"On the field, around six thousand people were sparsely walking and standing in lines. The atmosphere between the students and the instructors was weirdly strained.
It's as if all of them were suffering in silence...
Mù Qiānxún stole a glance at Ou Zun, who was resting in his jeep. He lounged with his feet propped up on the modified iron railings, his face covered with a hat, betraying no emotion.
Mù Qiānxún had been expecting him to fly into a rage when he returned!
Has that guy suddenly changed his nature?
Mù Qiānxún didn't care about Ou Zun's attitude, as long as he didn't provoke her.
But why did she feel so uneasy?
They all stood in a sparse line under the scorching sun at three o'clock. Being packed together in a military-like stance felt like torture.
The September sun was like a red hot chili pepper; it was unbearable. Especially at three in the afternoon, it felt like they were pieces of meat being mercilessly grilled on a cutting board. Everyone felt cooked.
