Gu Jingchen's tall figure stood there like a statue, the kind of man who braved countless storms and rains, who never flinched in the face of relentless gunfire on the battlefield; at this moment, to be honest, he looked a bit intimidated, his heartbeat quickened involuntarily—there was definitely some nervousness.
"Xiao Xu, go knock on the door," he sighed deeply, raising his pitch-black brows and gazing at Xiao Xu beside him.
"Yes, Instructor!" Xiao Xu stood at attention, saluting before replying.
The word "Instructor" not only reached Gu Jingchen's ears, but also those of the three young girls waiting inside for an inspection of their dormitory. Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan looked around at the still messy dorm room, letting out a simultaneous groan. Dead horses can still be treated like live ones, right?
"Come in!" The three girls chorused in response to Xiao Xu's knock.
