September 8, the second day of the Hundred-person battle, Pebble Fortress, General Command Office.
Li Wei sat listlessly in her chair, propping her chin up with both hands. Her whole body drooped like an eggplant battered by frost.
The Hundred-person battle had just ended yesterday. She had been preparing to make a dashing exit worthy of an expert when a familiar, heavy sensation suddenly struck her lower abdomen.
Her period had arrived right on schedule—not early, not late.
In that instant, all her lofty bearing and peerless elegance had gone straight to the dogs.
There was only one thought left in her mind: Oh no!
Then she had darted around the entire base like a headless fly, looking everywhere for a female soldier who could lend her that thing.
She had flashed from the infirmary to the Logistics Department, then teleported from the Logistics Department to the communications squad.
On top of that, maintaining the Four Seasons Sword Array had burned through another 20,000 essence...
And then there was the beautiful female reporter who had come to interview her, wearing that stunned expression while trying not to snicker...
She sighed mournfully. Why could she never stay cool for more than three seconds?
Across from her, Li Huaiyuan clearly knew about Li Wei's embarrassing mishap too.
At the moment, his cheeks kept twitching. He had already worked very hard to preserve the dignity of the General Commander.
But when he thought about why he had summoned Li Wei this time, he could no longer laugh.
After a long silence, he sighed and spoke first.
"Why can't you just cultivate in peace? Why do you insist on doing dangerous things?"
Li Wei raised her head, her face full of question marks.
Dangerous?
What had she done?
Did teaching a bunch of good-for-nothings