A few days later, when the Old Task Force's afternoon training session was about to begin.
Jiang Baimian walked back to her room with a slightly complicated expression. She came in front of Long Yuehong and fell silent for a moment. "Your transfer application has been rejected."
Long Yuehong's body swayed slightly, and he couldn't conceal the disappointment on his face.
Jiang Baimian sighed softly. "It says that we shouldn't abandon or give up on lagging members. We can't directly sentence them to death just because they show psychological discomfort during a single training session.
"Besides, nobody has applied to join the Old Task Force at the moment. There's a lack of manpower everywhere. To get a replacement, we can only wait for the next assignment."
Long Yuehong lowered his head and muttered to himself, "…I understand, I understand."