After lunch, everyone returned to the dormitory to rest.
Listening to Meng Nan's thunder-like snoring, Lin Tian lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, his mind filled with images of Liou Qingcheng. He couldn't help but smile.
Soon, it was two-thirty, and time for military training again.
Everyone looked listless, standing there drenched with sweat under the blazing sun, just like wooden statues.
The training for Ancient Medicine Class 42 was similar to the morning session, only with a bit more resting time.
Under the shade of the willow trees, Lin Tian picked up a bottle of iced water just as he was about to drink, when it was snatched away.
Liou Qingcheng stood in front of him like a little wife, put down the ice water, and handed him a bottle of room-temperature water, saying, "You shouldn't drink iced water at times like this, it's bad for your health."
