"Ding—"
With the sound, the green indicator light installed at the front of the cabin door lit up.
Oswald Haywood stood at the cabin door, his body rigid, legs and hands not trembling in the slightest.
"Number one!"
"Here!"
Yolanda Gregory, decisive, stood forth with no trace of fear on her face, calmly standing at the edge of the cabin, her body equipped with a parachute.
Although it was the first-time jump for freshmen at only an altitude of 1200 meters.
From high above, one could even faintly make out some blurry outlines on the ground, but for those freshmen with no practical experience, the pressure was still considerable.
"Jump!"
Following Oswald Haywood's command, Yolanda Gregory jumped from high above, her parachute gear fluttering slightly with the operation, smoothly drifting upwards, and descending steadily.
Without a doubt, Yolanda Gregory's parachute jump was flawless.
"Not bad!"
