"Squad leader, do I really have to drink this?"
"No. People have to take responsibility for the things they've done wrong."
"Lü Qinglong, come over here. If you can't finish it, I'll have Lü Qinglong help you drink it."
"Y-yes, Squad Leader."
Song Si pinched his nose and took a sip, his brows furrowed.
"Urk~"
The suffocating stench shot straight to his head, and his stomach churned.
He clung to the red bucket nearby and retched, as if he were about to throw up his entire stomach.
"You all saw what happened, right? This was serious, and the nature of the incident was extremely bad."
"Don't treat what happened to him like it's some kind of spectacle. Keep it in mind. All right, dismissed."
Chen Ting waved his hand, and the recruits immediately scattered.
Lü Qinglong pulled Song Si, who was still retching nearby, to his feet and shook his head.
He turned and poured the cigarette water from the yellow washbasin into the trash can downstairs.
Chen Ting had actually been quite merciful. Song Si had only taken a sip of the cigarette tea, not swallowed the whole thing.
"Your brain works in such a weird way. It's not like you have to be in a relationship. If you want to date, then date—but why are you so worked up about it?"
"And you're no pure-love warrior. You're just a complete simp!"
Ji Baichang criticized Song Si without holding back.
Seriously, what kind of things had this guy done?
If Chen Ting hadn't been there to cover for him, he wouldn't have been able to keep serving. He'd have been waiting to get sent home.
"I know I was wrong. Stop talking about it."
Song Si lowered his head, as though he really understood what he'd done wrong.
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