Mo Shangjun successfully won people over and also successfully boosted the morale of the GS9 trainees.
The afternoon training consisted of routine drills, but it was perfect for assessing how well both groups of trainees had grasped some fundamental military tasks.
In the past, it was an unspoken rivalry with no obvious gaps, but now that it's out in the open, they're pulling out all their best tricks, holding nothing back.
A win is a win, a loss is a loss—no deception, no unreasonable arguments.
One task, two tasks, three tasks... GS9's performance wasn't overwhelmingly superior, but they consistently outperformed the X Special Combat Team.
Mo Shangjun sat on the steps with a chart, the pen in her fingers twirling under the sun's warmth. She occasionally looked up at the trainees' performances on the field, and sometimes she bent down to mark on the chart, ticking or crossing out items, but mostly ticking, with only a few rare crosses.
She was a temporary instructor.
