"Beep—"
Mo Shangjun, with a chill running down her spine, timely blew her whistle to interrupt their upcoming "heartfelt" words.
The cadets who had more to say had their words forcefully stuffed back by her whistle.
However, there was no dissatisfaction.
Having experienced this confrontation, they were strangely understanding of all Mo Shangjun's actions...
Bizarre behavior is a bit odd, isn't that completely normal?
And could Mo Shangjun not be considered bizarre?
"All right, let me say a few words," Mo Shangjun raised her hand to touch her left ear and said lazily, "From the moment you put on your uniforms until now, this is the first time I've seen such a disorganized battle. Congratulations, you've once again broadened my horizons."
The drawn-out voice and the steady tone sounded as if she was recounting something utterly mundane, but for those cadets who had proposed to act freely, each word was piercingly uncomfortable, and they were incredibly ashamed.
