Zhang Su waved his hand, tapping his fingers on the table, and said, "Do you know why I'm reluctant to take in survivors? If we get more greenhorns like Song Yijun, we might as well just disband!"
Zhao Dezhu touched his head, with a peculiar expression, said, "That kid reminds me of a newbie from the supermarket's vegetable section; he's just as useless. No matter what the leader said, he'd always be defiant. When asked for opinions, he couldn't even fart out a meaningful word, just someone with guts but no brains. Tell me, can you handle that?"
Everyone couldn't help but smile at Zhao Dezhu's comical body language.
"Chen Hanzhou, Pei Lan, do you guys have any thoughts?"
Zhang Su asked the remaining two students.
Chen Hanzhou shook his head and said, "Brother Su, I wanted to discuss Song Yijun with you before, and now I can skip the gossip behind his back. But I never thought Kuang Miao would go crazy with him!"
