The second plane came to a halt.
Yolanda Gregory got off after parking the plane and, upon seeing Lionel Grant who had arrived first, her eyes did not show much unwillingness or anger.
The moment she piloted the plane soaring through the sky, her blood boiled with excitement, savoring the joy of flying.
In the end, they would all be the elite guardians of the nation's azure skies, and the strong deserve respect and admiration.
Lionel Grant was the mover among these students.
"..."
Yolanda's lips curved into a smile, her shoulders lightened of their burden, feeling much more relaxed.
She walked to the instructor with light steps, "Instructor, how did I do?"
"Very good."
Ryan Saxon saw her proud and praise-seeking demeanor and lifted his hand, ready to ruffle her hair.
The hand was raised midway, he felt something was amiss and let it fall back down.
