Through the night vision goggles, Duan Zimu took a closer look and saw a familiar figure sitting under the tree.

Mo Shangjun sat on a stone, leaning against a tree trunk behind him. He covered himself with a few banana leaves obtained from somewhere, and hid most of his body in them. He seemed to be sleeping. After hearing Yan Gui's cry,

Then he opened the banana leaf covering his face, revealing a small face as big as a palm.

She frowned irritably.

However, after seeing Yan Gui approaching again, even though he was unhappy, he gradually relaxed his frown.

At this moment, Peng Yuqiu suddenly heard Duan Zimu next to him say three words: "You lost."

you lose.

Peng Yuqiu's heart skipped a beat, and then sank heavily.

Because he was shocked by Mo Shangjun's early appearance, Peng Yuqiu temporarily forgot about his bet with Yan Gui.

Now, Yan Gui has won and he has lost.

Through the night vision goggles, Peng Yuqiu glanced at the students collapsed in the open space.

They made a fuss for a while, some talking about Mo Shangjun, but most of them still lay there feebly.

Among them, Liang Zhiqiong is included.

She did not lie down, but sat slightly away from the crowd. Her injured leg was slightly bent, and her palms grasped the area above her ankles. She lowered her head and rested her chin on her knees, with two beautiful brows.

Wrinkled tightly, as if enduring some torture.

Peng Yuqiu's heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom.

He remembered...Liang Zhiqiong was the most afraid of pain.

Because of a small injury, he would make a big fuss, and a small scar on his finger could hold him talking for a long time.

He didn't care about Liang Zhiqiong's injury before, and that was the same.

In his impression, Liang Zhiqiong still seemed to be the child who was always angry and yelled about something that the whole world wanted to know...

I have never seen such a forbearing expression on her face.
Chapter completed!