"Anyway, you two should also be a little more restrained, although it is true that you have been holding it for a long time, but it is not a matter of drinking like this......" Alicia complained about the two lying motionless on the table as she cleaned up the cups on the table. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ah...... Anyway...... It's nothing to do today......" Derek, one of the two, continued to bury his face under his arm and said, "And...... It's not like I haven't confirmed...... The guy across from me...... It's really no task......"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you two are really nonsense, what can I do?" Alicia said with a wry smile as if laughing at herself, and then looked at the other person lying on the other side of the table: "It's that guy, if I can really take a day off, I really want to thank you!" ”

"What...... I didn't expect even you to look down on me......" Listening to Alicia's words, Trode, who was lying in that direction, slowly got up, leaned back in the chair and yawned a lot, and looked at Alicia with still a little hazy eyes and said, "Do you know...... If I just slept like this for a day, I'd have to give that guy 50 marks...... That's a bargain for him......" Trode staggered to his feet and walked towards the door.

"Hey! Where are you going? Alicia stopped Trode from behind, and said with concern, "You drunk, you who haven't eaten breakfast, what can you do now?" ”

"It's morning workout! Morning exercises! Trode waved his hand without looking back, "It's not good to practice twice...... I didn't eat breakfast...... And you can sober up along the way...... Belch! Trode's words were not finished, and he was interrupted by a burp that suddenly surged up, but the physical movements did not stop, and Troder still dragged his slightly shaky body and went out for morning exercise.

"Anyway...... That guy has always been like this, right......" Derek, who was lying on the table, spoke again as Trode's footsteps faded away.

Hearing this, Alicia's expression couldn't help but feel a little lonely, she sighed softly and said: "That's it, although she always says that it's okay, but no matter how good her body is, she can't stand it, if it weren't for the mental support......"

"Mental support? No kidding......" Derek, who heard this, sat up, slowly lit a cigarette, looked in the direction of Trode, and said, "That home...... It's just that you can't find support to get to where you are now! ”

"Like...... It's a little too drunk......" Walking on the road in the early morning, Trode shook his head and tried to make himself sober, but the soberness didn't come, only another big yawn: "This guy is making great progress in this area......"

In the midst of last night's hard work, Trood had undoubtedly lost. However, this is not an unusual thing, because from the very beginning, he is completely inferior to Derek in this regard, and this guy doesn't know when he will become more drinkable again, so it is only natural that Trode will be easily defeated.

Due to the effect of alcohol, Trode had forgotten what he had said to Derek last night, but when he thought that the other party was his closest friend outside Team 217, it didn't matter what he said, after all, although that guy was very arrogant, he was not a microphone, and he could still keep secrets.

And after thinking about these things, his mind returned to the morning exercise, he really wanted to train, not put on a show for Derek to see. Unlike when it could only be monotonously trained, because the war has now entered an extremely smooth stalemate stage, units such as the 47th Division, which has strong combat effectiveness and are still active, can be allocated more supplies, and some of them are specially used for training.

It was because of this situation that officers and soldiers like Trode, who were loyal to their daily training, received a lot of favors, and Trode was finally able to practice his marksmanship without caring about the stock of bullets. However, although the training and opportunities have increased, Trode's marksmanship has not increased much, at best, it is the level of an average soldier, which is simply sorry for the amount of time spent.

But today he is still a little drunk, he will definitely not be able to do such a delicate job as shooting, the best way is to do some physical activity, sweat, so that the alcohol can also be eliminated with body fluids. Thinking like this, Trode walked to his familiar morning exercise area, and he saw at a glance that Tryna was doing pull-ups not far away.

Same as Trood...... No, more serious than Trolle to be exact, that's Tryna's attitude towards morning workouts and all other daily exercises. Although in terms of physical fitness, Trena is far from the top few within the 217 squad because she is a daughter and is still very young, but in terms of her serious attitude towards training, even Tlot, who is extremely admired by others, cannot be compared with her at all. It's the simple loading and unloading of the rifle and the basic actions of unloading, Tryna has to practice countless times a day, and the guns issued to her for practice don't know how many have broken, but it hasn't reduced her attachment to it in the slightest.

"Hey, dude, you're here!" Seeing Trode coming, Troena flew down from the iron bar as soon as she let go, and ran in front of Trode in three or two steps. However, after smelling the strong smell of Trod's body, he showed a wicked smile and said, "Who pulled him to drink last night?" ”

"Derek." Trode knew that this kind of thing couldn't be covered up at all, so he didn't defend it, but said frankly: "I haven't talked for a long time, so I drank two glasses...... But I didn't expect that guy to be so good now......"

"Humph! I'll let you go this time! Tryna poked Trode's chest and said, "It's better to get less alcohol on that thing, it's not very good for the body, and it's easy to delay things." ”

"Really......" Trode scratched his head, feeling his still somewhat stiff body, knowing that Tryna's words were not wrong at all. However, even Tlord, who can't drink much, is really a little hungry if he doesn't dip a little bit after a long time!

But it's not the wine that's the craving, it's the feeling of being intoxicated with it...... (To be continued.) )