Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

It was the same bus as the one the Chinese students had taken. As the front and rear door of the bus opened slowly, the Chinese students, who were walking into the hotel, turned around to look at their competitors.

In this competition, the candidates would wear a badge representing their own countries on their sleeves.

This time, there were six teams from Asian countries participating in the competition. A group of dark-skinned Asian students in the same uniform got out of the bus.

As soon as the Chinese students laid eyes on the arms of this group of students, they knew the country which they came from. Their national emblem was of a round shape, with a five-pointed star in the middle of the red background, which was symmetrically surrounded by two golden stalks of rice strapped by red ribbons.

The Vietnamese students had never thought that they would run into their competitors before entering the hotel. The students of the two countries looked at each other briefly with sparks shooting from their eyes.

The atmosphere had become intense even before the competition started.

Ye Jian nodded and smiled at a student, who seemed to be the leader of the Vietnamese team. She laughed at Wang Mo. “Your eyes are about to pop out. If people knew what’s going on here, they will know that you are watching the pretty girls. If some people are unaware of the situation here, they might think you are going to murder someone.”

“They are staring at me. I’m just returning the favor,” said Wang Mo, giggling. Just like Ye Jian, he smiled at the Vietnamese boy who was staring at him. “But I think we’d better be nice to them.”

Ye Jian giggled. Her giggling was inexplicably pleasing to the ear. “Come on, Wang Mo, we need to have lunch.”

The talking sounds of the Vietnamese students came from behind. But Ye Jian didn’t pay attention to what they were saying, because she didn’t understand their language!

The students in the front were lining up to get their room keys. All the students had provided their information to the hotel before checking in. They could go to their rooms when they got their room keys.

When it was Ye Jian’s turn to get her room key, the hotel service staff with chiseled facial features smiled and said friendlily, “If you need anything, please reach out to me anytime.”

He said ‘me’ instead of ‘us’.

While handing over the room key to Ye Jian, he slightly touched her fingers beneath the card. “The contact methods are on the room key. Thank you.”

“All right, thanks,” said Ye Jian calmly and took over the room key. Her other hand, which was placed on the black marble desk, moved around subtly, indicating that she had understood what he meant.

The man with light gray eyes smiled more brightly. “Nice to meet you, I am...” he said, pointing at his name tag. “Bale. A receptionist of the hotel. My pleasure to serve you at any time.”

Was the international police protecting her in secret?

The situation was getting serious, wasn’t it?

Ye Jian narrowed her eyes. As she turned around, she ran into a Vietnamese man who was also checking in to stay in the hotel. He was carrying pieces of paper, which was the list of the candidates from his country. Accidentally, the paper stroked Ye Jian’s arms. He lifted his head and apologized to her.

There was a aggressive look in his eyes. The muscles on his arms were rather tight. Ye Jian nodded lightly. Without saying anything, she carried her luggage and left.

There was no need for Ye Jian to turn around to look at the man because she had known that he was the top target from Vietnam, whose codename was Red Scorpion.