Han Ruoxi was looking down, drinking a nutrient solution. When she heard her name called, she looked up at Sun Yang and said coolly, "Hurry up and finish that meat skewer. Don't even think about skipping training!"
"Hey, I'm still eating..."
Sun Yang grumbled, shoving the meat skewer into his mouth in a few bites, a look of resignation on his face. "I have no idea what kind of new torture he has for us today. Yesterday was just running—thirty laps around the base!"
Bai Lin sat silently to the side, fingers swiping rapidly across a datascreen, seemingly studying some data.
Hearing Sun Yang complain, he didn't look up, just said flatly, "Stop complaining. It's probably simulated combat training today."
"Simulated combat? Isn't that even worse than running?!"
When Sun Yang heard that, his entire posture sagged, as if he could see his impending nightmare. "Brother Li, can't we talk to the instructor and ask for an easier training session?"
"You go talk to the instructor."
