Mo Shangjun paused her action of wringing her clothes.
She remembered the location each person had chosen.
Ding Jing, wanting to stay away from the damp ground, had purposely chosen a spot in the tree, and covered the branch above with a layer of plastic film to barely fend off the rain.
From Mo Shangjun's slanted angle of view, her position was very obvious.
The three cadets of the X Special Combat Team were each sitting under three trees, forming a triangular formation, so it was clear at a glance.
The only one left was Fo Zhe on her right-hand side.
Sighing, Mo Shangjun stood up from the ground.
Her sleeves, hems, and pants were dripping water, looking as if she had just been pulled out of water. The ground was soft, turning into complete mud with one step under the rain's soaking.
Just awakened, even walking an extra step felt strenuous to Mo Shangjun.
