When Mo Shangjun left, the dormitory plunged into a strange silence.
Several pairs of eyes couldn't help but glance at Liang Zhiqiong's bed.
After a night of training, saying one wasn't hungry was impossible. Usually, they could bear it like any other day, but the aroma of Mo Shangjun's grilled steak made their mouths water, enticing their cravings beyond control.
To spare themselves from further torment, someone hesitated whether to wake Liang Zhiqiong.
But Liang Zhiqiong was sleeping soundly, even Mo Shangjun hadn't disturbed her.
Just then, the lights-out whistle sounded, cutting short their thoughts.
In an instant, the lights were out. Yu Yitong prepared to close the door and glanced inadvertently down the hallway. She unexpectedly noticed something was off—Mo Shangjun, who was supposed to let Ding Jing wait downstairs, had gone straight to the dormitory instead of heading downstairs.
