West City University.
The military training life continued, with sweat pouring down like rain under the scorching sun.
The pampered young masters and misses couldn't avoid moaning and groaning.
Haggard as dehydrated fish after the morning training, everyone was too tired to even talk.
The melodious sound of a piano floated from a distant building. Both those versed and unversed in music were intoxicated by the sound, serving as a delight in the otherwise monotonous military training life.
"How I envy the campus belle, who gets to practice piano instead of suffering through this."
A group of young girls gathered, casting envious glances toward the direction of that building.
"What can we do? They bring glory to our university. With the highest level preliminary competition in less than half a month, she has to focus on her piano practice."
The people around chimed in.
