It was night. The sky was void of stars and the moon was hiding too. Lamps were lit around all the training grounds.
"At ease! Break for five!" the drillmaster yelled out. The next moment, every standing figure seemed to have melted to the ground.
"Pa!"
Then the sound of mosquito hunting started.
"Oh my God and Buddha's uncle!" One of Jiao Wei's roommates looked at the mosquito body and smear of blood on his palms and exclaimed, "It's hard work producing blood, and this thing has to take some!"
"Don't disrespect Buddha," Jiao Wei's other roommate said.
"Have mercy, Buddha. Pretend I was just farting earlier."
"You did fart earlier. You think I didn't hear you just because you yelled?"
"You want to be Buddha then?" Jiao Wei asked him with a smile.
"God no! The job responsibilities sound like hard work. I just want to graduate, find a job, find a wife, reproduce, and then complete this long and ordinary life."
