Peng Yuqiu took the notebook from Mucheng's hand.

I stared at that sentence for a few times.

His eyes darkened, and Peng Yuqiu thought: "Don't stop it, don't let it flow, it's not good...it's not like you have any objections to our training, right?"

"How about taking a look?"

When speaking, Mucheng had an upright expression.

Peng Yuqiu paused, and the two of them exchanged glances secretly.

Then, the two of them looked at the notebook with serious faces, and Peng Yuqiu opened the notebook.

First page, first line——

"Housekeeping Standards (Revision Plan)"

Below, neat and beautiful fonts fill the entire page.

The two looked at each other in shock.

After a while, Peng Yuqiu continued to look through the notebook.

The two stared intently.

"This, isn't it from Mo Shangjun?" Mu Cheng asked in shock after reading several pages in a row.

Several pages in a row are filled with housekeeping regulations. It can be seen that they were written temporarily based on their tents. What items should be placed in what position, what uniform characteristics are required, and what kind of bedding must be considered qualified, all have detailed regulations.

There are even scoring standards.

Relatively speaking, Peng Yuqiu's slightly adapted version based on the regular internal affairs regulations was simply unsightly.

"It should be her."

Peng Yuqiu felt deeply ashamed.

Thinking of Mo Shangjun teaching Liang Zhiqiong to "stand in a military posture" at noon, she could blurt out any standard at that time. Now when she looks at the various regulations in this notebook, they are exactly the same.

It's definitely her.

"There seems to be more later." Mu Cheng winked at him.

The page I turned to had a few blank lines at the bottom, as if all the regulations had been written.

However, there seems to be something else written behind it.

Peng Yuqiu became curious and opened it directly.

As soon as they turned it over, their eyes seemed to be glued to the notebook, and they were stunned as soon as they looked at it.

That page is more exciting.

There is a person drawn on the upper left, wearing a round battle hat and camouflage training uniform. It is more like a real-life version. His facial features and temperament can be seen as Yan Tianxing.

Further down, three lines of words——

『1. Assessment projects are a waste of time.

, cope with the situation, the attitude is not correct.

,...(under consideration)』

"Pfft, how dare you criticize me, Mr. Yan." Mu Cheng sympathized on the surface, but in reality he was gloating, "But, the higher-ups obviously have to assess these things, and we are only responsible for supervising and helping. Mr. Yan will take the blame..."

"Master Yan is the chief instructor. She doesn't want Master Yan to take the blame, but she wants you and me to take the blame?" Peng Yuqiu asked with a smile.

Mucheng reminded: "There seems to be more behind..."

Peng Yuqiu turns another page.

Immediately afterwards, the smiles on both of their faces gradually stiffened.

"Damn." Mu Cheng couldn't hold back and cursed, "Do we have so many problems?"

"Can I tear it apart?" Peng Yuqiu gritted his teeth.

"Ah."

Mu Cheng sneered, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Tsk," Peng Yuqiu tapped his fingers on the notebook, "Look, she also criticized Comrade Ji Ruonan, focusing on a certain object and not treating everyone equally..."

quite a while.

Mu Cheng calmed down, but couldn't help but accuse, "Speaking of which, why is it that Master Yan is a portrait of a real person and we are all Q-versions? Isn't this too much to deal with?"

Peng Yuqiu was so angry that he wanted to hit him on the head with his notebook.

"Why, do you want to go find her in person and ask her to draw a real portrait for us?" Peng Yuqiu said angrily.

"I think," Mu Cheng pondered for a moment, "even if we don't ask her, she will find out that we touched her notebook."

Peng Yuqiu looked confused.

Mu Cheng paused for a moment, then analyzed, "Just now, when I opened the cover, a hair fell out. At first I thought it fell in accidentally, but now..."

Peng Yuqiu: "..."

Okay.

The real situation is that people have superb anti-reconnaissance skills and can mark a hair to determine whether someone has moved.

Peng Yuqiu simply couldn't resist the urge to hit him on the head with her notebook.

"They're also special forces," Peng Yuqiu pointed at him angrily, shaking his head helplessly, "You only think of such an obvious method now?!"

"Who would have thought that she would come here?" Mucheng expressed his innocence.

You only guard against others on the battlefield or training ground. How could you expect that they would also dig holes for others in life?

Peng Yuqiu was severely criticized and felt particularly unhappy. He wanted to have a good fight with Mu Cheng.

However--

Someone opened the door curtain and walked in.

"What are you talking about?"

Ji Ruonan asked curiously.

In an instant, the expressions of Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu returned to normal.

"chat."

"Have a heart-to-heart talk."

The two of them answered in tandem.

At the same time, Peng Yuqiu quietly closed the notebook and placed it on his desk.

The behavior was so casual and businesslike that Ji Ruonan glanced at her a few times but didn't ask anything about it.

*

At seven o'clock sharp, Mo Shangjun returned to the meeting tent.

The two people guarding the door already knew her and let her in without even asking.

Come in.

Night falls outside and the lights are brightly lit inside.

Two lights were on above the tent, and the long conference table was no longer empty, but four people were seated there.

Yan Tianxing is sitting in the middle, and the other three people are sitting on both sides. On the left are Peng Yuqiu and Mucheng. The first seat on the right is Ji Ruonan. To Ji Ruonan's right is her notebook and signature pen.

As soon as she came in, the four people's eyes were focused on her.

"Report."

Mo Shangjun shouted in a mocking tone.

Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mucheng didn't say anything, they just looked at her carefully.

Yan Tianxing stared at her twice, and then said calmly: "Sit down."

"yes!"

He responded decisively and simply.

Then, Mo Shangyun walked to the seat next to Ji Ruonan and sat down slowly.

"Meeting."

Yan Tianxing spoke up.

Mu Cheng coughed lightly and began to describe the meeting.

The theme of the meeting is "Housekeeping".

The general content of the meeting, appropriate modifications to the internal regulations, and everyone actively put forward targeted opinions.

During the brief introduction, Mu Cheng kept glancing towards Mo Shangjun intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was very concerned about it.
To be continued...