Feeling resentful, Lin Qi wanted to fight back, but just then, Mo Shangjun suddenly let go of her hand.
Instantly, Lin Qi's pupils shrank fiercely, incredulously looking at Mo Shangjun.
Shit!
Despicable! Shameless!
Take advantage and run, she really had the gall to pull off such spineless behavior!
"Squad Leader Lin."
The instructor looked at Lin Qi sternly, his deep voice laced with a warning.
Even with her feelings of resentment, Lin Qi, under the instructor's hint, could only coldly leave.
"Come, let me introduce someone."
The instructor stood up and called out to the people in the cafeteria.
These damned kids, if they didn't figure out Mo Shangjun's identity, they probably couldn't enjoy their meal.
Once he spoke up, everyone knew who he was about to introduce. As a result, a barrage of gazes came shooting over, more ferocious than a machine gun.
Mo Shangjun silently picked up her chopsticks.
"This officer is named Mo Shangjun, your new deputy company commander," said the instructor, pausing deliberately until he saw the many astonished faces, then he continued, "In the days to come, I hope you all cooperate well with the deputy company commander's work."
The words ended.
The vast cafeteria immediately fell silent.
There was even a sense of solemnity.
They were pleased to have a woman join their ranks, but this did not mean they were willing to let such a "vase" lead them directly.
The instructor paused briefly, then gave a suggestive look to a squad leader sitting in the front.
The squad leader caught on quick, and started clapping "clap clap clap."
After all, they had to save face.
Following that, sporadic applause, completely lacking in rhythm, rang out in the cafeteria.
"Hello."
Stopping her eating, Mo Shangjun turned her head to look at them and greeted them with a perfunctory attitude.
No intention of introducing herself.
No pleasantries either.
It seemed like the plate of food in front of her was more important than all the people present.
The clapping quickly ceased.
"Alright, we can get to know each other better tomorrow. For now, let's eat."
To avoid awkwardness, the instructor tactfully spoke out.
Then, each of the male soldiers immediately picked up their chopsticks, ready to eat.
The instructor sat back down but cast a meaningful glance at Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun pretended not to see.
Continued eating.
The cafeteria gradually became lively again.
However, the topics were remarkably consistent.
Female officer, vase, military school graduate, no experience, no ability...
Words filled with sarcastic undertones successively reached her ears.
Mo Shangjun's expression grew even colder.
Before long, Mo Shangjun put down her chopsticks.
The instructor also timely stopped.
"Let's go," said the instructor, standing up.
Without a word, Mo Shangjun got up and followed behind the instructor, ready to leave.
But—
Certain fragmented comments became increasingly clear.
Under the brim of her hat, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, an impatient flash passed through her eyes.
"Her as a deputy commander? Which little missy is she, unable to shoulder a load or pick up a tool, probably can't even run five kilometers, tsk, it's a good thing she's not a squad leader, not having to train us directly, otherwise our days would really..."
Near the entrance, at a table, a young soldier who hadn't noticed Mo Shangjun's approach was rambling on.
Mo Shangjun stopped, her eyes slightly lifted, a hint of coldness flashing by.
Tsk, can't pretend anymore!
The instructor heard bits and pieces and was just about to issue a warning when he saw a figure flashing by.
A fierce and dangerous aura!
The next moment—
"Bang—"
"Ahh—"
The sound of a fist hitting flesh, followed by a miserable scream, echoed astonishingly in the lively cafeteria.
The instructor was momentarily stunned and then looked attentively.
He saw Mo Shangjun with one foot on a stool, and between her military shoe and the stool, there was a hand being pressed against the back of the hand of a soldier whose face turned a shade of bright red, his teeth bared, eyes brimming with tears from the sudden onslaught of pain.
As the main culprit, Mo Shangjun leaned over slightly, lifted her elbow, and a chopstick materialized in her palm.
The tip of the chopstick was pointed at the soldier's neck.
"Who's the girl?"
Her lips curved up, Mo Shangjun spoke evenly, her demeanor wild, her eyes full of irritation.
That attitude—
She was the very picture of a ruffian!