The camera frame lasted barely a second.
By the time Mo Shangjun snapped out of it, the news had already moved on to the next item.
Mo Shangjun furrowed her brows slightly, it wasn't quite worry and it wasn't quite joy, but rather a feeling that was hard to describe—a particular kind of concern.
After that, she hardly felt like watching the news anymore, the information going in one ear and out the other, saying she'd have the warriors take notes, but she feared she might pay even less attention than them.
She didn't pay much attention even to the warriors who arrived one after another.
At seven thirty, when the news broadcast was over, Mo Shangjun stood up and said, "Dismissed," before leaving the conference hall.
However, before leaving, she didn't forget to instruct the three platoon leaders to accompany the late-arriving warriors in a solid training session, starting with running fifty laps, with the option to increase the number of laps.
