Hearing the familiar voice outside the stall, Song Si froze as if struck by lightning.
Without another moment's hesitation, he tossed the lighter into the nearby wastebasket. He didn't even mind the dirt—he reached in and stirred things around, making sure the lighter wouldn't be the first thing someone saw.
As for the unlit cigarette in his hand, he crushed it and tossed it into the toilet, then flushed.
Only after all that was done did he leisurely open the door, pretending to pull up his pants so Chen Ting would think he'd just finished using the toilet.
"Oh! Squad Leader, what are you doing in the bathroom? What a coincidence!"
His innocent expression was so convincing he could've won an Oscar.
But his back was already drenched in sweat. He was sweating buckets.
"Save it. I was in the second stall just now. You like smoking, do you?"
Chen Ting wasn't buying any of Song Si's act. He'd seen right through him.
Trying to pull a fast one on a veteran with sixteen years of service? The outcome was obvious.
Song Si gaped, stammering without managing to get a word out.
Who could've known their squad leader wouldn't watch videos on his phone while using the bathroom?
That made no sense!
"I'll deal with you later. Go back to the squad first."
Unexpectedly, Chen Ting didn't punish him on the spot. Instead, he told him to head back to the squad.
What was going on? Was the squad leader in a good mood today? Had he let him off the hook?
"Uh, yes, Squad Leader!"
Song Si nodded repeatedly and rushed back to the squad.
"Wait, what's going on with you? Why were you so fast? Are you some kind of speed demon?"
Ji Baichang froze when Song Si