Duan Zimu, who had been sitting at his desk earlier, had already stood up and taken a couple of steps towards Mo Shangjun's desk.
He put his hands in his pockets, slightly lowered his head, and swept his gaze over the flag in Mo Shangjun's hands before looking at her with a smile brimming with amusement.
"Should I make a token effort to praise your creativity?" Duan Zimu asked teasingly, his smile deepening.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Mo Shangjun said as she stood up and calmly returned her gaze, "no need."
Duan Zimu's gaze once again fell on the flag in Mo Shangjun's hands.
It was truly... indescribable.
The flag must have been bought from outside, a very ordinary triangle flag, but it was pasted with four big characters—
[Go Team A.]
Yes, it was for Ji Ruonan's Team A, not Mo Shangjun's Team B.
This was prepared for Team A.
In other words, Mo Shangjun had assumed from the start that Team A would lose and thus had prepared in advance.
