The night enveloped the valley. As the team went out for training, only two sentries remained quietly standing at the entrance, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. The bright moonlight scattered across the land, draping it in a layer of silvery gauze—soft and beautiful. The valley was shrouded in a peaceful atmosphere, and in the middle of the square, the national flag fluttered in the wind, adding a sense of virility and dignity to the valley.
Luo Zheng, following Lan Xue's advice, hadn't gone to the back mountain for training that evening as he usually did. With confusion, he knocked on Lan Xue's door. Lan Xue opened the door and gestured for Luo Zheng to enter. The room was very tidy and simple: bunk beds, a desk, a few chairs, a small wardrobe, and a corner with a thermos. The only thing of value was the laptop on the desk. It wasn't open but plugged in, with the power light on, indicating it had recently been used.
