Perfectionist Ling Qingyu
"Be ready!" The platoon leader exclaimed.
Ling Qingyu stiffened at the thought of flying through fires and explosions. Whoops, if one bullet hit her, her body would be shredded into pieces.
"Go. Go. Go. Hustle up." With his speech, the light turned green.
Ling Qingyu bit her lips while sliding the clipper above attached to her rope for parachuting mechanism.
At the last moment of her step, she sprang out of an aircraft and fell weightlessly. A snap entered her ears but she had no time to care since her attention was only on her flight.
Soon, a huge jolt yanked her back and her falling speed slowed down to a halt and continued dropping at a low terminal velocity.
The chute behind her had opened successfully. If her chute malfunctioned, she would have nowhere to cry since she knew nothing about emergency alternatives.