Liang Zhiqiong, who originally wanted to leave after dealing with it, heard the unhurried "I refuse", and his anger suddenly burst out uncontrollably.

Turning around, he glanced at Mo Shangyun with fierce and violent eyes.

When he saw it, he was stunned.

Mo Shangjun stood in the sun, with the wind blowing by. The broken hair under the brim of the hat was gently fluttering. The shadow from the brim of the hat covered her brows. The corners of her eyes and brows were slightly raised. Her expression was indifferent and leisurely, and her temperament was cold and indifferent. She could not see

No matter how hostile, angry or resistant, there is only one who is calm and calm.

It felt like he didn't care about her at all.

Realizing this, Liang Zhiqiong's chest became even more angry.

His fists were clenched suddenly, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

"Liang Zhiqiong!"

A stern shout strangled Liang Zhiqiong's violent methods in the cradle.

Lin Qi's brows moved slightly, a little disappointed.

Hearing the familiar voice, Liang Zhiqiong was unwilling to give in, but still reluctantly shouted: "We're here!"

Peng Yuqiu slowly approached, looked around at the people standing outside, and then fixed his gaze on Liang Zhiqiong.

"Come here and stand." Peng Yuqiu ordered.

"Why?" Liang Zhiqiong frowned tightly, incomprehensible.

"The internal affairs are not up to par." Peng Yuqiu explained seriously.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong opened her mouth to curse, but when she saw Peng Yuqiu's gloomy face, she bit her lip and suppressed her anger.

If you're punished, you're punished. What's the big deal!

After gouging out Mo Shangjun, Liang Zhiqiong walked around Mo Shangjun and walked to Peng Yuqiu.

Peng Yuqiu ignored her emotions, looked at his watch, and then pointed at Liang Zhiqiong's feet.

He said: "It's 1:30 now. Stand in the military posture for an hour. If you can't stand in the military posture, you will be punished."

"yes!"

Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth and shouted angrily.

The look that stared across him looked like a raging little leopard.

At this time, Mo Shangjun, who was about to enter the tent, accidentally glanced at her, then threw the lunch box towards Lin Qi, motioning for her to help him get it, then clapped his hands and walked slowly to Liang Zhiqiong's side.

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Peng Yuqiu, who wanted to leave, noticed Mo Shangyun approaching, thought about it, and stopped to see what she was going to do.

Lin Qi simply stood there and watched Mo Shangjun's next actions with great interest.

As if taking a walk, Mo Shangjun circled around Liang Zhiqiong twice.

"What are you looking at?!"

Liang Zhiqiong couldn't bear it anymore and asked Mo Shangyun angrily.

Mo Shangyun paused, raised his head, and looked at her with a smile.

Instantly, Liang Zhiqiong had an ominous premonition.

Ignoring Liang Zhiqiong, Mo Shangyun turned his head and said to Peng Yuqiu: "Her movements are not standard."

Peng Yuqiu suddenly understood.

He took a step back and stared at Liang Zhiqiong for a moment.

Indeed... not very standard.

However, as far as Liang Zhiqiong can handle basic movements, he can do it to this extent.

However, since it was Mo Shangjun who said Liang Zhiqiong's actions were not standard, Peng Yuqiu decided to give this difficult task to her.

"You come."

Peng Yuqiu made a "please" gesture.

Liang Zhiqiong puffed up her cheeks angrily and stared at Peng Yuqiu with wide eyes.

Peng Yuqiu pretended not to see it.

It's time to learn a lesson.

"Okay."

Mo Shangyun readily agreed, a smile spread in his eyes, and he glanced at Liang Zhiqiong.

Liang Zhiqiong felt even more ominous.

Instead of "looking for trouble" immediately, Mo Shangjun turned around and left, wandered around, broke off a section of willow branch, and then walked back.

"What does she want to do?"

Yu Yitong was unsure of Mo Shangyun's intentions.

"Teach people to stand in a military posture." Lin Qi told the truth.

Yu Yitong: "..." She saw it.

"She has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and her internal affairs, military posture, and technical movements are all the most standard in the company," Lin Qi said slowly, "Once, we were even punished by her to stand, and a large number of them were not to her liking.

I spent an afternoon correcting the military posture of everyone in the company. From then on, no one was out of standard."

"..."

Yu Yitong suddenly understood something.

the other side.

Seeing Mo Shangjun approaching, Liang Zhiqiong's expression was full of vigilance, "What are you doing?"

"Teach you to stand in a military posture."

Mo Shangjun grabbed the willow branch with both hands and broke off the leaves one by one.

"I know how to do it, I don't need you to teach me!" Liang Zhiqiong said angrily.

As he spoke, he stood up straight and tried to make his movements as standard as possible.

Mo Shangjun sneered.

Then, he walked to Liang Zhiqiong.

Lifting Liang Zhiqiong's military boots, Mo Shangjun said simply and clearly, "Sixty degrees."

Both feet were forcibly kicked to "sixty degrees". Liang Zhiqiong was furious and opened his mouth, "You..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Shangyun's willow branch hit her on the leg, "Stand your legs straight."

"I'll wipe it!"

After Liang Zhiqiong finished cursing, before she could react, Mo Shangjun grabbed her right wrist and released it with a little force.

Soon, Mo Shangjun's willow branch hit the back of her hand, "Hand, thumb touches the second joint of the index finger."

Liang Zhiqiong was furious.

However, it's not over yet.

"Put your chest up." He was slapped on the chest.

"Tighten the abdomen." The lower abdomen was hit by a willow branch.

"Look up." His chin was forced upwards by his fingers.

"Look ahead, shoulders back."

After releasing her chin, Mo Shangyun hit her shoulder with the willow branch in his hand.

Finally, when Mo Shangjun retracted his hand, Liang Zhiqiong's whole body was filled with pain.

Peng Yuqiu watched this scene silently.

Suddenly, I could understand why Mu Cheng was so active in recommending Mo Shangyun to be the assessment instructor.

"Depend on--"

Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth and cursed, raised her hand and closed her fist, intending to have a fight with Mo Shangyun.

Suddenly, as soon as she raised her hand, the wicker hit the back of her hand.

As soon as I moved my leg forward, I felt a pain in my thigh and was forced back.

Liang Zhiqiong was unwilling to give in and tried several times.

However, he was attacked by Mo Shangjun's wicker again and again.

In the end, Liang Zhiqiong was in so much pain that her anger was gone. She tried not to shed tears, stood upright and stared at Mo Shangjun with stern eyes, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.
To be continued...