Li Wei turned at the sound and saw a buzz-cut female soldier standing in the doorway, her training uniform hanging loosely on her frame.
Her hair was very short. At first glance, Li Wei had even taken her for a bald woman.
Her features were merely ordinary—the kind that vanished into a crowd without a trace.
She held a nearly burned-out cigarette between the fingers of her left hand, while her right arm cradled a large military-green mess tin.
From head to toe, her entire person exuded sluggishness and laziness.
But the moment she saw the rank insignia on Li Wei's shoulder, her expression changed.
"Captain!?"
The young woman looked stunned and instinctively snapped to attention.
She seemed to want to salute, but then realized she was holding the mess tin in her right hand.
She tried to switch the mess tin to her left hand, only to discover that her cigarette was between those fingers.
With no other choice, she gritted her teeth, stiffly and awkwardly brought her heels together, raised her chest and head, and said, "Reporting..."
But once she had begun, she no longer knew what to say. She looked rather embarrassed.
Li Wei hurriedly waved her hand. "Don't be nervous. I'm from the Seventh Squad too. I just reported in today."
"Huh?" The young woman froze for a moment. "You're really a newcomer?"
"That's right." Li Wei pointed at herself. "My name is Jiang Xue."
The young woman visibly relaxed. Her entire body went slack again, and she even put the cigarette back between her lips.
"I thought some leader had come to inspect us..." As she spoke, she walked over to Li Wei and held out her hand. "My name is Qin Lan. I'm from the Seventh Squad... Fuck!"
Qin Lan had not finished speaking