Ya Tianxing looked at Mo Shangjun for a long time.
Finally, he said, word by word, "Do you know what those who have just graduated and are leading troops, like you, are thinking about at this time?"
Mo Shangjun's eyes narrowed gradually, her expression returning to her usual lazy indifference. She hooked up the corners of her lips and smiled, "How to lead troops well."
"They're at their wits' end," Ya Tianxing supplemented.
"I'm not like them," Mo Shangjun shook her head and then, almost boastfully, raised her eyebrows, "That's why I can be an instructor here."
"No one can become you," Ya Tianxing said, "but that doesn't mean you need to bear more than they do."
Mo Shangjun shrugged, as if casually chatting, "Isn't it said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?"
Ya Tianxing stared at her and then asked almost speechlessly, "Have you ever seen me looking for trouble and shouldering some absurd responsibilities that are none of my business?"
