Xing Nong poked Qu Yue: "Boss Qu, you black bean sesame bun, you're really great at pretending!"
"What do you want me to do?" Mo Yaoguang's gaze was filled with a sense of distance.
"Yaoguang, I'm bringing this up now not to denounce or scold you, but to help you enter the military academy smoothly. Have you thought about the consequences of insisting that you're a boy when you register? Don't tell me you're thinking of impersonating a boy — the records won't allow it, and the situation won't permit it!"
Mo Yaoguang turned away, facing the wall without uttering a word.
Xing Nong helplessly pursed her lips. She had advised many times, of course, always with great care, but to no avail. Mo Yaoguang was a person of deep loyalty, but often acted with a sort of reckless abandon, unconcerned about consequences. Her obsession with her own gender was a manifestation of this madness.
