Mo Shangjun continued to eat his takeaway.

Duan Zimu glanced at Mo Shangyun, read the statistical list in his hand one by one, and finally curled his lips.

I’m really looking forward to what Mo Shangjun will do next.

It should be quite interesting.

*

Ten past nine.

Mo Shangjun carried a stack of paper and walked downstairs to the student dormitory.

When she arrived, Mu Cheng had already posted the statistical list and left, and in front of the bulletin board, many students who had already completed training seemed to be gathered around.

Not only the female soldiers participating in the PK, but also many male soldiers came to join in the fun.

"It's strange. The overall strength of Group A and Group B should be about the same. How come the results are so different in just one week?"

"What's so strange? Instructors are different. Look at Instructor Ji. He runs to the dormitory building all the time, cares about the lives of the female soldiers in Group A, and personally takes the wounded to the infirmary. You want me, just for such a good thing

Instructor, you have to improve her grades, you can't embarrass her."

"Don't talk nonsense. Instructor Mo is also responsible for combat training. Where can I get as much free time as Instructor Ji?" Mo Shangyun's force was worth 100% of the government's and he unswervingly defended Mo Shangyun.

"With two combat training sessions a week, you will be so busy that you won't have time to come to the dormitory building?"

100 turned around and wanted to reason with him.

However--

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone standing outside the crowd, and 100 immediately closed his mouth knowingly.
Chapter completed!