The phone turned around on my fingertips.

Then, Mo Shangyun replied with one word.

--OK.

"Go sit down."

Yan Tianxing said, turned around and went to the bedroom.

"Um?"

After putting away the phone, Mo Shangyun glanced at him.

Seeing him enter the bedroom, Mo Shangyun shrugged, then walked to the sofa and sat down beside it.

Soon, Yan Tianxing came out with an ultra-thin laptop, came to sit next to Mo Shangjun, leaned back, crossed his legs, and put the laptop on his knees.

Open.

The laptop with nothing on it was probably new, but Yan Tianxing logged into his email and downloaded a file package.

There are about a dozen documents in it.

"I'll have a rough understanding of the April training materials in the next few days." Yan Tianxing handed her the laptop.

"OK."

Mo Shangjun responded swiftly.

I glanced at the names of the documents, and most of them were meeting minutes, which was just a simple training process arrangement.

The core information probably cannot be passed around like this.

"I'll pick you up on April 1st." Yan Tianxing explained as he saw her browsing.

"Just two days in advance?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but raise his eyes.

Yan Tianxing said: "There is enough time."

Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.

Other instructors start preparations one or two months in advance, but with her, two days is enough?

After thinking for a while, Mo Shangyun asked: "Is there a meeting before the training camp?"

"Yes." Yan Tianxing nodded and said, "On the afternoon of the second."

"oh."

Mo Shangjun responded clearly.

Although the meeting time was a little rushed, it was still available. If not, she really had to doubt the formality of this training...

"It's almost ten o'clock."

Mo Shangjun glanced at the time displayed on his laptop and reminded Yan Tianxing in a meaningful way.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

After a while, Yan Tianxing stood up with a gloomy face and said, "Let me know when you get there."

"good."

Mo Shangjun responded in one breath.

The second phase of the March assessment ended and the third phase began. It was a critical moment. He had to determine tomorrow's elimination list. Yan Tianxing was indeed in a hurry to go back and did not continue to delay with Mo Shangyun.

Take the clothes and leave.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mo Shangyun sat quietly for a while, then stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

*

The next day.

Mo Shangjun got up early, packed up his belongings, checked out of the room, walked around outside, and then took a taxi to the airport.

Arrive in Beijing at noon.

Chen Lu didn't even say hello and came directly to the airport to pick her up.

A middle-aged man in his early forties, with a short hair, a burly figure, and a full beard, he should be inconspicuous when standing in the crowd, but with the toughness of a soldier, Mo Shangyun could spot him at a glance.

.

Mo Shangyun immediately walked towards him.

"Girl."

There was no waving, no joy. It wasn't until Mo Shangyun came closer that Chen Lu called her, as if he had just met her yesterday.

"Uncle Chen." Mo Shangjun called him.

He reached out to grab Mo Shangjun's backpack, but when he saw Mo Shangjun's tall figure and straight waist, he paused and took his hand back.

"Let's go."

After waving his hand, Chen Lu led the way.

Mo Shangyun followed closely behind him.

She thought Chen Lu would come to pick her up and he would at least know how to drive. After all, this military king could do anything. He could drive everything from airplanes to submarines, let alone run on the road.

Mo Shangjun learned all his driving skills from him.

Of course, Chen Lu did drive a car, but it was just a motorcycle.

Very common kind.

Put a box behind you and it will look like a takeaway.

Seeing Chen Lu getting into the car with ease, Mo Shangjun also got in with shame.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Before driving, Chen Lu turned his head and asked Mo Shangyun.

"No." Mo Shangyun answered honestly.

"What do you want to eat?" Chen Lu asked.

Mo Shangyun thought for a moment and said, "Western food."

"Go back and cook some noodles for you."

Chen Lu didn't seem to hear and gave the answer straightforwardly.

When Mo Shangjun put on his helmet, he rolled his eyes for no reason.

Subtly... that's how it comes about.

*

Chen Lu drove all the way and took Mo Shangjun to his Chen Ji Noodle House.

At the door, there is a sign with the four characters "Closed Today" written on it.

Chen Lu opened the door and quickly gave Mo Shangyun a bowl of noodles and beef noodles with a lot of beef on top and a lot of chili peppers.

Mo Shangjun ate happily.

So, Mo Shangyun's first meal back was served perfunctorily.

When he saw the empty bowl of noodles, Mo Shangyun couldn't help but think of the picky Yan Tianxing. Seeing such a scene, he didn't know if he would frown and then sarcastically say something to her.

That’s all.

Mo Shangyun shook this person out of his mind.

In the afternoon, Mo Shangyun chatted with Chen Lu about the speech, and then was contacted by the person in charge of the speech, who said that they had arranged a hotel for the two of them and would send someone to pick them up later to ask for their specific addresses.

Regarding this matter, Mo Shangyun was very cooperative, and so was Chen Lu.

As a result, Chen Kee Noodle House was closed for another three days.

In the past three days, Mo Shangjun didn't eat the beef noodles made by Chen Lu, and he was so busy spinning around like a top.

On the fourth day, before Mo Shangyun could take a breath, he was called over by his instructor who came to the capital.

The tutor came over for academic exchanges, and Mo Shangjun was responsible for taking him out for fun and doing odd jobs with him.

For two whole days, the instructor didn't ask Chen Lu a word. He just expanded a lot of contacts for her over a few meals.

Day five, evening.

Mo Shangjun carried his bag and came to Chen Kee Noodle House.

There was still a "Closed Today" sign on the door, but the door was open and the lights were brightly lit inside.

Chen Lu stood in front of the stove near the door, making noodles with his hands.

The dough seemed to be magic in his hands, but by repeating the same moves over and over again, the dough smoothly turned into noodles. The noodles were long and thin, slightly stained with flour. As the noodles were flying,
To be continued...