"Are you made of iron or something?"
"Cut the crap!"
Li Chang'an glanced at him.
"Get a move on!"
The moment they reached the cafeteria entrance, Sun Yang plopped down on the steps and started pounding his legs.
"I can't take it anymore. I absolutely can't. I need to catch my breath. Today's training was murder! You guys think the instructor is targeting me on purpose? Huh? Does he have it out for me?"
"As if the instructor would be impressed by you!"
Shen Qiuyue, standing to the side, pulled out her meal card and said coolly.
"You whine and moan the entire time you're running. How do you expect anyone to be impressed by that?"
"Ouch, Sister Qiuyue, that one hurt!"
Sun Yang wore a pained expression.
"Give me a break! I'm the team's fire support! I rely on my brains and my gun, not my legs! We all have different jobs, can't you guys show a little consideration for my specialty?"
