"Did you hear that?!"
The shout, targeted at a boy with a speaker, saw his smiling face gradually turn vacant.
Those nearby also felt the impact, shivering abruptly and instinctively raising their hands to cover their ears.
However, those who made any movement were each caught off guard and struck a blow.
What followed was Mo Shangjun's threatening voice—
"Stand properly! Move an inch, and do ten push-ups."
Before the words had finished, they all hastily withdrew their hands, putting them back down.
Yet the boy previously targeted sneered dismissively.
Mo Shangjun gave him a cold glance, raised her hand, and directly grabbed his shoulder, dragging him out of the formation.
"What are you doing?"
No sooner had Mo Shangjun released him than he turned back and barked furiously at her, his attitude extremely hostile.
