"Fine."
Mo Shangjun responded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes and snatched both of their phones away in an instant.
The two of them couldn't help but feel joy on their faces.
But, at the next moment—
"Give me a reason."
Mo Shangjun spoke indolently, her sudden demand causing the smiles on their faces to freeze.
Miao Dong quickly glanced at Fou Jinglan, who in turn took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Reporting! I believe that an instructor who arranges books on a shelf will make me benefit immensely from this military training!" Fou Jinglan said, raising her head to meet Mo Shangjun's undisturbed gaze, and spoke deliberately, "Instructor Mo, I am willing to follow you!"
"Granted," Mo Shangjun said blandly after staring at her for a moment but quickly added a reminder, "Be more tactful next time."
Startled, Fou Jinglan then responded promptly, "Yes, sir!"
"And you?" Mo Shangjun glanced sideways at Miao Dong.
