"Damn! Do we really need to test the whistle?"
"Why is Mo Shangjun here? Isn't her name not on the list?"
"Maybe there was a mistake. Her soldiers are all here, so it's not strange for her to show up."
"Forget about her, she might be sent to the psychiatric hospital tomorrow for all we know. Let's focus on tidying up."
...
The corridor was filled with noisy sounds.
Most of them were curses.
Those who recognized Mo Shangjun wanted to come over to greet her, but they were silenced by the cursing and pretended not to know Mo Shangjun.
Gradually, whether they knew Mo Shangjun or not, everyone began to mutter her name under their breath.
But they just cursed a few words, made a few complaints, and once they had mumbled enough, they went back to their own dormitories.
They were too busy getting their dorm straightened up to waste time with Mo Shangjun.
