Jeon Hyeok-Su barely managed to make his way back to the living quarters while being supported by other soldiers. However, resting was impossible as the senior soldiers mobbed him almost immediately after his return.

“What the heck happened to you, Hyeok-Su? Why do you look like a soggy mop?”

“...I was running around the training field, sir.”

The senior soldier asked in confusion, “Why? Did the quartermaster catch you goofing around or something?”

“No, sir. I was, uh, exercising...”

“Who'd exercise until they end up in this state? Wait, Hyeok-Su, did your girlfriend leave you?”

“Sir, I don't even have a girlfriend, to begin with.”

“My bad...” The senior soldier sheepishly backed off.

However, Jeon Hyeok-Su couldn't care less and continued to pant laboriously away. He finally gave in and lay down on the wooden floor, unable to say anything else.

Another senior soldier got irritated by that sight. "This brat? Hey, can't you see your seniors standing before you! Where are your manners!"

“But, sirs. I'm really dying here. You know I'm not the type to fake it, sir. Actually, I... I think I should go to the infirmary first...”

The senior soldier dismissively waved his hand. "You were just jogging for a bit, so why the infirmary, dude?"

"But sir, I am really dying..." Jeon Hyeok-Su replied helplessly.

“Never mind that. Where's our maknae?”

“Wow, that maknae... Urgh...” Jeon Hyeuok-Su shuddered involuntarily. “That brat is totally insane, sir!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I ended up in this state after running against him, sir!”

“Huh? Seriously?” The seniors were taken aback and stared at Jeon Hyeok-Su, hoping to get some clarity on the matter.

They all knew that Jeon Hyeok-Su used to be an amateur track-and-field athlete, boasting superior stamina and physique. For someone...