It was no small feat for Wan Baojiang to deny the presence of pressure. He was, after all, the cream of the crop in Class Five. Yet, Ye Sanshi had intentionally left him to wrap things up.
Formerly, Wang Ye and Liang Fan had been holding up fine, but now it was Zhang Ping'an, usually at the tail end of the training rankings, who was flaunting his finesse.
Should he fail to execute it right later, he'd have a hard time living it down.
"Alright, settle down."
Right at this moment, Wan Baojiang, too got a hold of the projectile. Ye Sanshi addressed the Class Five members.
Naturally, Zhang Ping'an's outburst and his return to the squad garnered appreciation from everyone.
Nonetheless, as Wan Baojiang stepped forward they instantly fell silent and fixed their gazes on it.
"Ha!"
After the Third Platoon Leader went over the safety instructions, Wan Baojiang, with a hearty bellow, let the grenade loose.
