"Instructor Yuan."
"Hello, Instructor Yuan."
"Instructor Yuan, where's that Rolex I gave you before? Why aren't you wearing it today?"
"..."
The corner of Yuan Gang's mouth twitched slightly. "You little fatty, you still dare bring up that Rolex? You secretly slipped it into my pocket before and nearly got me disciplined."
Baili Pangpang laughed carelessly, and everyone took their seats one after another.
Yuan Gang called out to the barbecue restaurant behind him, and before long, platters of grilled food were brought out.
"Instructor Yuan, I didn't expect you to like this kind of food too," Lin Qiye asked curiously.
Yuan Gang smiled. "After being a soldier for so long, I've come to like the lively feeling of eating like this. The atmosphere in those high-end restaurants makes me uncomfortable. Unless it's necessary, I generally don't go to places like that."
"Exactly! Why go to some fancy restaurant? Isn't barbecue delicious?" Baili Pangpang chimed in.
Cao Yuan silently rolled his eyes at Baili Pangpang, that fence-sitter.
Yuan Gang took beers from a crate and handed them out one by one, sighing as he did so:
"You little brats, when you first entered Training Camp, you were like clueless kids. Especially you, the little fatty who threw money around, and that troublemaker Shen Qingzhu. You two were simply the nightmare of every instructor in that class. Every time I saw you, I got pissed off..."
Shen Qingzhu accepted a bottle of beer and smiled awkwardly. Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, he offered, "Instructor Yuan, want one?"
"I don't smoke." Yuan Gang waved his hand. "You should stay away from that stuff too. You're about to become members of a Special Squad, yet you spend every day learning nothing good..."
Shen Qingzhu silently tossed the cigarette pack into the