"It's just a simple competition."
Lying in He Niancheng's arms, Gu Qingjiu's face was slightly red.
He Niancheng's fingers glided on Gu Qingjiu's arm, a deepness surfacing in his cold eyes. "Are you confident about this afternoon's combat competition?"
Gu Qingjiu shook her head. "Not quite."
It felt hard enough to get into the top thirty in her specialization.
As for how far she could go, Gu Qingjiu wasn't sure of it.
"Just try your best and don't feel any pressure."
It was rare to hear He Niancheng say such heartwarming words.
Gu Qingjiu nodded. "I know."
Just then, a man's voice and footsteps rang from the staircase.
Gu Qingjiu froze.
He Niancheng, who could sense Gu Qingjiu's body stiffen, instantly let out a burst of low laughter.
He didn't at all appear flustered.
"Chief Instructor, let go of me. I should get going."
