Mo Shangjun passed by from the side and glanced at the two.
"Mo Shangjun, what's with him?"
Liang Zhiqiong, who hadn't received a response from Yan Gui, curiously asked Mo Shangjun.
"It's nothing," Mo Shangjun casually placed one hand into her pants pocket and said lightly, "He's probably facing a setback that even his thick skin couldn't block, he's in training mode now."
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
"Momo…"
Yan Gui looked aggrievedly at Mo Shangjun.
Don't tear me down like this!
"There's a river three kilometers from here. Although it won't drown you, you can go for a bath," Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, asking kindly, "Want to go?"
"We're no longer friends!"
Yan Gui, embarrassed and angry, nearly jumped out from the ground.
Mo Shangjun shrugged her shoulders.
"Yan Gui!"
Suddenly, Yan Hanyu's voice came.
"Present!"
Yan Gui immediately shouted back, his stance turning straight in a split second.
Yan Hanyu looked at him and said coldly, "Run ten extra laps."
