The long night stretched on, and the mountains and forests surrounding three sides of the school added their chorus of insect songs to the late September night.
Walking back to his dormitory, Fang Huai sorted through his thoughts. Under the night lamp, his silhouette appeared rather tall, but not particularly outstanding. However, the thoughts swirling in his head, if voiced, could shock the entire Firefighting forces.
Yet, even this simple silhouette had caught the attention of two people.
Two girls dressed in long-sleeved uniforms were walking towards the service center for soldiers.
One of them said, "Wow, a young freshman, yay."
The other was dazed, "…Huai…"
She didn't complete the name because her memory was vague, and in her nervousness, she had forgotten it.
The figure quickly passed by, only concerned with frowning and watching the path, without making eye contact. His steps seemed slow, and yet in just a few seconds, he had already walked far away.
