Just after five o'clock, the trucks from the second platoon had returned.
She gradually slowed her running pace to a stop.
The truck stopped about ten meters from her, and as soon as the back door opened, warriors from the second platoon swarmed out, hustling and bustling toward her.
In that instant, Mo Shangjun thought she saw Lang Yan standing on the truck with a look of profound distress on his face.
Mo Shangjun looked at him with sympathy.
"Deputy Platoon Leader Mo, we got first place!"
"Deputy Platoon Leader Mo, look, here are the pennant and certificate we won!"
"Deputy Platoon Leader Mo, didn't we make you proud? You should have seen how awful the first and third platoons looked..."
Blah blah blah.
Mo Shangjun's ears were buzzing.
"Not bad."
Once the voices had quieted down a bit, she doled out praise that seemed almost perfunctory.
"..."
A collective silence.
"Just... not bad?" someone questioned in disbelief.