Zhou Hanliang was hesitating when the sound of a whistling wind reached his ears. Instinctively, he contorted his body, and a dark shadow whizzed past his ear, crashing heavily into the wall, leaving a noticeable small dent — it was an iron pen holder!
Like a gust of wind, Zhou Hanliang "flew" out of the room. If he stayed any longer, his life would be over! After stepping outside, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily, dragging his heavy steps back to his dormitory. The moment his figure disappeared, the office door pushed open, and Zhou Mikang stood at the doorway, her expression cold, with a hint of subtle apology in her eyes...
Early the next morning, the two met on the training field. Zhou Hanliang instinctively shrank, "I'm sorry!" he dropped the three words and sprinted ahead. It took him a while to snap out of it, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
The commander apologizing? It was something unprecedented, and he dared not even dream of it!
