He hated it.
He said, he hated it.
What exactly did he hate? Or whom?
Zhang Fengxi was afraid to think about, let alone hear the answers to those questions.
The alpha was lost. In a complex and insoluble enigma by the name of Xie Jianyu.
When Commandant Zhang was lost in thought, the ones who suffered the most were the soldiers who trained under him.
"Reporting to the Commandant! We have finished the morning training!" a captain reported to Zhang Fengxi, who was tapping at his spear absent-mindedly.
"Hm? What have you all done so far?"
"Uhh, all the regular exercises?" the captain answered dumbly. Commandant Zhang was not usually this hard to please, he thought. Did the commandant possibly sleep on the wrong side of his bed the previous night?
"Hmm."
