The morning passed, and the afternoon was even harder to endure.
Luckily, there wasn't much training at night; after symbolically standing at attention for a while, the instructor left them the rest of the time to play.
With the company of girls from the School of Economics, the young lads from Fifth Camp Fourth Company were quite lively. Huai Xu showed up out of nowhere. He stood next to Zhou Li, observing everyone's performances and occasionally exchanging a few words with him, grinning foolishly. His sense of participation was even stronger than Zhou Li's.
Suddenly, a chorus drifted across the soccer field.
"Unity is Strength..."
"Chilly wind, drifting, leaves falling..."
Zhou Li turned his head to look, only to see two squads sitting under distant lights, someone teaching them to sing.
One squad was taught by an instructor, the other by a squad leader.
He suddenly had an ominous feeling.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure approaching with a stern face.
