Huo Beijiang ordered her to fold the quilt himself and even personally demonstrated how to do it.
So, Nan Fei learned it.
The dormitory was always quiet; based on reason, training should have concluded by this time. Why hadn't anyone returned?
About an hour later, Nan Fei had finished washing up and was lying in bed, ready to sleep. All of a sudden, the entire dormitory area erupted in noise. The dorm door was pushed open by someone, and a group of dust-covered people dragging their heavy steps walked in.
"Ouch! I'm dying, I'm dying."
"I'm almost dead from exhaustion; living this way just isn't humane."
"Mom! I can't take it anymore. Had I known military school was this tough, I must have been out of my mind to join!"
A group of people complained as they lay in their gray clothes directly onto the beds, unwilling to get up. Those who lived on the top bunks lacked the strength to climb up and simply squeezed into the lower bunks.
