An Jing had experience leading new recruits in modern times, and she had seen countless embarrassing moments of new recruits. Moreover, she considered both military training and martial arts practice extremely serious matters. No matter how funny someone's blunder might be, An Jing always maintained a stern face.
So, at this moment, even though Wang Youbao's failed attempt to catch the stick was quite comical, An Jing had not a trace of a smile on her face. Instead, she stood seriously to the side, hands clasped behind her back, just like an instructor watching over them.
Xiao Changyi, though expressionless, kept an eye on An Jing with the corner of his own. Seeing her standing there valiantly, as if she were surrounded by a layer of light, a hint of amusement flickered in the depths of his cold eyes.
The moment the amusement disappeared, he swung the stick with a sweep, fierce and powerful, as if his energy were piercing through the rainbow.