On the Hero Being a Middle-Schooler

Duan Muyan raised his head slightly and looked at the dark starry night at a 45-degree angle. He stood on a slightly raised slope full of enemy corpses. He didn't speak, just stood there. "Boss, what should I do? Is there something wrong with this kid?" "I think too, I feel like there's something wrong with his brain." "What should we do? Just wait like this?" "Then you go first." "No boss!"