135, have all those things been accepted? [Modify]_1

They left the office building.

The rain was light and misty, and before six o'clock, the sky had completely darkened. The streetlights within the base lit up, illuminating the path ahead.

Mo Shangjun was walking in front.

The instructor and Fan Hanyi followed closely behind, step by step.

The two exchanged glances, neither knowing how to console Mo Shangjun, or rather, neither having the courage to do so.

In the end, the instructor and Fan Hanyi resorted to the most straightforward method—rock-paper-scissors to decide the outcome.

Best two out of three.

Fan Hanyi lost.

The instructor patted his shoulder sympathetically, "I just remembered I have something to do, I'll take my leave first."

Fan Hanyi: "..."

Sly as the instructor was, he left Fan Hanyi with a sympathetic smile, then immediately turned and quickly walked away.

Fan Hanyi was feeling a bit upset.