Disguised as a man, she returned to the military academy and was forced to study again.

Yan Qi exited the virtual forum and patted his chest with lingering fear. Too fanatical! They were even more terrifying than he'd imagined...

She disconnected the auxiliary computer and sat up from the sofa. The academy had no classes scheduled as the semester was nearing its end, leaving the students with plenty of free time.

The weather was getting colder, so Yan Qi didn't wear his school uniform today, but casually put on a white sweater. The soft white texture of the clothes gave the handsome boy with black hair and black eyes a gentle aura.

Yan Qi casually flipped through her study plan. Since what happened was inevitable, there was no point in losing her temper. She thought carefully, adjusted her plan, logged into her private simulation platform, and began retaking her course.

The atmosphere in the command department office had been quite low since yesterday. Because they hadn't been able to purchase the Sad Pig Intestines item, the order they'd been waiting for hadn't been made.

Old Man Wen locked himself in the office and made a video call.

When the call was connected, Ma Xiu was not very interested. He had spent the whole day yesterday looking at the Class A commander information sent by his adjutant, but found nothing.

No one else had a similar reasoning method to the one he had in his command question. Thus, his wishful thinking was thwarted. The other party had become invisible, as if they had completely withdrawn from the military system.

The identity of this "Sad Pig Intestine" was so mysterious that it gave him a headache. At one point, Ma Xiu wanted to break into the core of the empire and directly pull out the "Sad Pig Intestine" account to find out who was behind this vest.

Two elderly men, each with their own thoughts, sat facing each other via video call.

Ma Xiu spoke first and asked, "Good evening, old friend. It seems that the students' works have been selected?" Ma Xiu saw that it was already bright daylight over there, and added with a smile, "I was wrong. It's already morning over there, unlike me, an old man who is still staying up late here."

Old Man Wen said directly: "The students' plan has been put forward, so please review it, Marshal."

He is still very satisfied with the results of this training camp.

If I can’t take a picture of the new product of Sad Pig Intestine, can’t I get the other eight reasoning ideas?

Old Man Wen sent out the ten selected reasoning plans with confidence.

Seeing Old Man Wen's determined look, Ma Xiu spoke with interest, "You seem very confident. I'm really looking forward to it! I just wonder what the plans of the top students from our White Lion Academy will be like."

After receiving the reports, the ten deduction proposals were displayed on the holographic projection. The adjutant standing behind Ma Xiu couldn't help but follow each report. After reading them one by one, Ma Xiu stared at a few of them in deep thought, then turned to the adjutant and said, "Xiao Li, what do you think?"

The adjutant's eyes lingered on the screen, and he stepped forward and pulled out a few reports he thought were good. Ma Xiu smiled and reached out to pull out another report he thought was acceptable.

I counted them and there were exactly five.

He felt a little relieved in his heart. White Lion Academy has produced some outstanding talents in recent years. The reasoning plans they made during their time at school have reached the level of entry-level commanders.

In a few years, the White Lion Academy will produce several famous commanders.

"I'm not disappointed." Ma Xiu happily picked up the teacup beside him, blew on it, and said, "Five of the proposals just passed. I'll send you the remaining eight reasoning ideas later. You must cultivate these young talents well."

When Old Man Wen heard this, he finally felt relieved and said with some pride: "Children from White Lion Academy are naturally good."

"Really? When I saw you just now, you looked nervous, but you weren't as relaxed as you said." Ma Xiu couldn't help but tease, marking out two more questions. "Also, you didn't put enough effort into the ranking. Why is the tenth place more exciting than the ninth, yet ranked behind? Could it be that your eyesight is blurry?"

There was a lightness in Ma Xiu's tone, but there was no smile in his eyes, and there was even a hint of inquiry.

"This student's ranking was determined by a vote from the entire Command Department instructors. Although he didn't employ any impressive tactics, Number Nine's feasibility in actual combat simulations was much higher than Number Ten's, so we placed him ninth." Elder Wen stated sternly, without a trace of panic on his face. "Furthermore, Number Nine is the only first-year student among this group of senior students."

"You mean he is in the first grade?" Ma Xiu asked in surprise.

"Yes, the only first-year student."

After receiving a positive answer, Ma Xiu's eyes fell on the command plan again. The reasoning method of this plan was indeed very ordinary, and at first glance it even seemed a bit out of place among a bunch of mediocre plans.

But the advantage is that the entire reasoning process is seamless and the key points are well grasped. It is a plan with five-state balance.

The rigorous reasoning is indeed hard to tell, and it is just a plan deduced by a first-grade student.

If such talents are cultivated over time, I am afraid that they will not only be Class B commanders, but may even be Class A or even King level.

Ma Xiu's eyes fell on the signature of the plan, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The young are really to be feared.

Then he calmly picked up the teacup again and said apologetically, "Okay, I apologize. I did misunderstand you in this matter. After all, this person has been entangled with power for a long time, so it's inevitable that he will think the worst."

Old Man Wen didn't bother to be polite with him and snorted coldly: "You are suspicious."

Ma Xiu smiled and continued, "This first-year kid has unlimited potential. You must train him well. If anything goes wrong, I will find trouble with you. If you really feel that you can't teach him well, why not give him to me!"

"Don't bother with that." Old man Wen answered perfunctorily. What kind of joke was that?

I have quarreled with Cang Hong countless times over this brat, so how could I tolerate anyone else interfering?

Ma Xiu wasn't upset at being rejected. "Hahahaha, you've forced so many excellent reasoning solutions out in just one month. I'm afraid the rewards for the top ten won't be small, right?"

"Just ten reasoning letters."

Ma Xiu was stunned. He didn't expect it to be so generous.

He reached out and flipped through the submitted proposals and said, "That kid in this grade is quite worthy. In all the years since the school opened, only a handful of first-year students have received letters of recommendation. He must be so happy."

Old Man Wen said noncommittally, "I'm busy with finals, so I'll log off first. Remember to send me your 8-point reasoning plan."

What they didn't know was that Yan Qi didn't even want a recommendation letter. She'd originally aimed for 20th place, but she'd underestimated her own abilities, missing out on credits and struggling to retake classes.