The lights-out bugle call sounded.
Mo Shangjun assessed the two little rascals in front of her, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "We can talk tomorrow about anything."
"Don't do this…" Xiang Yongming stopped her, "If you don't give us a straight answer, we're definitely going to lose sleep tonight."
"That's great," Mo Shangjun crossed her arms and corners of her eyes creased into a smile, "If you two can sleep soundly tonight after losing to a trainee platoon leader, wouldn't that be shameless?"
"..."
Xiang Yongming was choked up by her words, and his face turned red with anger, but he didn't dare to retort.
Lai Liang stood behind and wisely kept silent.
"Assemble downstairs at five o'clock tomorrow morning. Now—" Mo Shangjun glanced at her watch, annoyed, she spat out a word, "Scram."
"Yes!"
Lai Liang was the first to respond, and then pushed Xiang Yongming.
"Yes!"
Xiang Yongming shouted belatedly.
