Early morning.
A ray of morning sunlight passed through the window and gently fell across the boy's face. Lin Qiye's eyelids trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes...
He saw that sliver of sunlight outside the window, froze for a moment, then sat up in bed. He glanced at Baili Pangpang, who was still sleeping like a dead pig, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
"Five thirty..." Lin Qiye glanced at the time, the confusion in his eyes deepening.
Where was the whistle?
Normally, around five in the morning, the instructors would blow their whistles outside. Only then would they rush to the training grounds to assemble, returning to wash up after morning training ended...
If the instructors were particularly insane, it wasn't impossible for them to blow the whistle at two or three in the morning.
But today... it was already five thirty. Why was there still no movement at all? Could the instructors be in a good mood today and want to let them sleep a little longer? One question after another surfaced in Lin Qiye's mind.
Go back to sleep for a while? He definitely wouldn't be able to fall asleep.
Since he couldn't sleep, Lin Qiye simply got out of bed, picked up his toiletries and washbasin, and quietly pushed open the door.
The hallway outside was equally silent.
Only when Lin Qiye reached the communal washbasins did he see several other figures.
Special forces soldier Zheng Zhong, Cao Yuan, and two heirs of Ancient Martial Arts Families. Lin Qiye remembered that one was called Mo Lan and the other Li Shaoguang.
"Qiye, you're awake too?" Cao Yuan asked when he saw Lin Qiye arrive.
Lin Qiye hummed in acknowledgment and looked toward the training grounds in confusion. "I just don't know