Another day of military training ended.
Just as the stern instructor had given the dismissal command, the majority of the first-year Clinical Medicine class let out a collective groan.
Those who had still been standing with energy suddenly wilted like frostbitten eggplants, some even sat down on the ground with a plop, or lay down right after sitting, no longer wanting to move.
"Boss, seeing how energetic you are, don't you feel tired at all?" Cao Jianhui, whose skin had darkened, came over, patted Luo Ziling's shoulder, and said with a dissatisfied expression, "How are you so tough? You look as excited as if you were injected with chicken blood. Is it because all the pretty girls were cozying up to you during the training?"
During the military training, many of the girls in the class kept glancing at Luo Ziling, and girls from the neighboring class often came over to cozy up to him during the rest breaks, which made Cao Jianhui very envious and unsatisfied.