To say "wash" may be a bit of an insult to the word; whether it's three minutes or five, it's at best just a "rinse".
Mo Shangjun was used to this kind of military-style management, so adapting again was no problem, but for others, it was a bit difficult.
In their previous units, no matter how strict, there weren't such rules.
It's hard to adapt in a short period of time.
So, amidst the steam of the hot water and the sound of the showerhead, there were many voices of complaints.
"I used to think that those who could finish a meal in three minutes were freaks, never thought I'd become one too."
"There's no shampoo, how am I supposed to wash my hair? One piece of soap, hair, face, body, use it for everything?!"
"Wow, they can be this stingy."
"Stop talking, be careful they might hear, and next time, we won't even have soap."
...
Mo Shangjun quietly listened to their complaints.
