Fortunately, Chai Xinyan managed to calm her down.
Qiqi clapped her hands, smoothly arriving at her bed, ready to sleep.
As she lay down, Qiqi suddenly thought of something and turned her head to glance at Mo Shangjun, who was sleeping just next door, just in time to see Mo Shangjun turn over.
Even if she couldn't see Mo Shangjun's face, Qiqi could almost be certain—Mo Shangjun was not asleep.
*
3 a.m., downstairs at the trainee dormitory.
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
A continuous whistle sounded from downstairs.
Emergency assembly!
All the trainees flipped out of their beds, their brains didn't even react yet, and their bodies were already starting to get dressed.
Without any equipment, the moment they were dressed, they rushed out of the dormitory, racing frantically towards the open space downstairs.
Not rushing ahead, Mo Shangjun grabbed Liang Zhiqiong and went downstairs along with the main group.
