"Calling you a dog, I actually feel like it's an insult to them."
At least dogs would never waste food, especially the military dogs in their camp, which are much more capable than these self-righteous "people" in front of them.
"You!" Hao Mu suddenly grabbed Lu You by the collar, "If you have the guts, say it again! Losers." A slight curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
The term "losers" was almost a blatant insult.
Class Seven used to be quite famous in this vast military camp, known as the "Loser Class," disobedient; especially after the last brawl between two classes where they lost so miserably, the punishment incident had already spread throughout the army.
Everyone was waiting to see their jokes, though everyone knew Ling Xi's reputation, but the new recruits had never seen this Class Seven, the most temperamental and fierce people being strictly managed by a woman, and even getting punished to this extent, was enough to make Class Eight laugh for a long time.
