Mo Shangjun silently acquiesced, causing Liang Zhiqiong to feel defeated and honestly join An Chen in "reviewing".
There were too many proper nouns, especially those relating to the plants commonly used in the forest; she needed to remember each one clearly. Initially, the terminology would muddle her mind, but under An Chen's detailed explanations, she actually started to develop a solid memory of them.
One-thirty.
Gradually, more trainees started filling the classroom.
Mo Shangjun, who had been closing her eyes as if dozing, slowly opened them and tapped her fingers on the table, nonchalantly reminding the two of them.
Liang Zhiqiong nervously looked at An Chen.
"It's possible," An Chen nodded at Liang Zhiqiong, then withdrew his gaze.
He sat back down in his own seat, looked at Mo Shangjun with an inscrutable expression, "Need the notebook?"
"No need."
