In the afternoon, after lunch, Mo Shangjun saw the infantry soldiers off as they boarded their vehicles.
——There wouldn't be a second basketball game for the second company until the evening, so it wasn't practical to have the infantry soldiers stay any longer.
Lang Yan accompanied her.
After the trucks had departed, Mo Shangjun mysteriously beckoned Lang Yan over.
"What's up?"
Lang Yan approached, curious.
Mo Shangjun gestured with her finger, signaling him to come closer.
Lang Yan leaned in to listen.
Lowering her voice, Mo Shangjun whispered a few words into his ear.
Lang Yan's eyes slowly widened, and finally, he looked at her with some hesitation yet an eager curiosity, pretending to be reluctant, "This… isn't such a good idea, is it?"
With her hands behind her back, Mo Shangjun confidently proclaimed, "Commander Lang, those destined for greatness—"
She paused deliberately, giving him a meaningful glance.
