"There's a bathhouse at the back, just one, so male and female soldiers have separate bathing times," Mu Qixuan said. "We'll print out a few schedules later."
"Okay."
Mo Shangjun clapped her hands and went straight inside.
Mu Qixuan didn't go in, but just told her that there's an assembly at eight o'clock, and that they were free to do as they please until then, then he left.
Arriving at her bed, Mo Shangjun glanced at the upper bunk. Seeing that someone had already placed their luggage there, she put her backpack on the lower bunk.
Without making the bed, she placed a military backpack on it, which contained folded bedding.
Mo Shangjun picked up the bedding, and just as she was about to make her bed, she noticed a shadow at the door. She didn't mind it, didn't even lift her head, and directly asked, "Is there something else?"
The person at the door paused, and then almost helplessly asked, "Can't you at least look at me first?"
