Staring at the line of text for a moment, Mo Shangjun put away her phone.
Nine o'clock.
It was about time.
She got up and returned to the dormitory.
Sure enough, Lin Qi, who had stayed for extra training, returned to the dormitory drenched in sweat.
As soon as she entered the door, she was surprised to see Mo Shangjun sitting in front of the desk.
"Come here."
Mo Shangjun tapped on the desk, looked up at Lin Qi with a faint expression in her eyes.
Lin Qi, sensing something was amiss and driven by curiosity, walked straight toward Mo Shangjun, without even closing the door.
"Notify everyone, tomorrow night at seven, someone will come to pick us up," Mo Shangjun instructed.
Lin Qi frowned, somewhat confused. She had a bit of resentment because Mo Shangjun kept avoiding Second Squad and her tone was slightly cold. "You can tell them directly about this kind of thing."
"Don't want to pass the message?"
Mo Shangjun's eyelids lifted, her expression lazy.
