Black Mountain Camp.
Ordinary Dormitory Area.
Senior Team Leader Ao Feng walked up to Cheng Han's residence, knocked on the door a few times, and, after confirming no one was inside, waited patiently.
Only two minutes passed.
The sound of footsteps crunching through snow suddenly came from another direction.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
Ao Feng's gaze sharpened.
That walking rhythm was far too familiar. Could it be that old rival surnamed Ling?
Sure enough.
A figure rounded the corner and entered his field of vision.
It was Ling Handong, the other Senior Team Leader who had competed for Cheng Han earlier.
Ao Feng's cheek twitched, and he could not help cursing under his breath, "Fucking pest."
Ling Handong walked up to the door and said with a genial smile, "Old Ao, what a coincidence!"
Ao Feng remained silent, unwilling to pay him any attention.
Looking at his old rival's good-natured smile, he felt an overwhelming urge to punch his face into a bloody mess.
Coincidence, my ass!
Ling Handong said with a grin, "Old Ao, I knew you were impatient. You'd definitely come over here to stand guard. I'm a rather accommodating person, so I won't compete with you for first place."
Ao Feng gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly, Screw your mother.
If you were really so accommodating, then you should not have come at all.
How hypocritical!
Ling Handong kept yammering, "Old Ao..."
The moment Ao Feng heard the words "Old Ao," his head began to ache. He simply turned his head away, too lazy to look at that detestable face.
The mind-piercing devil voice continued droning on. "I once heard a saying: 'You got up early, only to arrive late at the fair.'
"Even if you were the first one to squat here and wait, you might not be