"Don't."
Such a simple two-word phrase, yet it conveyed a strong sense of disdain.
Third Company, Third Platoon: "..."
Suddenly, it felt like a stab to the heart, slightly wounded.
Recalling the first thing he said when he appeared, they couldn't help but doubt themselves.
— Were they really that bad?
"Instructor Chu, your turn."
Mo Shangjun reluctantly handed over the task to Chu Feiyin.
"Yes!"
Chu Feiyin took the command.
Mo Shangjun then stepped aside, standing with Ruan Yan, watching Chu Feiyin gather the absent-minded recruits to review the day's lessons.
Having observed all day, she had almost come to accept it, but for Ruan Yan...
By the time Mo Shangjun noticed, Ruan Yan had already taken out his phone to play, showing no desire to look up even once.
"Are you meeting Feng Fan?"
When it was almost nine o'clock, Ruan Yan paused playing on his phone, suddenly asking Mo Shangjun.
Pausing, Mo Shangjun glanced at him and then nodded, "Mhm."
