Returning to Songjiang Soul Martial University in the morning, Rong Taotao was once again enveloped in a pleasant atmosphere.
Even though Songjiang Soul Martial was also a world of white, with the city sealed by heavy snow.
But compared to the oppressive atmosphere of Hundred Corps Pass, which felt like "black clouds bearing down, threatening to crush the city," Songjiang Soul Martial exuded a sense of "warmth" from the inside out.
After all, this was a school for teaching and nurturing students, not a military camp at a pass with strict discipline.
After saying goodbye to his friends one by one, Rong Taotao stood at the school gate, unable to help but sigh with emotion.
"Coach Si, I'll leave Taotao in your care," Yang Chunxi said with a smile, turning her head to look at Si Huan Nian.
"It's nothing." Si Huan Nian waved her hand dismissively, placing her other hand on Rong Taotao's head. "Hey, kid. You brave enough to be the night watchman all by yourself?"
