Peng Yingqi Rui also looked resentful, "Alas, no chance after all!"
Yue Tao, full of gossip, asked, "What, little guy, you also want to become a deputy squad leader?"
"Nonsense!" Peng Yingqi Rui leaned on the bed frame, rolling his eyes.
"I thought Fang Huai was secretly writing something over there, transmitting intelligence to some overseas organization, getting caught by the squad leader, and we wouldn't have to train for at least three days!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
The only one not amused, Fang Huai wore a dark expression, "Oh my god, little guy, if I become the deputy squad leader, even if you're terminally ill, I would carry you to the training ground, I won't die, and you won't live!"
"Don't, Brother Fang! I was just joking! I'm still waiting for you to help me fold my blanket!" Peng Yingqi Rui cowered.
Fang Huai, hearing this, stopped writing and picked up the little bamboo strip and chopsticks from the table.
