Fang Huai couldn't help but laugh; these guys cherished time even more than he did, truly not wasting a single second.
Ten minutes passed, and the beds were made quickly. Then the whistle blew.
"Attention—attention, attention—attention, time for exercises!"
The old cannon Jin Guotao instantly popped his head out from under the covers, leaped up, and yelled, "Let's go, let's go!... Damn, Fang Huai, you already made your bed?"
Everyone, with bleary eyes, looked towards Fang Huai's bed.
Fang Huai was already performing the last step of tidying up his internal affairs: wiping the bed sheet.
Instantly, someone cursed.
"Damn, you really are spirited!"
"Fang Huai... you got up this early?"
"Damn it, Silly Fool, you must be here to straighten us out, right? This is the Military Academy, not the new recruit group!"
Fang Huai turned his head, speechless, and twisted his mouth:
