Looking from the direction of the door, he had a clear view of Mo Shangjun from the front, every move she made was distinct.
Sitting calmly with no one within three inches of her, she had her head slightly lowered, the brim of her training cap hiding her smooth, full forehead and lovely curved eyebrows, her long, narrow phoenix eyes half-closed, and her fine, dense eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows on her eyes. She was very focused, attempting to pick up peanuts with chopsticks using her right hand that was scarred from a wound.
After failing three times, she finally managed to pick it up successfully.
"It won't work,"
Mo Shangjun spoke slowly and deliberately, slightly raising her head and moving her wrist to bring the peanut to her mouth.
"Why not?" someone asked.
Although it was also a joke, the definitive answer from Mo Shangjun still disappointed them.
Did they fall short in comparison to the second squad?!
No!
They could hold their own!
