"Certainly."
Two words that left Chu Feiyin momentarily stunned.
After a considerable delay, she regained her composure, somewhat embarrassed she explained: "Instructor Mo, I didn't mean that..."
It wasn't only about leading the cadets in running laps.
But with a raise of her hand, Mo Shangjun rested it on her shoulder, cutting off what she was about to say next.
"We can't expect to reach the sky in one step, convincing others with just a few words," Mo Shangjun's brows slightly furrowed as his eyes met the dark pupils of hers, and continued calmly, "Me agreeing to lead them in running laps is already a step back, understand? ——Hmm?"
The low tone of his voice, ending with a gently rising 'hmm', inexplicably made one's heart skip a beat.
At this moment, Chu Feiyin was no longer sure whether she was scared, nervous, or just embarrassed. She stared at Mo Shangjun with wide eyes, finally nodding stiffly.
Mo Shangjun let go of her, accordingly.
"Go on," instructed Mo Shangjun.
