On the rooftop of a building.
Su Bei had just set up his gun when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Knowing it was highly likely to be from Bu Yirong, Su Bei hesitated a moment, temporarily setting aside his task and pulled out his phone to glance at the newly received message.
Sure enough, it was from Bu Yirong.
Bu Yirong: Finish within ten minutes, or lose ten points.
Su Bei's mouth twitched slightly.
Damn.
Leaving behind the previous task, rushing here diligently, only to have a time limit?
Being a cutthroat instructor like this is also quite something.
Su Bei lightly tapped the screen with his finger, replying with a single word.
Su Bei: Okay.
Meanwhile, at another location, upon seeing the new message, Bu Yirong imagined Su Bei's indifferent and disdainful expression while replying, his mouth forming a subtle smile, inadvertently revealing his joyful mood.
Ya Tianxing stood coldly beside Bu Yirong, finally turning his head, feeling even more displeased.
*
