The night at the safe camp is the most leisurely time of the day. People end their day's hustle and training, and can feel a moment of relaxation and tranquility under the starry sky, except for the two on duty in the monitoring room who cannot rest and have to stare at the screen with wide eyes.
The mountain valley is cold with no night wind, the thin mist drifting around occasionally blocking the moonlight.
After showering, Zhang Su heard someone fiddling with a rifle in the courtyard. He went downstairs and found that it was Zhao Xue practicing her rifle stance and aiming movements in the corner, very seriously, without even noticing his presence.
"Hey, no overtime pay! Rest when it's time to rest!"
Zhang Su walked over to the outdoor stone bench and sat down.
"Brother Su..." Zhao Xue was startled by Zhang Su's voice, put away her gun, and said, "Anyway, there's nothing else to do, practicing is also a kind of rest. I'm tired now, I'll head back first."
