Jiang Zhe spoke up, "Relaxing too much can actually sap your strength."
"How could that be?" Xiaobao didn't understand.
"In the past two days, the situation was dire, and there wasn't much to eat. We kept going on adrenaline, no problem. But last night we had an abundance of supplies and rested very comfortably. Once we let down our guard, it became hard to muster that energy again."
Xiaobao somewhat got it, "So, should I distribute all this food to others to motivate them to keep on moving?"
"Don't do that." Fatty reached out, grabbing at the air as if it were the food Xiaobao was about to throw away.
Jiang Zhe glanced at Fatty's figure; trying to muster that breath and take him along was indeed challenging.
Some of the onlooking students were schadenfreude, "That's what you get for hogging the food!"
"Serves you right now!"
Some waited for Xiaobao to throw food, "Exactly, haven't you heard that moderate hunger and danger increase one's physical strength and fighting power?"
