Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangyun came near the classroom. . .

As soon as I reached the corridor, I heard a loud noise from the classroom.

It was still early, and it had to take ten or more minutes to start the class, but there were many people standing at the front and back doors, as if watching.

Mo Shangyun came all the way to the window, turned sideways, and looked inside.

Behind is the bulletin board that announces the results. There are the most people gathered there, and the people who are in a group are persuading the frame, and the initiator of all this-

He glanced leisurely, and the ink flashed on the ink.

Several people, but one of them is Liang Zhiqiong.

At the next moment, I heard clearly the sound coming from—

"It was still 6 yesterday, it was a drag, and today it is 93. If you were not one with Peng Instructor, how could you go ahead?"

"If you don't have the ability, you just walk through the back door. What's wrong with us?"

"Do you want to hit someone again? After the fight, instructor Peng came out to help again, want to calm down, right?"

...

frown.

Mo Shangjun glanced at it carefully. Someone was indeed beaten hard, and the bluish purple in the corner of the eye was still obvious. Looking at Liang Zhiqiong again, his anger is burning, his eyes are fierce, his hands are clenched fist tightly, and there is a possibility of an outbreak at any time.

In the surroundings, although some advised them, there are also many people, looking forward to Liang Zhiqiong's shot.

With both hands in front of the window, Mo Shangyun turned over and jumped in, standing steadily, coming out of the seat, followed closely, and walked towards the bulletin board without anyone.

Coming to the crowd, Mo Shangjun patted the shoulders of the people in front of them. After they found her, they retreated.

Among this group of students who stayed, many were taken hostage and rescued by Mo Shangyun. Although they are not grateful to Mo Shangyun, they will give Mo Yun a little face.

It went smoothly to the center of the crowd.

The opposite team became more and more fierce. The repressed Liang Zhiqiong raised his fist, didn't hold back, and stepped forward violently, forcibly smashing it towards the other party.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

Reaching out, grabbing Liang Zhiqiong's wrist out of thin air, stopped her impulsive behavior.

Being stared at that man by Liang Zhiqiong, he was originally prepared for defense, but it was a bit dazed to see Mo Shangyun appearing in the flash.

The students around him also inevitably looked at Mo Shangyun in amazement.

However, many people feel relieved.

Fortunately, it was stopped, otherwise there might be something wrong with it.

"Mo Shangyun?" Seeing Mo Shangyun, Liang Zhiqiong's eyes flashed over the doubt, but quickly dispelled the doubt, and the irritable want to get rid of the shackles of Mo Shangyun, "You let me go!"

Looking at her calmly, Mo Shangjun's strength increased a bit.

"You—" Liang Zhiqiong's two eyebrows frowned tightly.

"Look."

With a raised eyebrow, Mo Shangyun's tone was slightly cold, interrupting Liang Zhiqiong's words.

Upon hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong froze.

At the next moment, Mo Shangyun let go of her wrist, turned around, and unexpectedly made a move towards the most fierce person he had just said, clenched a fist in his right hand, and slammed into the man’s abdomen with unrelenting strength. The man yelled, and all the words in his hand were drowned.

With only one move, he stopped attacking, and Mo Shangyun turned to raise his hand. As the man stooped and leaned over, he grabbed his collar and forcibly picked him up.

Her movements looked very light, but just by looking at the folds of the man's collar and the man's uncomfortable expression, the others realized that something was wrong.

"Is there evidence?"

Pulling the person forward, Mo Shangyun looked directly at his eyes, and asked coldly.

After being beaten fiercely, a sudden question asked the man to be completely ashamed, and even the idea of ​​resistance was suppressed by the subconscious mind.

After waiting a few seconds, the members of his group seemed to recover, quickly stepped forward and surrounded Mo Shangyun with the group.

"Mo Shangyun, this matter has nothing to do with you!"

"Mo Shangyun, let him go!"

"Mo Shangyun, don't deliberately pick things up!"

...

The successive words fell down from all directions.

However, without waiting for how long they clamored, the six scouts who arrived early came out of the crowd tacitly and surrounded them without a word.

Near the door.

"Xin Ge..."

Someone shouted in Xin's ear implicitly.

Xin Shuang's eyes fell tightly on Mo Shangyun, took a deep breath, eased the tension in his heart, and then waved to recruit all the brothers from the nearby reconnaissance camp, gathered seven people at once, and suddenly moved towards the middle of the crowd. Go.

A total of 14 people stood on the side of Mo Shangjun.

The bearded man went there for a stop, with a large number of people, and the aura was a bit stronger than that of the group member. This situation immediately silenced the group member.

