Chapter 174 The Bold Confession

There was hardly anything much in my recollections of music students' varsity life aside from the habitual eating, sleeping, and repetitive practice sessions, although much of it was bedewed with the occasional truants, and dates. But there was something that set me apart from your usual university undergraduates: a hidden talent called "Ghost-hunting." Of course, dating was a necessity of varsity life. Besides, as the only little brother who played the Chinese zither, I surely had several female fans. But I never dared to tell Edelweiss about that. Readers please kept this secret for me. Thanks a lot! It was only the third day of the military exercise. I was still not used to waking up even before the rooster's crow, although I would continue the first jog of the morning with half-opened eyes and a still-dozing mind. We would be drilled into running lap after lap. Rest would only come when we could finally run no more. But we had neither any complaints, considering the trouble our instructors had to go through to transform us undisciplined and mischievous greenhorns into proper "heirs to the future" material.