Chapter 46 Isn't there always someone leading her astray? —Zhang Lurang The summer in Z City was especially scorching, with the heat rising from the cement ground in waves. Not far away, the phoenix trees seemed as if they were melting into streams of green under the motionless, windless sun. Occasionally, a few students passed by on the narrow path, holding umbrellas, whispering while glancing in this direction. University military training lasted for half a month and was significantly more…