Mid-October, as warm and clear as spring.
With the Ministry's winter training documents issued, the atmosphere in the Kunzhi campus begins to heat up like fire.
A small playground could hardly fit the over three thousand students spreading their hands to practice, and many teams had been pulled outside, hustling like ducks on the avenue crowded with indestructible fallen leaves.
"Move faster! If you don't want to march like ducks, be careful, or I'll make you kneel on the ground later! One hour for each kneel!"
"What's wrong? You want a rest in your sophomore year? Next year, as juniors, you'll represent the school to face the Army Academy! By then, there will be no Number 1! If you don't train well, who will go? You? You? Or you?"
Since Fang Huai returned from the Army Academy, his name had echoed throughout the school.
However, it wasn't related to his grand plan.