Yan Anhe was so angry that her heart and lungs hurt.
It was indeed true that when the wall falls, everybody pushes.
"Pill Alliance..." Yan Anhe pursed her lips, "Aunt, how is the matter of the Ji Family heir going?"
In the Pill Alliance, she was just an Outer Sect Disciple without even a Sect to call her own now.
Improving one’s status was not an easy task.
"It’s definitely going to be me, no need to think about it anymore," Yan Ruoxue said nonchalantly. "Even though Wen Fengmian has many more Merit Points than I do, he doesn’t know the international figures, nor those from the Ancient Martial World."
"When the time comes for the vote for the heir, people from Professor Manuel’s laboratory will come over to help me, and you know people from the Pill Alliance. With so many backers like us, are we still afraid of Wen Fengmian?"
Yan Anhe was relieved at this.
The final vote was next month, and no matter what, she had to help Yan Ruoxue secure the Ji Family.
It was their last resort.
**
In the following days of military training, the students were all energized, no longer having to endure the tedious team drills.
The Yi Character Team had a special training base for the freshmen of Imperial Capital University, located against mountains and surrounded by a lake, boasting good air quality.
The first day involved mountain climbing, along with camping and a party in the evening.
The second day was for shooting training.
The students were thrilled to get their hands on the simulated guns.
After the Second Team Leader finished explaining the precautions, he let the instructors lead the students from each company into separate training.
The shooting training here was very basic, far from what the reserve team members practiced.
But there was always some error, and even Ning Yuze couldn’t achieve a perfect score every time.
At this time, Company 19 became the object of envy for the other companies.
Because out of all the instructors, only Fu Yunshen demonstrated perfect shots every time, scoring full rings with ten bullets.
He wore his uniform, his eyebrows and eyes deep and passionate.
Just standing there casually, he attracted a lot of attention.
"The girl over there, step forward," Fu Yunshen tossed the simulated handgun he held, his eyebrows raised, his tone languid, "You’re the outstanding student of this batch, you should have learned already. Come, demonstrate for the other students."
Ying Zijin glanced at him, then stepped forward and took the simulated handgun from his hand.
His palm was warm and soft, but his fingertips carried a trace of coolness, sweeping over her palm and leaving a tingling sensation.
Ying Zijin’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
She took a step back, held the gun, and casually fired at the distant target.
"Bang bang" ten times, ten bullets in the center rings.
Celebratory music sounded over the training ground.
The students were dumbfounded: "Holy shit!"
Ji Li had been mentally prepared but was still stunned.
Ning Yuze had only glanced over, but his gaze froze instantly, even forgetting to drink water, his hand rigid.
"Team, Team Leader Ning..." Beside him, Instructor Xing swallowed, "Look at her gun-holding and shooting posture, doesn’t it look like, just like that day..."
Another instructor turned his head silently, struggling, "We can’t say it’s similar, it’s exactly the same."
"..."
The reserve team members were somewhat dumbfounded.
They suddenly remembered what the Second Team Leader had said to them—
"It’s because you’re leading military training that you’ll see her."
But who could have known it would be this kind of sighting?
The reserve team members were somewhat collapsing.
Back then, Ying Zijin had been bundled up tight, they only knew it was a young girl, but they didn’t expect her to be so young.
Not even twenty years old.
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