Night was approaching.
Bo Huan was almost drenched.
Hmm... all the backpacks and stuff are in the tent...
Shit...
Bo Huan couldn't help but curse, secretly wondering what to do.
But just lying here isn't an option.
I need to rest up and go back to tear that green tea bitch apart.
Heh...
Xu Jiaojiao...
I'll make her regret meeting me and joining this program.
...
Soon, after pondering for a moment, Bo Huan moved his body with difficulty, then leaned against a tree trunk to stand up.
Covered in mud, it was really unwatchable.
But the rain was heavy, so as it washed over, the mud on him was cleaned off.
Bo Huan quickly checked the equipment on himself.
Hmm... there's a military knife, which he always carries, and the watch on his wrist.
The rest... really nothing else.
So pathetic.
The main thing is his left ankle burned with pain, but it probably wasn't hurt badly, just a sprain.
