Time has lost its meaning for Wang Fan now, because he spends his time either training or resting, so there is no concept of day or night.
The only difference was that Uncle Feng forced Wang Fan to eat three meals a day.
"Kid, get up and have breakfast."
When Wang Fan, exhausted and barely able to keep his eyelids open, heard Uncle Feng...Wang Fan was drowsy while eating breakfast.He got up from the grass at the shooting range.
Wang Fan didn't go home to rest all night; he seemed to have gotten used to sleeping outside.
"Hiss hiss hiss, my arm."
Sure enough, just as Wang Fan had said last night, he was wearing sandbags on his arms.Guns really do cause soreness the next day.
Wang Fan's arms felt like they weren't his own anymore as he slowly got up from the grass.
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