During the training just now, Xia Yinian finished relatively slowly, so by the ti she ca over there were no seats left in the front.
In terms of height, she could be considered the shortest one here; if she sat in the back she definitely wouldn’t be able to see anything.
Thankfully, she had a friend who saved her a spot in the very front row, and Xia Yinian was truly endlessly grateful.
"Nian Nian, I heard you’re competing too?" Wen Jiaxin tilted his head to look at the girl beside him.
"Yeah." Xia Yinian nodded.
"Got a problem with that?" She deliberately raised her brows, the corners of her lips quirked in a smile.
"No problem." Wen Jiaxin waved his hand.
"I know I’m overestimating myself, but I’m at least one of the people here, so there’s no reason for to say no." Xia Yinian glanced at the person next to her.
"You’ve got guts, I’m backing you!" Wen Jiaxin lifted his big hand, not taking her "overestimating herself" to heart at all.
"Thanks!" Xia Yinian stretched out her small hand and high‑fived him.
The girl suddenly felt a bit of a chill run down her spine; she pulled her hand back, rubbed her lips together, and turned to look behind her.
It would’ve been better if she hadn’t looked; once she did, Xia Yinian realized just how serious her height disadvantage was.
On her left, right, and behind her all sat n, practically blocking her line of sight completely.
The girl, who didn’t notice anything amiss, could only turn back to face the front.
"What’s wrong?" Wen Jiaxin asked softly.
"Heh... you’re all so tall!" Xia Yinian’s smile was a bit forced.
She hadn’t paid attention just now; if they were won it’d be fine, the tallest wouldn’t even reach one eighty.
She hadn’t expected that the ones around her were all n, and practically all around one ninety.
Everyone was sitting around her, so anyone looking over from the back would probably think there was still an empty seat here.
But Xia Yinian was not about to feel inferior over sothing like this. Her body was given by her parents; as long as she was willing to work hard, a short person wasn’t necessarily weaker than anyone else.
Especially in the past few days, she had seen it many tis: relatively small Brothers tripping up the tall Brothers instead.
If it weren’t for a few people outside that she was worried about, she would actually have liked to stay here a bit longer.
"Good thing I’m one ninety‑one." Wen Jiaxin patted his chest, thick brows lifting slightly.
"I got it, you don’t have to say it a fifth ti." Xia Yinian shot him a sideways look.
"Really? I’ve only said it four tis so far?" Wen Jiaxin laughed in delight.
The two of them had been assigned to the sa group during one of the training camps and had quickly beco good friends.
In Xia Yinian’s view, whether it was a male friend or a female friend, as long as the other party wasn’t scheming, they could walk together.
"Might’ve been more than that." Xia Yinian rubbed her lips together.
What was up with her today? She’d been fine just now, so why did she suddenly have this strange feeling?
Was she overthinking it? Or was it nerves?
Nervous? She should be fine; at worst she’d just get slamd until she was covered in bruises—anyway, there were hardly any uninjured spots on her body these days.
Fortunately she’d brought ointnt; if she applied so at night, she’d be half better when she woke up the next day.
Even at the toughest tis, Xia Yinian hadn’t cried.
She treated the pain on her body as a sign of progress—that was what the captain had taught her.
So was what she felt now nerves? Obviously not.
Injuries were sothing you got used to over ti, and besides, as long as she kept improving, she’d be getting hurt less and less in the future.
But why was there suddenly this little chill? Don’t tell her she was catching a cold?
"Brothers, today is our quarterly fighting day; you all look pretty excited."
The male captain stood on the patch of grass cleared in the middle, his voice so loud he didn’t even need a microphone.
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