"Cough, cough, cough— Since we're not welcome, let's leave."
A series of very weak coughs began, and a woman in a wheelchair appeared at the hatch. What was this woman doing?
She had a sky blue band, the width of a palm, tied around her forehead, as if she had suffered a head injury; her lower body was covered with a blanket, but curiously, she held a fan in her hand, continuously fanning herself.
Are you hot, cold, or sick?
"I think you're absolutely right. Our Imperial Military Academy always ranks last, it's really pointless to be here; we might as well go back."
Nian Shutong propped her forehead with the palm of one hand while continuing to fan herself with the other, coughing occasionally.
"Lian Qing, let's leave. They already know the outcome of the competition, there's no point in us staying."
"I guess not only the last place is set, but the first one must be fixed as well."
