Stunned, he looked ahead.
Yiren, in her camouflage suit, was being carried on the shoulder of an unknown man. Her ponytail hung down, swinging as she struggled desperately.
"....." Fu Mingjun's mouth twitched. Didn't he realize that he could ask for his assistance as a professor? He wouldn't call him in the past.
Fu Mingjun stopped in front of Yue Feng, blocking his way, and after glancing at the badge on his chest, he realized he was the new instructor.
He asked indifferently, "What are you planning to do, Instructor?"
"The military trainees are disobedient. Does a history teacher need to step in?"
"While unnecessary, as an instructor, to be hugging and holding a female student..."
Before Fu Mingjun could finish, Yue Feng subconsciously loosened his grip on Yiren's ankle, holding it up high instead.
Suddenly, Yiren felt herself falling and braced for a potential tumble.
