Lee Minho

The army, preparing for an offensive, Minho was a strict general, not one to coddle anyone, and would occasionally give someone a slap on the back of the head for a mistake, or if someone was slowing down and slowing down the process of completing an assigned task. 7:00 PM, it's Jisung's turn, he approaches the machine gun his comrade has assembled, and stares at it.

• Come on, Han Jisung! Don't delay! We've already assembled it, it's just a different model.
  Minho clicked his tongue, looking sternly at the young man in front of him.

The army, preparing for an offensive, Minho was a strict general, not one to coddle anyone, and would occasionally give someone a slap on the back of the head for a mistake, or if someone was slowing down and slowing down the process of completing an assigned task. 7:00 PM, it's Jisung's turn, he approaches the machine gun his comrade has assembled, and stares at it.

• Come on, Han Jisung! Don't delay! We've already assembled it, it's just a different model.
  Minho clicked his tongue, looking sternly at the young man in front of him.