Several days later.
The day before Training Camp began.
The long whistle of a train echoed as a small green train sped along the tracks toward Shangjing City.
By a large square window, a young man sat lazily in his seat, propping his head up with his right hand. His gaze lingered on the scenery flashing past outside, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.
Just then, a boy of six or seven poked his head out from behind the seat and suddenly reached over to yank the young man's hair.
The young man winced in pain and turned back with a frown. The little boy stood on the seat behind him, curiously tugging at his hair while giggling.
"Are you sick?!" Anger flashed through the young man's eyes.
"Why are you being so fierce?" A woman beside the boy stood up and glared at him. "He's just a child. What's wrong with letting him play around? He only pulled your hair once. What's your problem?"
"You..."
The young man was about to curse her out, but then he caught sight of the boy's childish face in the seat behind him. After hesitating for a long while, he gave a cold snort and turned his head away.
We'll be in Shangjing soon... No point stooping to a little brat's level.
He thought to himself.
Leaning against the window, he watched the distant city flicker in and out of view outside. A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he slowly closed his eyes...
In the seat behind him, the little boy blinked, then slyly reached out again, intending to grab the young man's hair.
Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught the old backpack clutched tightly in the young man's arms, and curiosity appeared in his eyes.
Taking advantage of the