Before dinner, the second platoon used boiled water instead of liquor to collectively toast to her.
Even the instructor treated Mo Shangjun differently, sitting with her at the table and being very polite throughout.
The instructor had not expected that Mo Shangjun could truly lead the second platoon to first place.
Similarly, he had not expected that Mo Shangjun would calmly accept all "treatments."
He sincerely respected Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun did not like such celebratory occasions, but this time, she did not leave early, patiently accompanying them through the entire meal and even listening to them discuss the faces of the first and third platoons when they boasted with the pennant.
For the first platoon, coming first was routine.
For the second platoon, first place was an unparalleled honor.
Mo Shangjun could not empathize with their excitement, but she could understand their emotions.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
