After collecting their clothes and books, everyone went their separate ways.
They watched Wang Yan head out with an empty hiking backpack, then return with it stuffed full. Yu Hao, who had come over to visit, asked, "How come every one of you went out and bought so much stuff?"
Jiang Yunming replied, "Didn't Xiao Haiyang say there was nothing good to eat at military training? There's a little mini-mart there, but it doesn't have much and everything's expensive. Of course we had to bring our own stuff. It's not like they said we couldn't."
Ma Jun chimed in from the side, "Exactly. Bring some food ourselves, and we can eat better over there."
Luan Mengyu grinned foolishly. "Xiao Haiyang has all that advanced experience, so obviously we have to learn from him. The other dorms bought stuff too. Don't tell me you guys didn't?"
"Of course we bought some," Yu Hao said insincerely. "But don't tell me Xiao Haiyang never told you they inspect your belongings at the base—or were you all selectively deaf?"
"We'll bring it first and deal with it when we get there. I refuse to believe they can run a supermarket but not let us bring our own food, forcing us to spend double the money there. What kind of logic is that?" Wang Yan looked full of youthful defiance.
"You'd better hope so!"
Yu Hao rolled his eyes, then changed the subject. "You definitely don't know that Xiao Haiyang had another piece of advice he didn't tell everyone."
"What?"
"Sanitary pads!"
"Sanitary pads?"
Yu Hao said smugly, "You got your shoes back and tried them on. You know how hard those soles are. Twenty days! A full twenty days! Running and jumping around in those crappy shoes—how are our soft little feet supposed to