"Great Officer Meng, we will miss you."
"Yeah, Great Officer Meng, without you, it really feels like somethingās missing in our camp."
A few Supervisor Guards stood at the door watching him pack his things.
Meng Xinian packed up his things, stood up, glanced at them, and said casually, "Alright, what do you want?"
These rascals, did they really think he believed they were reluctant to see him go?
Just last night, the cafeteria erupted with cheers when they found out he was leavingāwho were those cheers coming from?
One of the Supervisor Guards grinned and said, "Officer, we really donāt want you to leave, which is why we all came to ask you for something to keep as a memento."
Meng Xinian raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? The last few guys asked for pork floss as a memento. What do you guys want?"
"What? The pork floss is gone?" The few Supervisor Guards exchanged glances, feeling a bit regretful.
"If only we had come sooner!"
"Itās your fault," two other Supervisor Guards beside him smacked him on the head, "saying youāre too scared, hesitating for ages, and now someoneās beaten you to it!"
The Supervisor Guard who got smacked shrugged his neck and said, "No worries, no worries, the officer must still have rabbit jerky! Letās ask for that!"
"Alright, thatās what weāll take!"
As they talked, they all eagerly looked at Meng Xinian.
Meng Xinian really couldnāt help but laugh and cry at the same time.
These rascals were clearly eyeing the good stuff Little sent him. Usually, they tried every trick in the book to snag a bit whenever they had the chance. Now seeing him leave, they intended to clean him out.
And they said it so grandiosely.
He opened the cabinet, pointed to a few jars inside, and said helplessly, "Alright, alright, whateverās left is in here, take it."
The few Supervisor Guards immediately cheered and rushed forward, each grabbing a jar. "Thank you, Officer Meng!"
"Go on, go on, look, thereās nothing left. Let the others know so they donāt come for a wasted trip!"
After those Supervisor Guards dashed off, Meng Xinian shook his head and picked up his luggage.
He didnāt know if he was too much of a failure or if the attractiveness of Littleās food was simply too strong, outshining him completely.
He glanced around the camp area, about to leave, feeling a bit reluctant in his heart.
But he wasnāt one to readily show emotions, so he remained calm on the surface, carrying his luggage downstairs.
As he reached the training ground, he suddenly saw a group of silhouettes.
Everyone was standing in formation on the training ground, facing him.
"Salute!" someone shouted, and everyone snapped into a salute.
"Farewell, Great Officer Meng!"
Over a hundred voices merged into one, uniform and loud.
Meng Xinian looked at them and returned the military salute.
He saw those rascals who came for mementos earlier, smiling in the crowd, and Meng Xinian mentally called them out with a laugh.
"Officer Meng, weāll be waiting for you to come back and visit us when you can!"
"Alright, Iāll come. Make sure you train well, donāt slack off. If I find youāre too weak then, Iāll resort to hand-to-hand!" Meng Xinian waved his fist.
"Yes, sir!" Everyone loudly responded in unison once again.
Meng Xinian exited through the main gate and saw the Jeep parked outside, striding over.
Yang Zhiqi sat in the car, glanced at him through the window, and teased, "That was quite a warm farewell. Didnāt you say these kids would tear up quietly, hoping youād leave sooner?"