"Anyway, you only have a few points left. Rather than continuing to drag us down on the training field, it's better to lose them all in tonight's class and just leave."
Ai Youhuai said, full of anger, with a sharp tone.
The other four male trainees exchanged glances, feeling that Ai Youhuai's words were a bit too much. They wanted to ease the tension but didn't know how to start.
Xia Ning, who had been with Baili Zhao since arriving, saw Mo Shangjun witnessing the scene. Mo Shangjun wasn't in a good mood and instinctively looked at Baili Zhao, afraid that Baili Zhao might impulsively go and hit Ai Youhuai.
But what she saw was surprising.
Completely opposite to what she expected.
Usually direct and impulsive, Baili Zhao didn't show visible anger. Instead, she looked at the trainees of Class Seven with a serious expression.
It was rare for her to be so calm and restrained, not showing her emotions outwardly, which surprised Mo Shangjun.
