The Young Marshal Is The Most Suspicious

Yun Xi raised her head, closed the book, and chuckled lightly. Her smile was radiant in the afternoon sun.

"It's the first time I've participated in this kind of competition. I don't know what the teachers' and professors' assessment criteria are. I guess I'll leave it up to fate. Even if I can't represent the country, it's a good experience to be able to participate in this training camp!"

Zhao Yumo nodded. "You're right. More importantly, I get to meet a lot of new people. Let's communicate, learn and improve with each other!"

Not everyone was aiming for first place in this competition. If Zhou Chengzhe wasn't so persistent, they would just be here as a formality.

It's a shame that he doesn't know right from wrong, and so, they had no choice but to respond and force him to show his true colors. There is no other way since he insists on digging his own grave!

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