Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!

Fortunately, they had also entered the school. Earlier, they were afraid that Xia Jinyuan wouldn’t be able to find Ye Jian, so they kept walking toward the venue. Then… they heard Ye Jian’s name being called.

What a coincidence! What a huge surprise!

Xia Jinyuan didn’t hang up the call. When the stage turned dark, his gaze landed on the stage. He gradually restrained his breathing.

Xu Wen carried the lute and walked out. As the stage was dark, she was a little nervous and didn’t pay attention to the cables below. She tripped and fell forward. However, she fell forward just a little. Ye Jian, who was beside her, held Xu Wen, whose expression had changed.

“Don’t panic. Take a deep breath. Think about how we practiced in the past. Think about what kind of aura you should have when you play the lute.” Ye Jian held her and said calmly, “I like Ambush From Ten Sides because I’ll be reminded of my comrade, Xu Wen. Please play it well!”

Comrades? Weren’t they students from the same class? Xu Wen didn’t understand what Ye Jian was saying, but with her comforting words, Xu Wen’s anxious heart gradually calmed down. She took a few deep breaths and touched her chest. Then, she said, “Okay, leave it to me! I’ll exude a stronger aura than before!”

“Okay!” Ye Jian nodded lightly.

Xu Wen walked to her seat and sat down slowly with the lute in her arms. Ye Jian walked to the center of the stage accurately.

The pitch-black stage lit up, and a dim yellow light shone down on Xu Wen, who was already sitting down with the lute in her arms. She raised her wrist gently, producing a clanging sound that was not very strong but made people’s hearts tighten…

The second beam of light was illuminated with her clanging sound. It shone on Ye Jian, who was holding a sword with one hand. She was wearing a camouflage uniform. Before it even started, the entire audience burst into applause!

Clang… Clang… Clang… Clang…

Ye Jian, who was holding her sword with one hand, started a high-spirited and majestic sword dance. Her figure turned around, and her sword seemed to dance. In the midst of the majestic lute music, all the students seemed to have heard the drums before the expedition. Under Ye Jian’s waving sword, they seemed to have transmigrated into time and space. They stood high in the clouds, looking down at the ancient soldiers raising their spears and swords while shouting loudly.

The clanging sound was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Ye Jian’s cold voice was heard. “When the two soldiers fought, the sound shook the world and the roof tiles fell!

“The fate of the two soldiers was unknown. Others were still waiting for them to come back. They prayed, ‘Please come back safely!'”

Her figure spun around. The sword moved, and her figure was in a mess. The beam of light followed Ye Jian’s form and enveloped her. All the students’ breathing tightened. They felt as if there was a heavy rock pressing on their hearts, and their hands were filled with strength. Their emotions had been stimulated by Ye Jian.

What was Ye Jian’s mood now? What were the students’ moods?

As Ye Jian leaped up, her sword tore through the sky. Then, she moved forward hurriedly as if she was using the sword in her hand to defeat all the enemies in front of her and carve out a bloody path.

Kill!

Charge!

She passed through the smoke, and blood stained the combat clothes. She walked through the darkness and saw hope. Look, there was light in front of her. Victory was in front of her!