Mo Shangjun's half-threatening, half-warning words immediately scattered the crowd standing before her.
Even Xiang Yongming, whose thick-skinnedness had skyrocketed recently, could only admit defeat before Mo Shangjun, imitating her with a cupped-fist salute before darting away like a fleeing bird.
Mo Shangjun finally had some peace to continue her breakfast.
However—
Upon seeing her half-eaten breakfast, Mo Shangjun paused, frowning unconsciously.
She should have taken a photo for Ya Tianxing in advance.
It was rare for her to have a proper breakfast, and she had missed the chance to even show it to Ya Tianxing, wasting it pointlessly.
Mo Shangjun felt regretful and quickly finished off the remaining breakfast on her tray.
After eating, Mo Shangjun intended to visit the Third Squad to check on the basketball game preparation, but just as she was passing by the Second Squad's dormitory, the instructor called her over.
