Noon, just past 12 o'clock.
The training camp base, originally quiet and peaceful, had become abnormally noisy.
Several buses were parked in the square in front, with tourists seen carrying bags and rolling suitcases around.
Tour guides raised bullhorns and waved little flags, ceaselessly calling out for their group members to line up and keep up.
The bustling crowd was loud and lively, making it seem as though this site had become a famous tourist attraction.
When Fang Cheng returned to base after finishing his underwater training, he was quite astonished at the scene before him.
He almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.
But Fang Cheng had no time to concern himself with this.
Because lunchtime was almost over, and the cafeteria was about to close.
He hurriedly made his way through the crowded throng of people to reach the cafeteria hall on the west side of the first floor.
