"You don't need to follow."
As soon as Ya Tianxing finished speaking, the car door was opened.
Once it was closed again, Ya Tianxing's figure was no longer in the front passenger seat.
*
After the farce ended, Mo Shangjun and the others were collectively taken away.
They were filthy, and attending the next assessment project like this would affect the instructors' mood, so they were taken to the riverbank to wash up first.
The trainees, eager to shed a layer of skin, ran faster than ever upon hearing they were going to the river. The instructors could barely keep up with their pace, though they understood their feelings.
This time was harsher than usual. Previously, after getting out of the mud pit, they could continue onto the next project, but this time they had to take some time to wash up... it was imaginable.
The two instructors leading them there, standing a bit too close, almost gagged.
