Early next morning, Mù Qiānxún went to school, for the first time ever taking it easy during the morning run.
All for the simple reason of having a bit of a trauma from getting a heat stroke during yesterday's run.
Thus, in the morning when Ou Zun came to wake her, she slickly slipped under his armpits and dashed off like a fugitive.
Ou Zun was unable to catch her.
Military training began at eight in the morning.
She arrived at seven fifty, when people had already started to line up. Each group had two hundred people- men and women. The groups had already been assembled previously. Mù Qiānxún was in group nineteen.
First row, first place.
She was the leading face of the group.
"Qianxun!"
Suddenly, her shoulder was tapped. As she turned around, she saw a familiar face. "Xiao You?"
