Everything came so unexpectedly.
Many people were still comfortably lying in their sleeping bags, half-listening to the sounds of someone entering the tent. But before they could even see who it was, a basin of water was splashed onto the bed.
"..."
Instantly, they felt a chilling coolness that penetrated to their bones.
By the end of June, the temperature had already risen. However, the temperature difference between day and night was significant, and at this point, it was less than twenty degrees. A basin of cold water pouring down, even with a quilt, was enough to make them lose it.
Accompanied by various curses, they finally couldn't stay in bed any longer, grabbed their clothes, and rushed outside.
Open ground.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver exchanged a glance.
"Miss Morton's method, really simple and rough," Oliver leaned close to Marcus Shaw's ear and whispered, "Won't this offend people too much?"
