Xie Yun: "...Won't you throw up during this afternoon's training?"
Yan Yuying smiled and said, "This afternoon we have theory classes, no training, it's okay."
Xie Yun: "That's not bad."
Yan Yuying said, "If you can't eat it anymore, just put it back. It's a bun and it hasn't been touched. It's okay. If you've only eaten half of it, then there's nothing you can do. You'll have to finish it."
It is impossible to waste without wasting.
Wasteful behavior is now a blatant offense and will be singled out for criticism. Didn't you see that comrade who was forcing food into his mouth picked up and ate a little of the stuffing on the table when it fell?
She leaned closer to Xie Yun and whispered, "This is my first time here, and it's like eating from the same big pot in the old days. Everyone has big eyes and small stomachs."
Xie Yun carefully felt her stomach and decided that she should listen to the advice. She couldn't force herself to eat, for fear of damaging her stomach.
Xie Yun lowered her head and walked over to the bun basket, put the two buns back, and walked away again with her head lowered, hoping that no one saw her face.
Xu Laowu, who was standing in line behind her and had also taken six buns, followed her with his head down and put three back. She had just run too fast and was overloaded, so her appetite was poor and she only ate three.
Xu Laowu was very upset that she didn't eat two buns. Normally, she should have been able to eat five!
After a few minutes of rest, we filled our bowls with rice soup and then gathered at the training grounds. Following the organization's unified arrangement, we entered different classes and began our own theory lessons.
Each student will receive a notebook and a pen when entering the classroom. There are two students at a table. A copy of the "Militia Military Training Manual" is placed on each desk, and two students share one copy.
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