"Brother Liu, you're finally free now, right?"
Liu Xiao's mouth twitched. Before he could answer, the other members of the reserve team turned around and said, "
"No, all crows in the world are black! After you enter the reserve team, there is still this assessment, but the pen is bigger and heavier."
The words of the reserve team member hit the teenager hard. Captain Cao turned his head, and the reserve team member who spoke earlier shrank his neck and didn't dare to say another word.
Zhang Yi and song qingxiao took down the iron pens hanging on the cart. Song qingxiao had heard about the contents of the assessment before, so she was not surprised.
The iron pen was about one meter long and as thick as a wrist. The tip of the pen was made into the shape of a writing brush, but because it had been used for a long time, it was slightly worn out.
