"Whistle—Whistle—Whistle—"
Xiang Yongming picked up the whistle in his hand and blew it fiercely three times, effectively suppressing the noisy chatter.
All the jeering sounds went instantly silent.
Hooking her lip, Mo Shangjun raised her hand to touch her ear and said to Xiang Yongming, "I'll go lead the troops for you."
"Mm."
Xiang Yongming nodded gravely at Mo Shangjun, but in reality, he was itching to deal with this unruly bunch of little brats.
Mo Shangjun waved her hand and coolly glanced at her own row before leaving them behind.
The people of the third squad of the third platoon watched her retreating figure, experiencing a sense of reluctance for the first time.
At least Mo Shangjun hadn't done anything particularly cruel to them, but the Instructor Xiang standing before them looked fierce and ferocious, as if he couldn't wait to give them a good thrashing—a realization that made them extremely tense.
"Who was the first to speak?!"
