At night, although there was hardly any moonlight, and few stars could be seen, the training ground was lit up, illuminating the surroundings of the field.
"Rest in place for five minutes!"
As soon as the instructor's voice fell, the group that had been tensely standing at attention collapsed onto the ground like mud.
"Smack!"
The sound of slapping mosquitoes began.
"Oh, my god and Buddha's grandpa!" one of Jiao Wei's roommates who shared a dorm with him said as he looked at the bloodstain and mosquito corpse in his palm, "Do you think it's easy for me to produce this little blood? And it can't even spare this little bit!"
"Do not show disrespect to Buddha's grandpa."
"Buddha is merciful, just pretend I farted just now."
"... You actually did fart just now, don't think I wouldn't know just because you're loud."
"Do you want to become Buddha?" Jiao Wei asked another roommate, laughing.
