The next day.
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 like this 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.
