Nine o'clock.
Exhausted, Lin Qi returned to the Reconnaissance Camp with Mo Shangjun, who strolled along as if she were taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.
The training volume was substantial and the physical exertion was significant, yet Mo Shangjun always seemed to be waiting for her at the finish line, usually having already rested by the time Lin Qi completed a training task.
Thus—
It was clear both individuals went for extra training, but to the eyes of those at the base, it appeared like nothing more than pure torment— one fatigued, the other leisurely.
For some unknown reason, Lin Qi found she received many sympathetic glances along the way.
The two arrived at the dormitory building.
As if performing a magic trick, Mo Shangjun pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Qi.
"Send word down, at ten o'clock in the morning, I want to see them in the meeting room on the first floor," Mo Shangjun instructed indifferently.
"Yes."
