued...