On the first day out in the wild, the new recruits experienced a mix of harmony and misery. At night, they sank into deep slumber, rejuvenating for the possible harsher training of the next day.
Not far from the warehouse, someone stood with his sleeves rolled slightly below the shoulders, revealing robust biceps. His tight-fitting shirt showed off his solid eight-pack abs.
Indifferently glancing at the person next to him, he remarked, "Not layered enough?" Mocking his choice of clothing that showed off even more skin, he said, "Showing off your muscles and no one is looking, isn't it cold at night?"
Even if he didn't say it, Ling Qi knew his friend was making fun of him. But, he smiled and encouraged, "Keep it up, I'm rooting for you." In reality, he was already itching to join, but couldn't. The reason he was wearing so little was to cool his boiling heart. He wanted more than anything to step into the ring himself.
