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Clang—

The blinding white glare of the incandescent lamp snapped on with a harsh click.

So dazzling… It hurt his eyes.

Fang Jing squinted painfully, turned his head, and under that piercing light, slowly forced his eyes open.

What greeted him was a strange room: two walls were mirrors, the other two were bare concrete. Directly across from him, eight large, upright characters were neatly inscribed: "Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist."

And there, right opposite him, sat two soldiers in deep green uniforms, backs ramrod straight.

So… this was an interrogation room?

“What the hell… was that a bicycle or a runaway freight truck that hit me, to knock me out like this…” Fang Jing muttered under his breath, glancing around the room.

He was just trying to figure out how to explain—convincingly—that he’d been knocked out by a bicycle, when the blinding lights suddenly snapped off.

“You’re awake?” The voice was gentle, warm—like a trustworthy uncle next door. It immediately put Fang Jing a little at ease.

“Awake, awake. Say, comrade, I just got hit by a bicycle—was it really necessary to get the military involved?” Fang Jing scratched his head, lowering it in embarrassment.

How humiliating. He’d just finished his medical exam, about to enlist as a university recruit in the fall, and he’d actually been knocked unconscious by a bicycle. Now the military had to mediate? The shame was unbearable.

Worse, he’d surely be the laughingstock of the entire company at boot camp.

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