Gao Yuan was very familiar with communal living; it felt as if he had returned to his student days, where some would grind their teeth in their sleep, others snored, and there were those who talked in their dreams.
Of course, staying up late and chatting before going to sleep was a must. It was only the first day, and everyone was still excited.
But by the time the second day dawned, excitement and anticipation had turned into constant complaints.
"Are we going to do target practice?"
"Is it time to practice with guns?"
"I think so; otherwise, what's the point of calling it military training?"
Ten people per team, each team lined up in a row, with the team leader at the front and the deputy team leader at the back, and Gao Yuan stood right behind their team leader, Zhang Zhe.
Listening to his comrades whispering amongst themselves, Gao Yuan couldn't help but find it amusing, prompting him to scoff quietly to himself.
