Regarding why Li Nanheng would mind that Wan Ke so much, at noon, Feng Ling found the answer.
The newbies almost collapsed after running for so long. At noon, they could finally go to the base canteen to rest for a while. They went to the canteen in groups, talking and laughing.
Being exhausted, they were very dissatisfied with the deputy drillmaster for today's devil training.
"I don't know what the leadership of the base thinks. Why do they assign such a cold-blooded devil as our deputy drillmaster? If I were to run another 200 meters just now, I think I could vomit blood and die on the spot…"
"Yes, he must be an old pervert. I guess he must still be single and psychologically depressed and distorted, and torture others to vent."
Hearing what they said, Feng Ling sitting next to them choked with water.
Li Nanheng was only twenty-seven years old. Old pervert?
