A call to assemble drew all the present trainees' gazes back.
However, their minds were still on the contest between Mo Shangjun and Yao Jinzhao, absentminded and not at all in the right state.
Mo Shangjun walked back to where the other instructors were.
She reached out her hand toward Mu Cheng.
Yet, it was Duan Zimu standing next to Mu Cheng who passed her the name list and the megaphone.
Lifting her eyelids, Mo Shangjun glanced at Duan Zimu and met his smile, her mouth twitching slightly as she took the items and turned to face the troops.
"Hold the horse stance for half an hour."
As she reached the front of the ranks, Mo Shangjun lifted the megaphone, her voice brooking no objections.
Everyone on site was momentarily stunned, then quickly snapped back to reality from their previous thoughts.
What?
Horse stance?
"Reporting!"
A loud voice rang out from the crowd.
"Speak," Mo Shangjun's eyebrows twitched slightly.
