"Once we get back, everyone needs to pull themselves together!"
Mo Gan Yun snarled, "As long as you don't die from the training, keep pushing! I'm counting on getting this piece of red cloth this year. If I don't get it this year, I fear I'll never get it in this lifetime..."
"..."
Yu Zhongge's lips twitched slightly.
He wanted to say, it looks like there's not much hope for you this lifetime. But when he thought about it, damn it, if Mo Gan Yun has no hope, he himself has even less hope of actually becoming the boss.
He felt dejected for a moment and sighed.
Qiu Yunshang, however, took it all well. After all, the position of boss was never going to fall to him. Losing to Boss Fang wasn't shameful either, which instantly made him feel relieved and cheerful, and he laughed, "Elder Hong's Little Yunyun, that name isn't bad at all."
Mo Gan Yun glared at him angrily.
...
Ding Jie Ran, at the back, looked down at the sword in his hand.
He weighed Fang Che's strike in his mind.
