"Captain, can we take a water break?"
Sun Yang raised a hand, his face etched with exhaustion.
"My throat is so dry it feels like it's smoking. At this rate, I'm going to die of thirst on the training field!"
"The water tank is at the edge of the training field. Go get it yourself!"
Li Chang'an said flatly.
"But when you get back, you're adding ten minutes to your physical training!"
"Isn't that just asking me to choose between dying of thirst and dying of exhaustion?"
Sun Yang's jaw dropped. He stared at Li Chang'an, on the verge of a complete breakdown.
"Then you can choose not to drink right now!"
Li Chang'an remained expressionless.
"I'll drink! Fine, I'll drink, alright?!"
Sun Yang spun around and sprinted toward the water tank, shouting as he ran.
"What kind of captain is he? He's a demon-sent torturer!"
Han Ruoxi couldn't help but laugh as she watched Sun Yang's retreating back.
"He's pretty funny. He talks a big game, but he's always the first one to run off!"
