Hu Wenwu hung his head low, not daring to face those gazes,
"Old Hu, our lives are all in your hands, don't screw it up!"
Fang Mingyuan teased.
Hu Wenwu parked the tricycle on the track of the playground.
"You two, unload the cart!"
Lin Baici picked up a case of mineral water, returned to the formation, tore open the packaging, casually took out a few bottles, tossed them to the students of Class 01, and then single-handedly gave one bottle to Instructor Li.
"You're quite generous, kid."
Instructor Li chuckled, his fondness for Lin Baici growing.
He had been responsible for training college students in military drills for seven or eight years, but he had only seen three students buy water for their classmates until now.
"Classmate, don't we get any?"
A playful male student chimed in.
"Get it yourself, what, you're waiting for me to feed you?"
