The scorching sun blazed in the sky.
Under the noonday sun, the GS9 Special Base felt like a furnace.
In this city, the idea of mild seasons is a joke, with only the extreme heat living up to the summer landscape.
Cicadas chirped, eagles swooped, trees were lushly green—a scene of natural beauty, with plants and animals leisurely at ease. Only the people living here were driven to exhaustion by training, left to find some amusement after grueling weighted assessments to pass the dull, unbearable time.
During lunch break, the male team's new and old trainees gathered together, chatting to kill time while also fostering bonds between the two groups.
Lately, they always had the same topic—Mo Shangjun.
"It's been a few days since Mo Shangjun last came, hasn't it?"
"After almost tearing down Lord Yan's office door last time, she hasn't been back."
"What a pity, I miss her sarcastic jabs, my bones feel uncomfortable without them."
