September 5th, Tuesday.
Two in the morning.
Chang'an West Station.
Carrying her luggage, Chen Rourou bustled out of the station.
She spotted Zhang Beixing in the crowd at a glance, waved excitedly at him, and trotted over.
"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, who are we going to fight next?" Looking at Zhang Beixing, Chen Rourou asked happily.
Fighting his way across the entire country—what an incredibly cool idea! She was already impatient to be a witness to this!
Hearing her question, Zhang Beixing chuckled lightly and placed his hand on Chen Rourou's head. Stroking her hair as if petting a cat, he said, "Don't rush, it's not the time yet."
"Not the time? Then when will it be the right time?" Chen Rourou asked, full of anticipation.
Zhang Beixing offered a knowing smile, the hand on her head stilling. "Of course, we have to wait until you've completed your emergency training!"
