Stepping out of the command headquarters, Lin Su followed Xing Yun to the large square where everyone was assembling.
The assembly on the square wasn't fully concluded yet, as combat teams were still arriving, so his appearance didn't draw much attention.
Arriving at the campsite of Combat Team 19, Lin Su was quickly surrounded by his teammates.
"Hey, Lin Su, what did the instructor want with you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't suppress his curiosity.
Lin Su's expression turned slightly awkward.
He certainly couldn't tell them that the Commander-in-Chief wanted to have a chat with him, could he?
"Nothing much, just discussing a few martial arts matters with me," Lin Su cleared his throat, brushing it off with an excuse.
The scar on Xing Yun's face twitched slightly, standing not far from Lin Su, but he said nothing.
Seeing the instructor react this way, everyone believed him and didn't probe any further.
