Gu Qingjiu froze.
She didn’t know what she should say next.
She thought the incident from before had peacefully tided over, but she didn’t expect it to be intrinsically linked in such a manner.
Because she couldn’t enter the advanced training camp, Yu Bao’er had no interest in the basic training.
She was the kind of person who right from the start did not enjoy this type of training method.
Silence engulfed the two of them.
At that moment, Feng Meiyun and Jiang Yu entered the room.
Because of their conversation, Gu Qingjiu recalled that it was Feng Meiyun who had entirely enticed their previous fight.
She received the same punishment as Yu Bao’er, and she had yet to be kicked out of the military camp.
Against these kinds of trouble instigators, Gu Qingjiu could feel her disgust and hatred surging.
The glare she sent to Feng Meiyun was deadly cold.
Cold like a deep ravine, capable of causing hairs to stand.
When Feng Meiyun met Gu Qingjiu’s glare, she recalled her viciousness when she strangled her last time. She shuddered and lowered her head immediately, not daring to look at Gu Qingjiu.
When Jiang Yu, who was standing behind, saw Gu Qingjiu’s glare, it startled her as well.
She had no idea when Feng Meiyun had angered Gu Qingjiu.
They’ve significantly toned down for this period of time, so logically speaking, there should not have been any chance for any conflicts to arise.
But Jiang Yu was smarter than Feng Meiyun. She thought more into it and realized that the test period was nearing. Could her hatred be related to that?
She still couldn’t guess exactly what her glare was for, though.
Gu Qingjiu’s glare only lasted for a few seconds before she retracted the daggers in her glare once again.
She held Yu Bao’er’s hand. “It’s okay. I will support you no matter what you chose.”
Other than this, there was nothing else she could say.
She wished for someone to accompany her, but she couldn’t be so selfish as to ignore Yu Bao’er’s feelings.
Yu Bao’er nodded before she filled in the blanks on the form. At the bottom of the form where it asked if one was interested to continue in the army, she wrote ‘No.’
In the afternoon, the training continued.
Chen Haoyang collected all the forms. After instructing the recruits to self-revise after they were done with the training, he returned to the office.
He carried the stack of forms, but upon reaching the entrance of his office, he heard a cold voice inquire from behind him. “Chen Haoyang of the Third Company’s Ninth Squad?”
It startled Chen Haoyang, and he slowly turned around only to find out it was He Niancheng.
The man’s slender and tall figure was clad in his uniform and his posture was straight like a cypress tree.
His aura was like those of the ice ages—so cold yet elegant, like those of the royal family.
And since he was in his uniform, it felt as if a god had descended.
Chen Haoyang’s heart trembled. He then consciously straightened his posture to greet respectfully. “I am! Good afternoon, Commander He!”
Although He Niancheng held the title of ‘Chief Instructor,’ he didn’t show up frequently like how other instructors like Chen Haoyang do. They seldom saw him.
Suddenly hearing He Niancheng take the initiative to call him made Chen Haoyang both excited and nervous.
He Niancheng stepped forward. His tall figure could cast a shadow as he stopped in front of Chen Haoyang.
And the man in front of him spoke in an indifferent tone. “If I recalled correctly, Gu Qingjiu is a recruit under you?”
“You did not.” Chen Haoyang shook his head as he looked up carefully at He Niancheng. “To reply to Commander He question, Gu Qingjiu is my recruit.”
He Niancheng’s gaze shifted to the forms which he held in his hands.
“Let me look at her form.”