The next day.
Early morning, seven o'clock.
After spending two hours on the hillside with Lin Qi, Mo Shangjun accompanied him back to the camp.
Having stood in the horse stance for two hours, Lin Qi's muscles ached terribly, yet Mo Shangjun walked swiftly ahead, saying, "If you can't keep up, no breakfast for you," forcing Lin Qi to grit his teeth and follow her.
Their journey lasted all the way to the vicinity of the dining hall.
"The dining hall is over there."
Seeing Mo Shangjun head in the wrong direction, Lin Qi furrowed his brow and shouted to her.
Mo Shangjun did not turn back or say anything, but waved her hand and left at an unhurried pace.
Lin Qi watched the direction Mo Shangjun was leaving.
It was in the direction of the classrooms.
Could it be that Mo Shangjun suddenly had a change of heart and was eager to study?
The thought had just formed when Lin Qi mercilessly suppressed it.