Standing on a high platform, Song Yue also spotted her amid the crowd.
Song Yue's expression almost faltered, and the comrade beside him quickly gave two soft coughs.
He immediately straightened his demeanor and stood tall.
This wasn't the time for nostalgia.
When all the newcomers were gathered, the chief instructor of this military training began his speech, first saying, "Take out the contraband items in your backpacks! Absolutely no electronic products or snacks allowed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of groans arose, and the chief instructor's face sank, scolding them with a stern and fierce tone.
Rong Zhi didn't care much; she had only brought a few changes of clothes anyway. As for the bracelet, it wasn't considered an electronic product, at most it's a nuclear weapon.
Three minutes later, everyone had sorted their backpacks, and the instructor checked them. When it was Rong Zhi's turn, that instructor inspected quite perfunctorily, obviously being lenient.
