Mo Lan sat on a stone stool to the side, watching the four students who had achieved outstanding results.
What are your names?
The four men looked at each other in bewilderment. "The...instructor doesn't recognize us?"
"I forgot."
Mo Lan was helpless. The original owner had a great prejudice against these children. Now, all she could remember about them were their vulgarity, barbarity, and wickedness.
Having spent so much time together, everyone is a new face to her.
"Instructor, my name is Xiong Baozheng, and the Second Chief is my father."
"Reporting, Instructor, my name is Xiong Baojie, and Xiong Baozheng is my older brother."
"Reporting to the instructor, my name is Song Jian."
"Instructor, my name is Wang Peng."
After listening to the people introduce themselves, Mo Lan nodded, then stared directly at the two children from the Xiong family, "From now on, you'll be called Xiong Da and Xiong Er, it'll be easy to remember."
"...Yes." Something feels off.
Xiong Da secretly glanced at Mo Lan's expression, his hands behind his back tightening. He used to have feelings for this young lady, but after spending three months together, those feelings had long since vanished.
He felt a little wronged; he had previously felt that he had been deceived by this woman's appearance.
All that talk about gentleness and fragility—after experiencing it firsthand, it's all a complete lie!
“Song Jian will keep his original name, Wang Peng will change his name to Da Peng, and with yourselves, it will be a ten-person team. Since you are the team leader, you must be responsible for your team members.”
"Yes, instructor."
"From now on, call me Boss."
"Yes, boss."
Mo Lan toyed with the pointer in her hand, her eyes deep and unfathomable. Counting the days, the three-month period was almost over.
The day of direct confrontation with Hu Biao has arrived.
While training the troops, Mo Lan did not forget Hu Biao, and would occasionally show up to make him feel good about himself.
After getting to know him for a while, Mo Lan thought that Hu Biao was quite capable; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the chief of the stronghold.
However, because he was always in a high position and was constantly flattered and fawned over, he began to become arrogant over time.
He believed that everyone should obey him and could not tolerate any dissent.
Even when the two of them are together, he exudes a sense of superiority that makes him the only one who matters.
He felt that Hua Molan, this seemingly weak woman, was a blessing from her past life to be his wife.
In his mind, White Tiger Cliff's abilities could completely overwhelm Green Dragon Stronghold, and no one could object to what he wanted.
Even when she provoked him in the council chamber last time, Hu Biao knew she was up to something, but he still readily agreed.
Firstly, he was confident that he could take down Qinglong Village.
Secondly, he felt that Qinglong Village was already a cooked duck, and all they had left was to be stubborn.
Of course, there's another reason: he's taken a liking to me and just wants to show off.
Even when he gave her gold and silver jewelry, he always made sure to tell her to keep it safe and use it as part of her dowry three months later.
After hearing it many times, Mo Lan curled her lips into a mocking smile.
"I've never heard of giving gifts and then worrying about how the recipient uses them before. These gold and silver items are treasures in your eyes, but to me they're just a meal."
"A meal?" Hu Biao frowned as he looked at the jewelry box that had been delivered.
"Yes, for example, this hairpin. If you go to a tavern in Ye County, the whole table of food will be gone."
As Mo Lan spoke, a slight smile curved her eyes as she watched the fleeting anger in Hu Biao's eyes.
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