Gu Zhaohan remembers, the first time he heard the name Xia Yangyang.
It was on the third day of the university's military training upon admission.
At that time, he had just returned to his country a few days ago, unaccustomed to the local food and water, and still hadn't adjusted to the time difference.
Scorching summer days, high-intensity military training.
Worse, they encountered a military officer who was so severe and harsh it was almost sadistic.
At that time, the military training was not divided by faculties or classes.
It was randomly assigned, sixty people in one class, coming from different faculties, different classes.
At that time, to train their endurance.
Every day before lunch, under the blazing sun, the instructor would have them stand under the burning sun for half an hour.
Those few days, he was already feeling unwell, but he held on.
Just when he felt he could no longer hold on, his vision gradually dimming.