A shrill alarm rang out from the living room, piercing the sky. It was a warning that a rift was opening, and the next moment, Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou tumbled and scrambled their way out of the room.
Their appearance was quite disheveled, and it wasn't just that their clothes were untidy. Xia Qingrou was also running while pulling up oversized pants, her little face turning beet red from either the urgency or the embarrassment.
She didn't have to wear these ill-fitting pants. A sailor suit wasn't unsuitable for fighting, just like a certain pretty soldier.
But right now, underneath her skirt, there was nothing, and obviously, her damp underwear wasn't fit to be worn again. So, to avoid any potential wardrobe malfunctions, Xia Qingrou had no choice but to grab a pair of Shen Mochen's pants and put them on as she rushed out.
The other three had already assembled in the living room; Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou were the last two to arrive.
