During the month of military training, the food was monotonous.
In the scorching summer, what the students frying under the sun probably wanted most was a bottle of ice-cold Coke.
Some students even began to hallucinate, muttering during training, imagine, in this kind of weather, after the training, going back to the dorm, then taking a cold shower, and having a nice sip of icy Coke.
Gosh, it's a kind of life one dares not even dream of.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
Although this class of students didn't go to a training camp fifty miles away, the school had turned the entire dormitory and playground into a camp area, with completely closed management. Aside from a cafeteria under unified management, there was nothing else for sale.
Of course, capable students could still manage to get their hands on some other things, but if they were caught, they would be directly criticized in a notice, and their military training grades would be deemed unsatisfactory.