Hang Menglin stared at the wall clock, her heart pounding with an unexpected nervousness. She thought to herself that perhaps it was because of her earlier embarrassing performance that she felt this way.
Indeed, if she kept letting that little girl take the initiative, wouldn't it be a joke? No need for others to laugh; her grandpa would be the first to do so.
There is no second place in the military; this was the creed her grandpa had instilled in her from a young age, and she had always striven for that goal. Unfortunately, she never became the first.
And now, there probably wouldn't be any more chances. She had hoped her disciple would achieve it, but up to now, she hadn't seen a glimmer of hope...
"Thirty-nine!"
"Thirty-eight!"
"..."
There were eight seconds left. Hang Menglin was excitedly stirring within, then stood up and decided to block Little Ye at the door. If she didn't regain her ground today, she wouldn't be able to sleep well!
