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[You're in charge of selecting thirty people,] Mo Shangjun scanned the message and replied.
——What's the standard?
——Excellence.
——Got it.
As an instructor, Mo Shangjun had to be somewhat prepared.
Mo Shangjun put down her phone.
She grabbed her keyboard, shut down her computer, and heard a WeChat notification again.
——End of the month.
——Can do.
A brief reply.
This time, Ya Tianxing didn't say anything else.
Mo Shangjun waited a moment, then logged off.
At that point, she noticed a friend request in her contacts.
In school, only at the start of each year would people try to add her by all means; after graduation, people she interacted with all used phones to stay in touch, so even fewer added her.
She clicked to see who it was.
[Hello, I'm Ji Ruonan.]
Seven words.
Mo Shangjun glanced at the profile picture.
A bright Five-star Red Flag.
Lazily, she looked away and ignored it.
