The scorching sunshine was like molten iron, splashing on the deserted training ground, and the rising dust mixed with the smell of sweat entered the nose. Song Shi'an was carrying a backpack that was half a man's height and staggered on the sandy ground with military boots. The straps of the luggage behind his back made his shoulder blades hurt. He was gasping for air, and his throat was so dry that it felt like it was on fire.
"Fuck... I should have known that I would have stopped chatting with Akai and the others last night. This place is too far away!" He cursed lowly and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The training camp gate in his sight was clearly a few hundred meters ahead, but it seemed like there was an endless track across it. Today is the day for new recruits to enter the camp. The check-in time is at eight o'clock in the morning. Now the clock is already past eight-thirty, so it is certain that they will be late.
As a passionate young man who loved to join in the fun and was full of energy since he was a child, Song Shi'an had been yearning for the military camp for several years. It's not because of any feelings of family and country - of course he also has this stuff - but mainly because he heard that he can practice his real skills in the military camp and have a good fight with a group of gentlemen. But he never expected that he would fall into the little gutter of "being late" on the first day.
