6:10 p.m.
Dormitory Office Building, second floor.
Just as Mo Shangjun stepped onto the corridor, she heard the sound of an engine from the sports field. She paused slightly, stood in place, and looked toward the distant sports field.
Sheng Xia, with her bag on her back, stood on the sports field, appearing no larger than a thumb. A jeep drove toward her and quickly stopped. Sheng Xia opened the door and got in.
In the blink of an eye, the jeep had driven off, soon disappearing from sight.
Mo Shangjun indifferently retracted her gaze.
Whether Sheng Xia would continue to cause trouble or not, it had nothing to do with her anymore.
In any case, even if the sky fell, she would not have to bear it.
Mo Shangjun entered the office.
Duan Zimu glanced at her, stood still for a moment, and also quickly entered the office.
Statistical combat demerits and organizing each student's combat performance were things no one else could help with; it all depended solely on Mo Shangjun.
