Another gust of cold wind blew through, and he could clearly see the vice-captain shiver in the wind. He wasn't sure if the vice-captain's brain had short-circuited from the cold. On such a cold day, after running three thousand meters and jumping through several obstacle courses, these big guys were only wearing a shirt, and even the vice-captain, who usually stayed in the corner growing mushrooms, was only wearing a shirt.
It won't do; seeing the vice-captain so eager to share both the good and bad times with his comrades, he'd rather face the captain's wrath than let his brother suffer alone.
"Achoo—"
Another gust of cold wind blew, and Lin Junyang successfully sneezed, yet stubbornly squatted there, unmoving.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and a jacket was draped over him.
Lin Junyang tensed up but didn't look up to see who it was. Like a stubborn child, he turned his head to the other side, simultaneously shrugging the coat off.
