On the small hill.
Mo Shangjun sat in the grass, a piece of wild grass dangling from her mouth, tossing two stones up and down in her hand. The morning breeze blew from the front, bringing a slight chill, which only highlighted her relaxed and carefree demeanor.
In stark contrast to her were the female trainees struggling to run up the hill not far away.
Besides her and Baili Zhao, there were exactly ten others including Liang Zhiqiong, making it perfect for splitting into teams of five for a series of scramble training.
The losers faced penalties, while the winners received no rewards.
Though it wasn't quite fair, no one wanted the penalty, so they still worked quite hard.
The sky gradually brightened.
From this vantage point, Mo Shangjun, sitting high up, could overlook many trainees in training.
