The next morning, Jiang Lan was just about to leave for the Training Room when his phone suddenly rang.
He checked his phone and saw a message from Wei Chong.
[Training is suspended today. Come to the large conference room in the Training Area at two this afternoon. The Academy has called an emergency meeting.]
Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes.
His guess yesterday had been right.
The Academy did indeed have plans for them.
Just then, Jiang Lan noticed messages popping up one after another in their three-person group chat.
He opened the chat. Zhao Xuan and Lin Wan had already exchanged several messages.
Zhao Xuan: [Did you get the notice? A meeting this afternoon?]
Lin Wan: [Yes.]
Zhao Xuan: [What's going on? Is it related to the city lockdown?]
Lin Wan: [We'll know when we get there. No point guessing.]
Zhao Xuan: [Tsk, tsk... I get the feeling something big is about to happen.]
Lin Wan: [Are you a reporter?]
Zhao Xuan: [...]
Jiang Lan glanced at the conversation but said nothing.
Shen Qingqiu had gone to work.
Jiang Lan had actually wanted to keep him home, but the logistics team had also received orders for everyone to report for duty and stand by.
All he could say was that the situation felt very much like the calm before a storm.
Two that afternoon.
Jiang Lan arrived at the Training Area's large conference room on time.
The conference room was spacious and rarely used, but quite a few people were seated inside today.
Nearly all the Special Admissions Students had arrived. Besides him, Zhao Xuan, Lin Wan, and several familiar faces were all there.
The instructors from each group were there too. Wei Chong sat in a corner, his face as expressionless as ever.
Su Wan presided over