At five in the morning, before the sky had even brightened, the buildings within the Jinling Military Region still slumbered in the night.
A fresh breeze swept by, carrying the scent of grass mixed with mud, and on a synthetic track, a row of figures stood as straight as lighthouses.
Someone jogged into the synthetic track.
"Reporting, I'm late!" Lu Xiaoyou stood before Yan Nanxun.
When she had sneaked out of her dormitory, Jing Yuan had noticed her; she explained for a moment, and in rushing toward the athletic field, she missed the exact time she had arranged with Yan Nanxun.
Yan Nanxun lifted his wristwatch to take a look, "You're fifteen seconds late, Lu Xiaoyou. Fifteen laps around the track, get ready!"
Receiving a punishment the moment she reported in, Xiaoyou didn't offer further explanation. She called out "Yes!" and ran onto the synthetic track.
Yan Nanxun continued from behind her: "I'll give you 20 minutes. For every second you're over, add another lap!"
"Yes!"