Unaware of this, Ming Jing dismounted and removed her helmet, only to be immediately swarmed by a horde of media outlets to interview her.
"Miss Ming Jing, the CMO official website just released this year competition list, do you think you can make it?"
The journalist who managed to ask first was met with his colleagues' disgruntled glare.
Ming Jing faced the camera, with a faint smile, her eyebrows resembling the autumn moon, eyes calm as still water, her fair skin and strong bone structure complemented by a gentle breeze.
"Since you ask, is it necessary for me to answer?"
Her voice was soft, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate. Her composed confidence was deeply ingrained in her.
Stumped by her response, the reporter realised he'd asked a foolish question.
"Miss Ming Jing, it's rumored that you and Violent Wind had only one month of concentrated training. How did you manage to achieve such harmony in such a short time?"
