Early in the morning, at five o’clock, Yue Santie finished washing up and habitually came to Mo Datong’s room, knocking on the door: "Boss, time for morning exercises." The door slid open, and Mo Datong grinned while punching the other guy: "Kid, give them a break today." Yue Santie suddenly patted his forehead in realization: "I forgot the intensive training ended, look at my memory, could this be a sign of premature senility?" "You’re showing signs of senility at 24? I think you’re just fine." Mo Datong closed the door: "Since you’re here, join me for a morning workout." Yue Santie looked around mysteriously and lowered his voice: "Boss, we’re about to leave, what are you planning to do about Lin Lan’s matter?" "You sure have a lot of concerns, let’s go, 10 laps around the field plus 200 push-ups, see who finishes first." Mo Datong walked while stretching his limbs to warm up. "You’re on, you think I’m scared of you?" "One, two, three, four!" Hearing the sudden loud chanting, the two exchanged a glance and quickly went outside, only to discover that the trainees had already spontaneously lined up in two rows, starting morning exercises led by Zhan Hao and Luo Ye! Mo Datong nodded in satisfaction: "They’ve become real soldiers now!" "In terms of skills, they have surpassed most soldiers, in terms of brains, each of them is the pride of the heavens. I have a feeling that in a few years, some of them will have higher ranks than me." "It won’t take long for them to surpass me either, they’ve got the capability, the drive, the talent, the intelligence, and importantly the right environment. They’re also young. We finish the Chapters of excitement they could not, and what they leave unfinished will be taken over by those who follow. The beauty of life is that the future is always filled with hope, and we have strived, struggled and worked hard for this hope, and that’s enough!" Yue Santie clicked his tongue twice: "Boss, I think you’re turning into a philosopher." "Enough nonsense with you. Come on, let’s run a couple of laps with them too. In the curtain call performance, how could we not take part?" "True that!" Yue Santie hurriedly followed. "One two one, one two one..." "One, two, three, four!" Loud slogans, vibrant smiles, and nimble figures in olive green... brought vitality and passion to this early winter morning! After breakfast, the trainees went back to the dorm to pack up and prepare to leave. Content originally comes from Nove1Fire.net Everyone felt a bit uneasy, not knowing whether the Commander would be too difficult to get along with, not knowing if they could turn the tide in the exercises, not knowing... "Luo Ye, I’m feeling anxious." After finishing packing her things, Xing Nong sat on the bed, patting her chest. Luo Ye glanced at her: "Let Zhan Hao take your pulse." "Stop it, you know what I mean!" "Your lips could hang a vinegar bottle the way they’re pouted." Luo Ye teased. Seeing Xing Nong pout her lips and her eyes turning red, Luo Ye stopped joking and comforted her by patting her: "Qiu’er, even if we don’t end up in the same group, it doesn’t matter, right? After the exercise is over, we’ll still be together." "Some things don’t just go away because you worry or are afraid. Calm your heart and maybe everything will turn out fine, right?" "I hope so." Xing Nong responded dejectedly. Yaoguang laid a hand on Xing Nong’s shoulder: "Qiu’er, everyone has their own life and responsibilities. We can support and help each other, but we can’t overly rely on each other. If Luo Ye always has to carry us two dead weights, the pressure on her is too great." "How annoying, you’re the dead weight! I’m the sharpshooter!" Xing Nong rolled her eyes at Yaoguang: "I’m not as calm as you. I just want to be on the same team as Luo Ye." "Of course, I also want to be on her team, but is there any use in being sad? If that helps, I’d go throw a tantrum at the gate right now!" "Go ahead, I won’t stop you." Xing Nong waved her hand, already feeling much better, just as she said, her childhood experiences made her especially vulnerable in the face of friendship, finding it hard to remain as detached and calm as Yaoguang. "You naughty Qiu’er!" Watching the two become lively in an instant, Luo Ye took a deep breath. Yaoguang’s boyish character was a great lubricant among the three, not talkative but always hitting the nail on the head. Thinking back to the first time she saw her, who could have imagined today’s situation? At 7:30 in the morning, representatives from the Red Army and the Blue Army arrived at the training base for cadets at the same time. The representative of the Red Army was Ye Xuan, and the representative of the Blue Army was Feng Tianzhi. The two stood in front of the team, causing a stir among the cadets. Ye Xuan’s handsome and upright appearance versus Feng Tianzhi’s refined and handsome features, each with their own charm, it was normal for female cadets to have some little thoughts. The draw papers were written on the spot by Mo Datong, folded and then placed in an opaque box. The sixteen cadets drew in turn. Luo Ye unfolded the draw paper to find the number 1 written on it, instead of red or blue, which made her wonder why Mo Datong had not announced which number represented which side? "Luo Ye, what number did you get?" Xing Nong looked at her own, and peered over, her face falling: "I got 2, looks like we’re not in the same group." "I also got 2." Before either of them could ask, Yaoguang quickly reported her drawn number. Luo Ye hugged them, saying nothing—having them together was better than being separated, and it gave her some peace of mind. "Everyone come report the number you drew." Mo Datong shouted. The results were quickly tallied. Those who drew the number 1 were: Luo Ye, Ji Sisi, Yan Han, Liu Xing, Li Xiaobei, Jing Feng, Liang Xiaorao, and Lu Jian. Those who drew the number 2 were: Zhan Hao, Sang Cao, Yu Na, Wu Zetian, Yan Xingnong, Mo Yaoguang, Wang Tianlin, Li Midong. After Mo Datong finished reading, he paused slightly before announcing: "Those who drew the number 1, follow Lieutenant Colonel Feng Tianzhi of the Blue Army, and those who drew the number 2, follow Lieutenant Colonel Ye Xuan of the Red Army." "Luo Ye?" Xing Nong looked at Luo Ye, her eyes turning red with concern. "It’s okay." Luo Ye patted her, yet she felt there was something fishy—why wait to announce which side each number represented after all the numbers were drawn? It didn’t make sense. But even with her suspicions, she couldn’t question it. The draw was supervised on-site. As a soldier, obedience was paramount. If she really questioned it, just for that alone, she could be kicked out of the A-Team selection! "Group 1 and 2 line up, prepare to board the vehicles." Yue Santie was carrying out his last task. Luo Ye instinctively looked over at Yu Na, who was beaming at Ye Xuan as he handled the handover procedures. Feeling Luo Ye’s gaze, Yu Na glanced back and nodded at her, then fixed her eyes back on Ye Xuan. "Shameless!" Xing Nong stomped her feet in anger, whispering to Luo Ye: "Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on her for you. Now, I think it’s actually good that we’re not on the same team! Nu’an’s update will arrive tonight, and the next update is before 9 o’clock tomorrow morning. The ionic catalyst is coming, sweetness will drip, happiness will drip, hmm, a little support maybe? (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. There are more Chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)"