So Majia Lauer was always isolated in the military academy; the trainees from soldier backgrounds didn't accept him, and the former commissioned officers didn't consider him as one of their own.
And it was precisely for this reason that Houdel hesitated a bit when faced with Majia Lauer's request.
He tilted his head and looked at Claude inquisitively.
Claude, always warm-hearted, shrugged and handed a shovel to Little Majia cheerfully, "Come on then, we just happen to need an extra hand."
The extremely tense Majia Lauer instantly smiled brightly. He took the shovel with both hands, eagerly grabbing other tools from the ground as if afraid Houdel and Claude would change their minds, continuously asking, "Where do we start digging?"
"Hey," Houdel, unwittingly putting on airs, placed his hands on his hips and said in a mock-serious tone, "You don't need to do that."
Claude raised his leg and kicked Houdel in the butt, "Cut it out, you're disgusting me."