For a time, two groups of people surrounded and surrounded Mo Shangyun and others in a circle, cutting off the sight of onlookers.

The sound of discussion around him gradually calmed down. Everyone looked at this Mo Shun that was suddenly inserted into it in amazement. The change came too fast, and few of them clearly saw the direction of development.

Even Liang Zhiqiong was stunned, looking at Mo Shangyun in amazement.

"speak."

It took a long time for the man's hand to reply, and Mo Shangyun frowned anxiously.

"Unreasonable results, plus someone watching Liang Zhiqiong often with Peng Instructor, is this not evidence?" The man said intermittently, his voice obviously very nervous.

Somehow, Mo Shangyun's aura was too strong, and she was grabbed by her, and her inner defense line collapsed a little, and her original firm thoughts slowly shook up at a time.

"What can this mean?" Mo Shangyun asked in a cold voice with a cold voice.

"This--" The man was dumb for a moment.

Liang Zhiqiong and Peng Yuqiu knew each other clearly... Isn't it obvious?

"Then there is no evidence."

Without waiting for his excuse, Mo Shangyun loosened his collar and pushed the man onto his team member.

Looking around, he noticed that Li Liang and Xiang Yongming approached them, and Mo Yunyun stared at him, raising his voice, "Li Liang!"

"To!"

A cool and decisive voice of Li Liang rang from the crowd.

"Bring the transcript." Mo Shangjun simply issued the password.

"Yes!"

Li Liang shouted loudly.

As soon as he came out, the people around him immediately avoided automatically and let Li Liang pass smoothly.

Li Liang quickly walked to the bulletin board, ripped off the transcript, and handed it to Mo Shangjun.

Mo Shangyun raised his hand and took it, then glanced casually, and his eyes were a little more ridiculous.

"OK," Mo Shangyun ticked the corners of his lips, and his eyes blew coldly toward the people in the group around him. The cold eyes straightened the desire to retreat, but it made people retreat irrevocably. She smiled, cold. Said, "I was pressed by the 18th group, and I started to find fault."

In two sentences, they pierced their minds accurately and immediately fixed them.

It stands to reason that no matter how great a person's results are, they will not be so targeted. Unless someone with a sense of justice bursts out, he will say a few words, but his team members certainly do not want to make trouble, and should not help, but should persuade.

Now the only possibility for this group of people to deal with one person is-

There is a conflict of interest.

as predicted.

Yesterday's transcript, Mo Shangyun glanced.

Right now this is the 9th group, the average score is good, yesterday because of Liang Zhiqiong lowered the average score, so that they are in front of the 18th group. Today, Liang Zhiqiong's successful counterattack improved the average score and successfully put Group 9 behind.

"We just talk about things."

The leader of Group 9 couldn't hold his face, and he said toughly.

Mo Shangyun sneered.

I just wanted to open my mouth, but before I could speak out in the future, I heard a familiar voice from outside the crowd——

"How is it a matter of fact?"

The voice was low and the tone was indifferent, a rhetorical question, but with imperceptibility.

Everyone looked at it soundly.

Duan Zimu.

I don't know when, he came to the periphery of the crowd and stood among many students, and could not hide his superiority and temperament.

With a loud voice, all the attention was drawn to it, and then it automatically retreated.

In the eyes of many people, he looked calm and calm, Dan Feng eyes lightly hooked, and there was a romantic at the end of his eyes. It was obviously the appearance of a romantic son, which was not in line with the tastes of these soldiers, but the aura and the sense of oppression, People dare not despise his existence.

This man has a prestige.

Furthermore, in the first stage of assessment, he had his scores there.

For the real strong, they will try to avoid confrontation.

Behind Duan Zimu, there were Lin Qi, An Chen, and Yan Gui in the same group as if they wanted to support Mo Jun. On Lin Qi's right hand, Liang Zhiqiong's fellow members, Yu Yitong, also stood indifferent, but his eyes were all murderous.

The onlookers suddenly realized.

A Liang Zhiqiong is not afraid. An ink painting, they can not worry.

However, both of them have a small group behind them. These people are not idle people. They are all top-notch students.

In particular, Mo Shangjun, Lin Qi and others have rescued the hostages who were bound. Even if the rescued students were in that group, even if they would not stand up to help, they would never be ungrateful against them.

As soon as this matter becomes serious, it is conceivable who the result will be.

However, the performance of the leader of Group 9 is even more shocking.

Looking at Duan Zimu stunnedly, the group leader of 9 groups turned pale and shouted with a trembling tone: "Vice, deputy commander."