Mo Shangjun snapped back to reality, glanced at the documents in her hand, and then at Duan Zimu standing to one side, suddenly understanding everything.
Oh...
Bu Yirong smiled warmly like a breeze. When he walked in, he looked at Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu with a smile, his gaze slightly meaningful, making Mo Shangjun feel as though he was sympathizing with her.
Then, everyone heard Ya Tianxing's voice, "Mo Shangjun, come with me."
When Ya Tianxing spoke, Mo Shangjun felt a bit uncomfortable, but after a few seconds, she realized where the sense of discord came from—
Instructors usually call them by their code names, rarely their real names.
Usually calling by name is unrelated to their assessment identity.
"Yes!"
Mo Shangjun still responded as a trainee.
Ya Tianxing turned away with an ominous glance.
Thus, Mo Shangjun stepped over the scattered folders and disappeared through the door.
