The instructor, Jiu Ping, arrived at the Applied Physics class.
The entire Applied Physics department had three classes, each with thirty students, all now mixed together for military training.
Standing before a group of students who could barely lift a finger, Jiu Ping showed none of the respect he'd just displayed toward Mo Fan. His expression was cold as he pulled out the name list.
"I will now call roll."
"Jian Ze!"
"Here!"
"Wang Shiwei!"
"Here!"
"…"
Jiu Ping read through a long list of names and, by the end, realized that among the 90 students he was in charge of, only 20 were girls.
This gender imbalance didn't bother Jiu Ping—in fact, he found it quite agreeable.
Recalling the instructions given to him by the old Sect Master and Mo Fan, he waved his hand. "Go put your luggage away first. Gather back here in thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes?" The students exchanged looks.
