After more than half a month of getting along, An Ran found out that Mu Xingfeng not only had a cold and intimidating face but also spoke very little. During each training session, aside from the usual commands, you could hardly hear him say anything else. Even when absolutely necessary, he would never exceed three sentences.
Well, not bad. This time he said three sentences again. Honestly, Mu Xingfeng's voice is rich and magnetic, even better than a broadcaster's. It's a real pity that after today's military training, we won't hear such a nice voice anymore.
The review process was very simple. The students first received inspection from the school leaders and teachers, then formed squads to march past the rostrum.
Each class was brought to the drill field. An Ran stood amidst the ranks, the pain in her lower abdomen growing more intense.
Damn it, am I really going to get my period now? No, please, hold off for just another half day, just half a day would be enough.
