If the boys couldn't stand it, there was no need to mention the girls. As for thinking of a way… What way could they think of? All the new students were the same. No one was special. What way could they think of?
"I thought that military training would be fun. It's only been one and a half hours. I don't want to play anymore. I don't want to play at all. I want to dry myself under the fan, eat popsicles, play games, and lie on the bed…"
"I want to do that too. I'm so damn tired! My calves are trembling from the marches. We kept turning left and right… I'm dizzy."
"Everything else is fine. It's just that it's too hot. I can't take it. I feel like I'm going to have a heatstroke."
"There are still nine and a half days left. Friends, the long march has just begun!"
