Somehow, there was a palpable, almost undue eagerness among the trainees to watch the unfolding drama.
Zhong Tianhao was the first to notice the anomaly, following everyone's gaze as he looked up.
Those standing by Mo Shangjun's side stepped aside in tacit agreement, letting Zhong Tianhao spot Mo Shangjun amid the crowd at a glance.
Having seen Mo Shangjun's photo and extensively researched her military training records, he naturally recognized her upon seeing her in person.
Her presence was remarkable, that kind of visibility that stood out in a crowd, exuding a casual and lazy aura, not quite fitting the image of a stern and serious instructor—at least, not the kind Zhong Tianhao had in mind for an instructor.
Mo Shangjun lifted her gaze, looking over indifferently, then lazily picked up her leg and walked straight over.
Everyone who was still around watched her nervously.
