Tang Wei (POV)
March 18th, 20xx — 8:02 PM
Zone 3A-Δ – Third Floor – Common Room
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After giving the roles out and telling people they could rest for the night… John left.
Not in a dramatic way.
Just… quietly. Like it was routine now — power shifting out with John, not because he demanded it, but because the rest of us let him take it by default.
Typical of men like that.
Shen Yifei was next to go. She didn't say goodbye. Just smirked, rolled off the training ball like a cat, and slipped out of the room with a stretch that didn't match the weight of the meeting we'd just had.
Probably going to his bed.
I didn't care.
Not really.
Old Zhou muttered something about checking on the generator problem, which I took to mean the bottle of cheap liquor Xu Lin was hiding in the mechanical room.
That left just two of us.
Me.
And Jiang Roulan.
