He practiced it to perfection, and last night he pinned Old Yuan to the ground, forcing him to wash his smelly socks for a month, hahaha...
Then he remembered his unlucky hand and shed tears of pain.
—Why is his luck so bad! Why, despite all the incense offerings and prayers to deities, can't he grab a Cleaning Circle!
As for the Cleaning Circle quota exchanged by offering Major Qin... he would have to wait until military training ended.
...
At a certain base in Beijing.
In a tightly guarded office.
A group of people sat around the desk, their eyes fixed on the large screen, while Chang Geng sat below, casually adjusting the small hourglass in his hand.
Until the girl on the screen said to the men in military uniforms, "Alright, let's train up to here for today."
Only then did he lift his head.
