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At the command, the carriages slowly set off, their wheels rolling and kicking up clouds of dust.
Everyone watched the departing convoy, silently praying that they would win victory at the first stroke in the Gaoying Tournament's Provincial Preliminary, bringing glory to the Academy and honor to their families.
Zhu Wuneng let out a long breath and sighed. "We're finally off. That hellish special training is finally over."
Wang Baoqiang hastily agreed. "Exactly! I thought the captain was downright unfair. He just dusted off his backside and left, leaving us there to keep taking a beating."
A wicked smile curled Dugu Fu's lips. "That's what I'm saying. The Young Master's mind is positively devious."
Looking indignant, Chen Shurui complained, "Thirty straight losses! Who crushes people's spirits like that? He was practically beating us to death. I don't even know how I survived."
Chen Bin wore a tight expression too. "He just wanted to recreate his own experience of losing every sword match and make us taste the bitterness he went through back then."
Ma Liang could not resist grumbling, "That unscrupulous brat!"
Niel Seven immediately chimed in. "+1."
Ji Bochang answered with a smile. "+1."
Mei Jibo's expression was ice-cold. "+1."
When it finally came to Ma Wencai, he looked rather wooden. Eventually, he offered, "How about we make him cook us a feast to reward us?"
Everyone: (°ー°〃)
Beside them, Su Ningxia and Gao Cuilan covered their mouths and chuckled at the sight.
Resting his hands on the windowsill, Wang Baoqiang gazed outside and said wistfully, "Look at that. It's embarrassing to admit, but I've never once left the Southern Five Commanderies in my entire life."
Niel Seven sighed deeply and replied with a miserable expression, "Hey, don't think you've had