Tian Xingjian felt that war was truly hateful. In the morning, he had to guide rookies at the repair training camp, and in the afternoon, he had to endure Russell's torture. He barely had any free time and had to constantly engage in various self-punishments.
If there weren't a war, who would have time for these damn things? He hadn't even had the energy to peek at Ann Lei's baths for days, fearing he might collapse if he accidentally exhausted himself.
Fatty placed his legs over his shoulders, sat on his head with his butt, rolled back and forth, and sighed. Every time he practiced yoga and saw his muscular body being squeezed into different shapes, he felt a particular heartache!
