"Ji Ruonan arranged an "undercover" in Group A to keep abreast of the students in Group A at any time. Momo, as long as you say a word, don't mention Group A, I can control all the students' small updates. Do you want to develop me?

Inside?”

At the end, Yan Gui's voice was mixed with obvious expectations.

Mo Shangyun gave him a punch in the chest without hesitation.

It's not heavy, but it's enough for Yan Gui to restrain himself a little.

Yan Gui covered his chest, bent down, and looked at Mo Shangyun with a heartache, "Mo Mo, your Group B is now a piece of loose sand. Are you sure you don't want to grasp their weakness?"

"Preparing again?" Mo Shangyun frowned.

Immediately, Yan Gui stood up straight, carrying a barbecue bag, standing straight, raised his chin and looked straight ahead, just as he stood attentively and saluted.

But his eyes kept circling around, sweeping around, without any rules.

"What's going on in Group A?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"I heard it at night," Yan Gui immediately closed his position attentively and said sneakily, "Ji Ruonan arranged a person to be an undercover agent, and the situation of the students in Group A nearby is not a joke, but it should be a deep understanding of them.

Now, you can know what you have to do as soon as possible so that she can do the countermeasures.”

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.

This is at most a means of management.

Not considered despicable.

With his eyes rolling, Yan Gui asked with a smile: "Mo Mo, do you really not think about me?"

“Not considering.”

Mo Shangyun answered without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now," Yan Gui said without surprise. "As long as you want, you can come to me at any time, and I won't dislike you."

Mo Shangyun looked up at him, raised her hand and put it on his shoulder, "I would like to advise you, I am now doing business with your brother's immediate superior, what do you say..."

After deliberately pausing, Mo Shangyun patted his chest with the back of his hand, raised his eyebrows and reminded him: "I'm a little bit sensible."

"Yes, Instructor Mo!"

Yan Gui'er trembled and immediately corrected her serious attitude.

Mo Shangyun smiled with her eyebrows raised and her eyes closed, and left with satisfaction.

Yan Gui watched her leave from the corner of her eyes.

I waited for her to leave and then I was freed from the posture of standing attentively.

Yan Gui touched his rare little heart.

Mo Mo with power is simply terrible...

*

Mo Shangyun returned to Suban Building.

Going to your own office, you need to pass by Mu Cheng’s office.

As soon as Mo Shangyun arrived at the door, he heard Mu Cheng greeting in the door-

"Instructor Mo, do you have a barbecue? Let's have a meal together?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun's footsteps paused slightly.

He glanced inside and found that Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Xiao Chuyun were all there.

"No, I've eaten it."

After scanning the skewers in their hands, Mo Shangyun answered without any guilt.

Peng Yuqiu looked at her casual clothes and asked verbally, "You were not going out with Master Yan, are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the office changed.

"you guess."

Mo Shangyun shrugged and answered without any distraction.

After saying that, he slowly walked towards the office next door.

When he walked to the office door, he looked at Yan Tianxing's office by chance and noticed that there was no light on there, Mo Shangyun took his sight back.

"What are you looking at?"

As soon as I walked further into the office, I heard a teasing inquiries.

Mo Shangyun glanced lightly at the joke Mu who was still staying in the office.

"Scenery." Mo Shangyun replied calmly.

When passing by Duan Zimu's office, he paused, "Didn't you go for a midnight snack?"

Duan Zimu held a pen in his hand and said meaningfully: "I've been blacklisted and I'm not invited."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows lightly and paused slightly. Mo Shangyun understood and said, "I'm silent for you."

It was clearly Yan Tianxing who spoke, so no one would "invite" jokes.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the possibility of jokes being intentional.

"The reason is you, don't make any expression?" As soon as the pen in his hand was put, the joke Mu Xiao looked at her.

Mo Shangyun walked to her desk, put her hands on the office chair, raised her eyebrows and looked at the joke Mu, and suddenly asked, "Am I white?"

The joke Mu was slightly stunned.

I couldn't help but take a closer look at her.

The room was lit with incandescent lamps, and under the soft light, the already fair skin was as white as porcelain.

He clearly guessed that there was something in her words, but the joke was so stupid that he nodded in agreement, "White."

"I'm sorry, I won't take the blame."

Mo Shangjun shrugged, pulled the chair away, and sat down.

"..." Yuyan for a moment, and joke Mu carefully looked at Mo Shangyun, then said, "You will only let me discover more of your advantages."

After a pause, the joke smiled with his lips and said word by word: "For example, humor."

"Thank you."

He picked up a folder on the table and Mo Shangyun responded perfunctorily.

Joke Mu laughed.

Then, he looked at Mo Shangyun who turned on the computer and asked, "Is there anything I need help?"

"Are you finished your work?" Mo Shangyun glanced at him.

"Um."

There is nothing to be busy with.

He is only responsible for shooting training and doesn't need to worry about anything else. He is the most leisurely one among all instructors.

"Oh," Mo Shangjun nodded, and then ordered without hesitation, "You can paste all the paper I printed out later."

"OK."

Didn't think much about it, and agreed directly.

However, after hearing the sound of the printer that was working, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

"How many pictures?" asked puzzled Mu suspiciously.

"About sixty or seventy." Mo Shangyun answered without raising her head.

Joke Mu: "..."

Where do you get so much paper?

Curious, Duan Zimu stood up and walked towards the printer.

The printer is finished working, a thick stack of paper.

Duan Zimu picked up the paper, looked at Mo Shangyun who was typing on the keyboard, and then browsed the paper roughly.

Each of the students in Group B has a form to evaluate them from all aspects. The horizontal lines include internal affairs, physical fitness, fighting, shooting, other points, and the vertical lines are time, which is the month.

The first day's housework and physical fitness scores, plus points, have been entered, and some students will mark them after the others.

Some are "good", some are "good", and some are just ticked, and jokes did not find the specific function of this column.

In addition, there is a list of housekeeping scores for all students.

Looking at Mo Shangyun who was focusing on his work, Joke Mu had an intuition - there were still some forms on Mo Shangyun that had not been printed.

Then, Duan Zimu curled his lips with great interest.

I have to admit that Mo Shangyun didn't care about anything, but in fact he was not less effort than Ji Ruonan.
To be continued...