Mu Yuan sat in the classroom, feeling like he was on pins and needles, unbearably uncomfortable. A certain unspeakable part of him was embarrassingly sore from improper use, making him particularly irritable all morning. Jack was projecting a sandbox map, carefully explaining. The classroom was mostly filled with army officers and commanders, who were always enthusiastic about Jack's classes. Mu Yuan wasn't particularly enthused, mainly because he had plenty of chances to interact with Jack privately. However, he was one of the main figures among the Army Commanders and was responsible for tactical exchanges this time, so he had no choice but to sit and listen. Jack's voice was pleasant and well-suited for teaching, which Mu Yuan usually enjoyed, but today he just wanted to tear off Jack's righteous face.
"Sir, are you not feeling well?" a Lieutenant Commander asked nervously.
Mu Yuan straightened up, assuming a comfortable demeanor, and said blandly, "The weather is too hot."
