The brook babbled, and the cool breeze blew gently.
In the weak light of the flashlight, Yan Gui squatted by the water, dutifully handling the wild rabbit in his hands. A blade he picked up from somewhere was wrapped in a rag after being cleaned, used to mercilessly dissect the rabbit.
Mo Shangjun sat on a nearby stone, holding a flashlight in one hand pointing at Yan Gui, resting her chin on the elbow propped on her knee, a straw in her mouth. She gazed at the grass swaying in the wind across the brook, the distant forest hidden in the night, leaving only black silhouettes, the howling wind making it appear eerie and gloomy.
"By the way, that Ding Jing..." Yan Gui dug out the rabbit's innards, wiped his sweat with a hand, "I talked to her once."
"Oh?"
Mo Shangjun gave a bit of a reaction, though not exactly surprised.
Among this batch of trainees, except for a few, Yan Gui estimated he had talked to the better-performing ones.
