When Qi Xing returned to the dormitory, Qian Jiale was already leisurely sitting there drinking tea. Seeing him coming in with large and small bags, he went forward to check them and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, all practical stuff. Seems like you haven't lost your mind in a hurry."
"The ticket?" Qi Xing, too anxious to be polite, stretched out his hand.
"Here." Qian Jiale slapped the ticket into his hand, "It's a late-night train, fewer people, so you can blissfully sleep through the night." He bought a hard sleeper.
"Thanks!" Qi Xing hugged him and patted him, not knowing what else to say for a moment.
If he hadn't talked things through, Qian Jiale would definitely have bought him a soft sleeper, but now, by doing this, he was considering him from the ground up.
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Commander's Office.
Political Commissar Yuan looked at Master Zhou with speechlessness on his face: "You really granted him leave and let him go back?"
