She was tall.
One meter seventy in height.
The instructor was about one meter seventy-five.
Thus, the sudden rise of her figure gave a strong sense of oppression.
The instructor's eyelids twitched instantly.
"You ask,"
Collecting herself, the instructor spoke calmly.
"Those who don't submit to authority," Mo Shangjun's lips suddenly curved into a subtle arc, a cryptic smile gleaming in her eyes as she asked, deliberately pausing between each word, "can we beat them?"
"..."
The instructor was taken aback in an instant.
Mo Shangjun grabbed her left wrist, the wrist moving lightly, her lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of arrogance flashing between her brows, somewhat carefree and nonchalant.
This state did not last long.
By the time the instructor took a careful look, Mo Shangjun stood straight, her expression indifferent, her features cold and clear, as if what had just been seen was merely an illusion.
"Don't be too harsh,"
As if possessed, the instructor nodded his head.
However, as soon as he realized what he had said, he almost bit his tongue.
Damn, it shouldn't be taught like that!
Using force was unavoidable, but consenting to a newcomer doing such, was indeed too neglectful of the rules.
The instructor hoped her strength wasn't too great, he thought to himself.
"Understood,"
Mo Shangjun nodded without betraying any emotion.
What to do and to what extent, she had her own judgment.
Taking a closer look at her, the instructor sighed softly, then stood up, "I'll take you to the dormitory first, then we'll go to eat. It's a bit late today, I'll show you around tomorrow."
"Okay,"
Lifting an eyebrow, Mo Shangjun had no objections.
Nodding, the instructor left the desk and then, seeming to recall something, turned to Mo Shangjun and asked, "Where's your luggage?"
"It will arrive tomorrow,"
Mo Shangjun replied succinctly.
It was too much hassle to carry on the road, so she had shipped it directly.
"Oh," the instructor didn't probe further, thinking for a moment before saying, "Then let's go eat first."
"Sure," Mo Shangjun readily agreed.
*
The mess hall started serving dinner at six o'clock, and now, just past six, the place was already boisterous.
The mess hall operated a self-service system, where you had to get your own food, no matter how much or what you chose to eat, with the only requirement being to finish whatever you took.
Otherwise, you would be punished.
As a leader, one couldn't be exempt, and had to honestly pick up a tray to get food.
However, their mere act of getting food attracted quite a lot of attention from within the mess hall.
The newly arrived female officer was very pretty, delicate and exquisite features, tender skin that looked like it could ooze water when pinched.
Handsome looks, good temperament, and young to boot.
The most intimidating part was her military rank, which could scare people to death!
Tsk.
Three bars and a star, wow!
In this all-male troop, Mo Shangjun's presence was naturally attention-grabbing.
At this moment, several squad leaders huddled together, whispering and conspiring, eventually pushing a scapegoat forward, compelling him to ask the female officer about her identity.
But—
As soon as the unfortunate guy was pushed out of his seat, he saw a figure passing by him, heading straight towards Mo Shangjun.
Soon, the attention shifted towards her became even more intense.
The one approaching Mo Shangjun was also a female officer.
She was dressed in a training uniform, her shapely figure outlined by the military garb that added a different flavor.
Her features were enchantingly delicate, visually striking, and endowed with good looks. Yet, her strong presence and distant aura were enough to make people step back.
Mo Shangjun glanced at her shoulder insignia.
Two bars and a star.
She guessed this was likely the only female platoon leader in the unit.
"Mo Shangjun,"
Standing to one side, looking down at Mo Shangjun, the female platoon leader called out to her coldly.
Not responding immediately, Mo Shangjun broke her chopsticks apart before looking up again, "You are?"
"Your schoolmate, Lin Qi,"
The female platoon leader's face was expressionless.
"Oh," Mo Shangjun sized her up, "Is there something?"
"Just getting acquainted,"
Lin Qi said, pausing between each word.
Compared to Mo Shangjun, she was condescending and imposing, with a subtle hostility emanating from her.
"Nice to meet you,"
Mo Shangjun extended her hand in a friendly gesture.
Her hand was beautiful, each finger slender and long, skin fair and delicate, appearing untouched by harsh training.
Hardly the hands of a soldier.
Yet, no one noticed the calluses that had formed on the palm of the hand at her side.
"Nice to meet you," Lin Qi's expression tightened as she extended her hand.
Their hands met.
Upon contact, she felt the calluses in the palm.
Just as Lin Qi was about to apply force, she frowned, and the next moment, her complexion turned slightly pale from surprise.
The ferocity of the other's grip was like a vise clamping down on her hand, causing her bones to ache terribly.
As she endured the pain and looked towards Mo Shangjun, the latter's fair and pretty face still wore a friendly and gentle expression, as if nothing was amiss.