The bamboo of the flag was originally covered in mud, but after the rain washed it, it was surprisingly clean in no time.
Ruan Yan glanced up, sizing up Mo Shangjun.
Even with a raincoat, the instructor was soaked, and the cadets had it worse, with no shelter from the start of the rain, forced to traverse the jungle rain.
Mo Shangjun, as capable as she might be, could not withstand the forces of nature.
So, unsurprisingly, Mo Shangjun was also drenched, her clothes heavy with water, droplets continuously streaming from the brim of her cap and cuffs. That training suit had turned a shade darker, with no lighter areas. Ruan Yan estimated the water weight on her clothes and silently pulled his gaze back.
Mo Shangjun seemed unfazed by the weather, raising a hand to wipe the water from her face, then shook the flag in her hand.
Mo Shangjun asked, "Are those ones of yours the same?"
Ruan Yan replied, "Randomly distributed."
