"Because they have the skills; they don't worry about food." Peng Yuqiu shrugged.
"Skills, huh..."
With a slight drawl in her voice, Meng Zilin finally let out a light chuckle, her expression somewhat relieved.
When Bu Yirong allowed them to leave and find food on their own, she hadn't expected Mo Shangjun and the others to find so much.
Most of the time, the cadets return empty-handed.
On rare occasions, the cadets manage to get a little food, just enough for one or two people, with each person in the class getting just a bite.
A spectacle like this had never been seen before.
"Instructor Yan is really having a tough time, encountering a bunch of cadets who don't play by the rules." Meng Zilin joked.
"..."
Peng Yuqiu was noncommittal.
This batch of cadets boasted too many abilities, which directly placed considerable pressure on the entire assessment and all instructors.
However, Grandpa Yan would handle it well.
