Like Mo Shangjun, as one of the instructors for the April training, Duan Zimu needs to familiarize himself with the list of trainees beforehand, occasionally seeking out Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng, thereby getting acquainted with them.
Getting a thermos and a cup of hot water is just a matter of a single sentence.
"I don't need it." Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.
"As the team leader, taking care of my group members is my duty," Duan Zimu stated righteously.
It sounded like mere platitudes, but at the moment, it was indeed hard to refuse.
A cup of water was no big deal, but what irked Mo Shangjun was... She shouldn't have sat so close to Duan Zimu.
It would have been fine if Ya Tianxing discovered it, but this person...
"Thanks."
Mo Shangjun responded perfunctorily.
Then, sitting upright with perfect posture, she held a pen in her hand and slowly started flipping through her notebook.
Duan Zimu eyed her a few times then withdrew his gaze.
Two o'clock sharp.
