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The downpour was torrential, and the thunder roared.
Mo Shangjun stood in the rain, watching Ji Ruonan lead his Team A as they started running towards the drill ground. At the same time, Team B's members, lined up in a long queue, passed by. The two queues met on the dark drill ground and gradually converged into one.
In the end, everyone's pace was uniform, no distinction between them.
The night was dark, the streetlights dim, and lightning flashed with thunder. It would have been a desolate and tragic night, but these two merging teams added a sense of lofty aspirations in the intangible night.
Silently watching, Mo Shangjun's lips curved into a slight smile.
The rain was too heavy, with droplets beating against the brim of the cap, pitter-pattering, drowning out the "one, two, one" shouts on the drill ground.
A moment later, Mo Shangjun lazily withdrew her gaze, sweeping her eyes inadvertently towards Zhong Tianhao's direction.
