"Mo Shangjun, what are you doing sitting so far back?"
An all too familiar roar echoed before Mo Shangjun's rational mind could react. Her hand holding the pen involuntarily shook, and the last stroke of her writing almost went astray.
Ding Jing, who hadn't finished writing her name yet, ended up with an even messier script after her hand shook. Sighing, she simply crossed out her name and replaced it with the number "006".
Much like them, the full-throated shout startled all the trainees.
The trainees all turned to look towards the front of the lecture table.
There stood a middle-aged man, looking just past fifty, with a square face and a stern expression. He wore an army uniform in pine green, with two bars and four stars on his shoulders that seemed rather striking under the lights.
At that moment, his sharp gaze cut through the trainees and landed directly on Mo Shangjun.
A strong wave of animosity directly targeted her.
