May 26, everyone got up.
Even those on IV drips had to sit up to get them.
At breakfast in the cafeteria, according to Ye Jiahong,
"Yesterday, the entire squadron was like a goddamn morgue, dark as hell. You walk in and it's just rows of corpses. A person gets up to use the toilet, staggering about like a zombie!
And this Fang Huai, wandering up and down the floors, clanging metal below, the squadron felt like we were shooting a horror movie!
It was like a mental hospital with a psychotic murderer and raising the dead, multi-genre kind of thing!"
Fang Huai cursed under his breath upon hearing this.
"I can't sleep, so I get up to tidy equipment. I'm clearly the kindhearted snail girl, and you call me a psychotic murderer?!"
Ye Jiahong got pissed, "In the middle of the night, what the hell are you tidying up for? The squadron isn't even on police dispatch this week, what's the rush?
