"Hey, Captain, that kick back on the training grounds was pretty vicious!"
Sun Yang complained while shoveling food into his mouth, "I almost fell off the platform. Couldn't you have been a little gentler?"
"Gentler?"
Li Chang'an took a bite of meat without even looking up. "Is the Insect Race going to be gentle on the battlefield? If you don't want to get beaten up, then stop running your mouth so much next time!"
"When was I running my mouth?!"
Sun Yang exclaimed, "That was tactical communication! You guys don't get it. It's an art form!"
"Art, my ass!"
Han Ruoxi stuffed a steamed dumpling into her mouth and mumbled, her words muffled, "That's not art, it's just you making noise. When it really matters, your shouting is going to get us all killed!"
"Hey, that's going too far!"
