Perhaps persuaded by Mo Shangjun, the instructor really didn't talk to her again about the new recruits' issue.
The second company, goaded by Mo Shangjun, also began to strive harder. Everyday they were still competing with Mo Shangjun, but there wasn't any serious conflict.
Thus, Mo Shangjun had a few days of tranquility.
But—
As soon as Saturday arrived, Mo Shangjun's peace was shattered.
"New Year's Day is coming up, and our company is participating in the camp's New Year's Eve party. We'll report several performances, and you'll be responsible for supervising and rehearsing them. How's that?"
When Lang Yan entrusted her with this task, Mo Shangjun was having breakfast in the canteen.
Two buns, an egg, a bowl of porridge.
She had just picked up the second bun when Lang Yan sat down in front of her with a face full of sincerity.
"Not so good."
Mo Shangjun bit into her bun, responding without enthusiasm.
