"It's all at the bottom of the backpack? What kind of excuse is that?"
It's downright unreasonable. Does he think I don't understand... Using such an excuse might not even fool a layman, let alone me. It would have been better to say there was no food left.
Zhuang Jun snuck a glance at Shitou, who looked particularly serious, and didn't dare say anything more. He pursed his lips in a grievance and lowered his head to quickly place the bowl and chopsticks into the now empty pot. He shouldered his backpack and caught up with the others' pace.
I wonder if there will be a chance to find something to eat after returning?
At this moment, Zhuang Jun hadn't even begun to imagine how ruthless Shitou could be.
As soon as they returned to camp, without even a chance to catch their breath, he was reprimanded for his excuses and lackluster performance that morning with potential for improvement, and was promptly sent to the training field to start running laps.
