The livestream in the auditorium was still going, but Mo Xin had already been hauled off to the office by Mo Si.
"Brother, brother...! Don't be like this. I really didn't do it on purpose!"
"I wasn't showing contempt for the army's authority! It's just that everyone wanted to watch, and we'd already finished today's training!"
"I wasn't slacking off! Don't hit me! Waaah!" Mo Xin circled Mo Si, wailing and begging for mercy.
Qiudao and Changbei followed just behind and to the right of Mo Si, muttering that they couldn't bear to watch.
They were both from the Mo Family, said to have eaten the same food, received the same education, and walked the same path. And yet, this was the end result! It was just too ridiculous.
Every time they saw that face—which bore a one-percent resemblance to the Admiral's—make such a strange expression, they found it deeply cringeworthy.
"Send me the First Army's recent training data."
"Yes, sir! Right away!"
