Ye Qian beside them had already started shadow boxing, apparently warming up.
Seeing such a comfortable and quiet atmosphere,
Li Qingming instead sat up straight, tightening his collar.
This had almost become an instinct for him.
The more fear he felt, the more excited he became.
The more desperate the situation, the more optimistic he was.
And now, as everyone relaxed,
In a rare move,
He was fully alert.
...
As it neared 7 a.m.,
The mist dissipated, and the morning sun cast a thin veil of gold over Xunlong Town.
In the warm glow of dawn, food stalls have steaming hot vapors rising, the streets gradually filled with people and vehicles, and the laughter and chatter of students echoed in front of the school.
A new day in the small town had begun.
But an undercurrent of tension was hidden beneath it all.
If you looked closely, the faces of the food stall owners were furrowed with worry, frequently glancing to the north.
