The Heavenly Medicine Group is currently in a growth phase, and she needs to check on it more frequently. She didn’t want to spend all this time on some military training.
"What? Miss, did you say that wrong?" One of the instructors asked in astonishment. He didn’t have a hearing problem, right? Or was he dreaming?
"Do you have any idea what you’re talking about? Instructor Zhao is the most formidable among us instructors, excellent in all aspects of combat. You, a little girl, want to compete with him?" Another instructor voiced his disbelief, feeling that the girls nowadays were just too overconfident.
Qin Qin ignored the speaking instructors and looked up at Instructor Zhao.
Instructor Zhao, masking the shock in his heart, frowned and looked at Qin Qin. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, are you scared, Instructor?" Qin Qin said, her lips curling into a smile.
"Fine, if you beat me, I’ll excuse you from military training," Instructor Zhao nodded in agreement.
Lao Wan sneered from the sidelines, thinking Qin Qin was out of her mind to even consider competing with a military officer.
The rest of the students and instructors all watched this scene in shock, forgetting about the military training as they all crowded around.
A large circle formed, enclosing Qin Qin and Instructor Zhao together.
Not far away, Leng Yan leaned lazily against a tree, watching the scene unfold with a slight smile on his lips, finding the girl called Qin Qin quite interesting and audacious. The first time he saw her, he noticed her immediately, not understanding why, but indeed she stood out among many others, which even surprised him.
"What are you looking at, Leng Yan?" a male student asked as he slapped Leng Yan’s shoulder, standing beside him to look at the scene not far away. "Huh? What’s happening? What is that girl doing with the instructor? They’re not actually competing, are they?"
The speaking student had a sunny appearance, handsome features, and was good friends with Leng Yan. Coming from a top-notch wealthy family, his name was Huang Jinhong.
Leng Yan didn’t speak, but continued to watch the scene unfold.
On the field, Qin Qin stood opposite Instructor Zhao, the distance between them merely two or three meters.
"I can let you use one hand," Instructor Zhao said sternly. Facing a girl like Qin Qin, he felt he should give some leeway.
"Instructor Zhao, if you let Qin Qin take advantage, don’t regret it later," Gan Tiantian said from the side, sure that Instructor Zhao had no idea of Qin Qin’s capabilities and that there would be quite a spectacle to watch in a while.
Instructor Zhao looked toward Gan Tiantian and scoffed. "Regret? My dictionary does not have the word ’regret’ in it."
"Well then, I look forward to seeing Instructor Zhao lose," Gan Tiantian said with a smirk, anticipating his regret later.
"You should be worried about your friend. Instructor Zhao is a particularly formidable person in our troop. Your friend, doing this..." one instructor shook his head, seemingly skeptical about Qin Qin’s chances.
"Yeah, Qin Qin better not end up crying for her mom and dad," Lao Wan added mockingly from the side, her eyes alight with excitement, eagerly waiting for the moment Qin Qin would end up battered and bruised.
"Shut your mouth, you can’t even speak clearly; what right do you have to talk about Qin Qin?" Gan Tiantian despised Lao Wan the most—absolutely detestable.
Mu Chienchien also looked coldly at Lao Wan. "Say less, no one would think you mute. How could you have the face to go out looking like that, Lao Wan?"
Infuriated, Lao Wan glared at Gan Tiantian and Mu Chienchien. "Hmph, don’t get too smug, you’ll be the ones crying later."
"Hmph, we’ll see who’ll be crying," Gan Tiantian stuck out her tongue at Lao Wan.
"Enough Tiantian, let’s not lower ourselves by even speaking to someone who can’t make themselves clear," Mu Chienchien whispered, pulling Gan Tiantian aside. The once self-deprecating Mu Chienchien had started to develop a darker sense of humor after spending time with Qin Qin.
"Mu Chienchien, you’re asking for it," Lao Wan tried to rush forward, held back by her two lackeys.
"Wanwan, don’t bother with them, it looks like it’s about to start."
Lao Wan, fuming with anger, gave them one last glare and huffed, turning her attention to the center of the field.
In the center of the field, Qin Qin smiled and lifted her lips. "You’ll let me use one hand? Instructor Zhao, actually, that’s what I was going to say to you."
"That’s quite a bold claim there!" said an instructor from the crowd, who had never seen a student talk so big before.
Qin Qin glanced at the speaking instructor, her indifferent gaze causing a brief pause, and a chill surged from deep within the instructor. For a moment, he felt that this girl might actually be able to make Zhao Meng fail, but how could that be? A mere eighteen-year-old student from Beijing University and a girl at that.
"Since you’re so arrogant, I won’t hold back anymore," Instructor Zhao said, letting his previously folded arm fall to his side, feeling a growing desire to teach this presumptuous girl a lesson and show her that big talk shouldn’t be thrown around casually.