When Zhuang Xian and Zhuang Hang were done with their registration at Saint Capital University, it was seven o 'clock in the evening when they returned.
Lin En had been waiting at home for them to come back for dinner. She looked at her precious daughter sitting beside him and asked, "Xian 'er, what do you think of the school? Do you like it?"
Zhuang Xian took a sip of the hot pork rib soup and smiled, "It's good; I like it."
Sitting opposite his sister, Zhuang Hang added, "Everything about the Saint Capital is good, but the annual military training is so torturous! And it's getting more and more exaggerated with each passing year. It wasn't even this exaggerated when third brother entered school last year!"
Lin En looked at Zhuang Hang and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
