"Pity?" Xing Nong touched his head, "Well, that's what soldiers are like. Imagine, military boots on your feet, camo uniform, beret on your head, slinging a gun over your shoulder. How dashing a figure would that be?"
Tang Luo touched Xing Nong's head, "No fever, so what's with the nonsense?"
Xing Nong pushed Tang Luo aside, "You're the one spouting nonsense. Let me tell you, in less than a year, the image I described will be my look. Watch and see."
"Alright, alright, I'll wait for the birth of a female Special Team member," Tang Luo laughed uncontrollably.
Xing Nong gave Tang Luo an eye roll and ignored her, "Oh right, Luoluo, didn't the chief instructor say that the special training would start in a month? The plans have changed. The competition ends next Monday, and on Tuesday the 30 members will be chosen and moved to the southern campus for special training, and who knows if they'll ever move back."
