Lu Yuanming walked out of the training ground, his Soul Body also disappeared.
After completing six hours of political work and concurrent studies, Lu Yuanming chose mathematics as his study focus for the day. An hour later, he arrived at the training ground for combat training.
Six hours of work, one hour of study, and one hour of training later, the time was now 3:20 in the afternoon.
Lu Yuanming frowned at the time, appearing as perplexed as an old man trying to use a smartphone.
"So there should be at least eight hours of work each day!" Lu Yuanming murmured in complaint.
"Brother, are you getting a bit too obsessed?" Lu Yuanmin complained, "Humans aren't machines. You should understand the saying 'moderation in all things,' right? Despite your constant claims of being a worker's son, you're worse than a capitalist now. Capitalists just want money, while you're going straight for their lives."