"…" The instructor looked with a tongue-tied expression towards Yang Bing, and amidst the stifled laughter of the whole squad, he waved his hands and said to Yang Bing, who was about to faint from being too ashamed, "You're not a little girl… Never mind, go on, go on."
…
There was a total of seven days of military training, and half of it had passed in a flash. Each instructor was also not as strict as before; instead, they would arrange for the different squads to get together at night from time to time, having singing contests to build friendships.
Just like right now.
The male Squad 2 and 3 were seated together because their instructors were on good terms; with the idea of 'matching boys with girls,' the two instructors even secretly brought the girls from Squad 6.
Ji Zhiyao casually placed one leg on the ground, and the other propped up lazily as he talked to Wen Heng with his head tilted.
