Thinking about it, Fang Huai gathered up the bags in his hands, freed one to stop his mom's shoulder, and smiled,
"To show my true intentions, buying these bracelets and necklaces won't cut it. Come on, I'll take you to buy them."
...
The firecracker sounds mark the end of the year, a warm spring breeze carries with it Tusu wine.
Good news: tomorrow is New Year's.
Bad news: this afternoon, the eighth Five Kilometers test of winter training.
At the Sports Field, snowflakes gently falling, there stood a group of muscular men at the starting line of the Five Kilometers, wearing short sleeves, shaking their hands and feet as they carried 6.8L full air tanks on their backs.
They didn't want to wear short sleeves either.
But wearing too much would mean they couldn't achieve good results, and they'd get scolded later as well.
"F*cking Demon King Fang! I knew half a year ago that this day would come, but damn, it's come so fast!"
