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... side the Military Confinement Room
Under the dim yellow glow of a single overhead light, Zhuang Yan braced himself against the rigid metal frame of his cot, his feet propped on a small wooden stool. Push-up after push-up, his body moved in steady, mechanical precision.
“2,000 push-ups a day? Aren’t you exhausted?”
The duty officer stationed at the door leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with mild amusement. Zhuang Yan barely lifted his hea ...
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