Around six in the morning.
The trainees at the New Student Camp stood with military precision on the training ground, nervously awaiting today’s outcome, because a simple verdict could completely change their destiny.
Lan Siming had yet to appear, leaving them to stand in the cold wind, tense yet hopeful.
Yet, they all found it strange. Lan Siming, who was never late, was being delayed. Could something have happened?
Indeed, that was the case...
In the officer’s exclusive loft overlooking the entire training ground.
Lan Siming gritted his teeth, pointing at a stack of new trainee files, saying, "The training is over! You want an extra match? Are you dissatisfied with my judgment?"
"If you’re truly dissatisfied, go tell the Princes! I won’t change the rules, nor will I rashly add matches!"
Lan Siming was about to explode with anger. What started as a good day was ruined by someone adding to his troubles early in the morning.
Things already decided were challenged with a high-profile demand to change the regulations, impulsively! Not allowing him any chance to breathe.
Now he was blocked in his office, unable to leave, could anything be more outrageous?
"Anger harms the body!"
Li Yan sat calmly in the chair, supporting his chin with one hand, a faint smile on his lips.
You come looking for trouble, yet don’t let people get angry—is there any justice in this world...
If Lan Siming wasn’t afraid of losing to Li Yan, he would have already made a move!
Infuriated, he slammed the chair and said, "If you have an idea, spit it out quickly! Hundreds of people are waiting for me at the New Student Camp! I don’t have time to dawdle with you!"
"I have no ideas!" Li Yan raised his eyebrows.
No ideas, yet you stop me?
It’s like you’re mocking me!
"As for the Weapon Strike competition, forget about it! I’ve already submitted the evaluation report to the senior officers! It’s approved, even if you add a competition, it won’t change their scores, so it’s meaningless!"
"I never intended to change their scores!"
Li Yan’s deep pupils slightly contracted, his smile crooked, as he said, "Don’t you think it’s not good?"
"What’s good?" Lan Siming was a bit puzzled.
"The true strength of this group of new trainees!"
If he guessed right, Lan Siming had long suspected that Gu Tong had other skills, so he wouldn’t be blocking him .
In fact, this was Li Yan’s real intention: to use this opportunity to explore Lan Siming’s thoughts.
"You suspect as well..."
Lan Siming knew that with Li Yan’s abilities, it couldn’t be hidden.
It was just a matter of time.
But he didn’t expect it to be so soon...
"What do you want to do?" Since it wasn’t about the evaluation, Lan Siming was tempted. He had to admit, Li Yan understood him particularly well.
"Artifact Technique evaluation, standardize the measurement of trainees’ shooting levels. It could save the regiment’s future training workload, killing two birds with one stone!"
"But if so, the trainees might be on guard and might not reveal their true abilities..."
Li Yan’s deep pupils focused, saying word by word, "You can say nothing!"
What kind of lousy idea is this...
If he said nothing, the trainees would be unsure, more worried about scoring low, naturally striving to seize this opportunity...
So, the test results would naturally come out!
Is there anyone worse than Li Yan...
Lan Siming wanted to vomit blood...