"Dumbass, just like the crops of the south, yielding three times a year without catching a breath."
Wang Dajun's face looked utterly unpleasant, just like the non-stop southern crops right now.
"Hmph, damn Lin Hai, wait for it, one day I will return today's humiliation to you tenfold," Wang Dajun thought sinisterly and furiously.
...
On the way to find the instructor, Lin Hai was dozing off; right now, he just wanted to meet the instructor.
Ouyang Xiaoya glanced at Lin Hai's dozing posture, feeling somewhat speechless; one of his hands was stuffed inside his pants, and the other hand was propping his head, which looked quite indecent.
"Lin Hai, why do you like to put your hand inside your pants when you sleep?" Ouyang Xiaoya quietly reminded and asked.
Lin Hai lazily looked at the CEO and said indifferently, "A soldier always needs to hold onto his weapon, as long as the weapon is there, the person is."
"..."
