After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

the next morning.

After a short rest, Leng Ran returned to Storm Military Academy to continue her classes. This morning was her elective close-quarters combat class.

After logging off last night, Leng Ran worked overtime to design the selection competition content until late at night before finally going to sleep.

Having barely rested, Leng Ran, sporting dark circles under his eyes, headed towards the close-combat training ground. By then, a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance, all peering around as if searching for something.

"Hey~ they're here, get ready."

Noticing Leng Ran approaching, the military academy students spontaneously made way for him, stood on both sides of the road, and shouted in unison.

"Good morning, team leader!"

One second Leng Ran was yawning, the next second he was instantly roused by that powerful voice.

"Good morning, good morning, everyone." Leng Ran rubbed her ears as she walked. "Class is about to start, hurry up and get in."

"Please leave the team first!"

“Okay, but…” Leng Ran suddenly turned around, a slow smile spreading across her face, “I always like to time things perfectly, like the last few seconds.”

In other words, the military academy students who entered the training ground after her were most likely to be late.

They will be greeted with heartwarming extra training from their instructors.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the military academy students all turned deathly pale, but they still stubbornly refused to move, determined to let Leng Ran go first.

Leng Ran quickened her pace and, as she entered the gate, casually said, "Twenty seconds left."

There was still some distance between the training ground gate and the classroom, and as she expected, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"Why couldn't this door be wider?! I hate it! Please don't push me, thank you!"

"I was thinking of welcoming them off, but I ended up getting myself into trouble, sob sob."

"It was worth it, it was worth it! It was just extra training, nothing more!"

"No, I don't want extra training! If you want extra training so badly, then you go in my place!"

Ignoring the military academy students scrambling to squeeze through the gate behind him, he chuckled coldly and ran ahead to the training classroom.

Today's instructor for close combat is Instructor Song. He is standing in the empty classroom, frowning, checking the list of registered students again and again.

"That's right, quite a few people signed up for this course," Instructor Song said, puzzled. "Class is about to start, why isn't anyone here? Did Storm notify us of the wrong time and location? No way..."

He entered the classroom with five seconds left in the morning: "Good morning, Instructor Song."

The digital clock on the wall jumped to 8:00 precisely on time.

Unfortunately, everyone except Leng Ran was late for this morning class.

Instructor Song looked up from the list: "Hmm? Mo Li? Since you're here, it means Storm didn't make a mistake. Where are the others...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Instructor Song clearly felt the ground shaking. A large group of military academy students were rushing over. Although Shao You successfully rushed to the front, he was running too fast and couldn't stop in time. He fell down right in front of Instructor Song, his head hitting the ground hard. He gave Instructor Song a belated New Year's greeting.

Shaoyou: ...My silence was deafening!

Having never seen anything like this before, Instructor Song silently took a step to the left; he didn't want to receive such a grand gesture.

Shao You grimaced as he got up, and his good friend Yu Jiu quickly came to help him up: "Instructor Song, um, we really didn't mean to be late, I can explain!"

Instructor Song suddenly realized: "Late? Oh right, now that you mention it, I just remembered!"

Everyone glared at Yu Jiu, whose mouth had been covered by Shao You, with resentful expressions.

Instructor Song smiled gently: "Just late? Same old routine, extra practice will do. Now stand in line, class begins!"

The military academy students hung their heads and stood obediently in a line. Leng Ran found a spot on the far side and stood ramrod straight.

Instructor Song walked to the ring area in the center of the training room: "Now, I'm going to demonstrate some basic movements commonly used in actual combat. Watch carefully!"

Instructor Song's aura shifted instantly; his usual gentle demeanor vanished, and his eyes sharpened. Straight punches, hooks, side kicks, knee strikes... the entire sequence of movements flowed smoothly.

Upon closer observation, Leng Ran realized that Instructor Song's every movement was precise and powerful. If any of the military academy students present were to be hit by such a blow, they would at least suffer a fracture.

Unexpectedly, Instructor Song, who usually seems so amiable, is quite a formidable character when he gets serious.

Some people were focused on watching the movements, but others' minds had already wandered outside the classroom.

Yu Jiu stood dejectedly beside Leng Ran and whispered, "Leaving the team, when are you planning to hold a selection competition?"

Leng Ran didn't move his lips, but responded with his mental power: "Soon, in the next few days."

Yu Jiu: "Have you heard about the extra points? As long as each grade sends 500 people, they can get an extra 500 points in the military academy league! What do you think about that?"

He secretly hoped that Leng Ran would choose this model, with each grade competing for the five hundred spots. Only in this way would the first-year students have a chance to join the league.

However, Yu Jiu also understands that the third and fourth graders are much stronger, and with them on the team, the chances of winning the championship will be greatly increased. It would be understandable if they left the team and refused to share the spot.

His cold gaze remained fixed on Instructor Song: "I don't want to force this number; it's too rigid."

This meant they weren't planning to split the spots equally. Yu Jiu was a little disappointed, but she didn't show it.

"But I will ensure absolute fairness. This time, I will not use the previous method of selecting the strongest in each event to participate, but rather a team competition," Leng Ran continued. "Individual strength is indeed an advantage, but teamwork is still the key factor."

"No one can withstand an army of thousands of strange beasts alone. When the lone wolf dies, the pack lives."

Yu Jiu's disappointed heart began to beat again. If the team cooperated properly, the lower-grade students might not be without a fighting chance!

His voice unconsciously rose a little: "Great! I'll leave the team, I'll definitely participate!"

Yu Jiu's voice eventually reached Instructor Song's ears, and he put on a stern face: "Yu Jiu, step forward!"

"Yes!" Although Yu Jiu was flustered, she still stepped forward.

He suddenly understood why leaving the team only required telepathic communication.

"What are you muttering to yourself about? Are you so eager to move on to the next stage?" Instructor Song strolled up to him. "Then I'll grant your request."

"Today's original teaching plan was for you to practice in pairs, but since so many of you are late... as punishment, let's change your practice partners."

Instructor Song stopped and said, "Mo Li, step forward and get onto the stage!"

Cold silence: ...So, was it me or them who got extra training?

Regardless, she still stepped onto the ring without hesitation.

She's very good at one-sided beatings.

Seeing that Leng Ran had no complaints, Instructor Song nodded in satisfaction: "Everyone can only use the basic moves I just demonstrated. It's a gauntlet tournament, with Mo Li as the champion. Class is over after the tournament. Mo Li, is that alright?"

Class is over after the match? Leng Ran was tempted, but she still had to prepare for the selection competition.

"Become the champion? No problem. But, could we change the rules a little?" Leng Ran cracked his knuckles, revealing a practiced villainous smile. "A tag-team battle is too troublesome. How about everyone here coming at us together?"