"Finally, the new instructor has certain doubts about the combat training."
Ya Tianxing spoke slowly and deliberately, but when he spoke, he purposefully looked at Mo Shangjun, his intonation measured, as if deliberately reminding Mo Shangjun.
For Mo Shangjun, the only thing this posture implied as it reached her ears was the enjoyment of watching a play.
After a long silence, the conversation suddenly shifted to her, but Mo Shangjun was not surprised in the least.
These new instructors had opinions on every project managed by an instructor, and they found fault with everyone. By the time it came to her, Mo Shangjun felt that the new instructor had already been more than fair.
"Oh?"
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids, looking toward the three instructors sitting opposite her.
Being questioned seemed to be expected, with no change in her expression, only a hint of detachment in her eyes and brows, which slightly faded at that moment.
