Lu Jianjun turned his head and glared at a few show-offs, "Stand at attention, about face, run ten laps."
"Commander Lu, please no!"
"Commander Lu, we are sorry."
"Commander Lu, we are sorry."
"Too late."
So, in a short while, a few agile figures were seen running around the training ground. The others were no longer curious; these youngsters must have somehow annoyed Yun Hao again.
As the camp commander, Yun Hao didn't have his own separate house, but he did have a single-occupancy dormitory.
The room was quite simple, equipped with a desk, a small desk lamp, a pen holder with a few pens, some military books, and a bed. The military green quilt on the bed had been neatly folded into a cube by him.
At that moment, he was sitting on a stool, staring at a package in his hand for a long time before finally unwrapping it. When he saw the blue articles inside, an expression of surprise crossed his face.
