Ynda fainted? She just conveniently fainted right before her turn topete? How was that any different from a soldier deserting on the battlefield?


    Seeing this, the on-site medics immediately rushed over. After a quick examination, they found nothing unusual. But why wasn''t she waking up?


    Worried about potentialplications, one of them suggested, "We rmend sending her to the hospital for a full check-up."


    These students were precious; the university couldn''t afford to be held responsible for any idents.


    "Alright, notify her family," Farrell nodded, his face etched with concern.


    After Ynda was carried away, the suspended shootingpetition resumed. The contestants went in order of their first-round rankings, and they were already up to number fifteen. It would soon be Ynda''s turn...


    "Several students in ourpany have shooting experience and are much better than Ynda."


    "If it weren''t for Ynda''s bragging, the 22ndpany wouldn''t have ended up at the bottom in the first round."


    "Beingst is one thing, but pulling a stunt like this? The otherpanies areughing at us for running away from the fight."


    Damn it. Before, they were just embarrassed. Now, they couldn''t even lift their heads.


    "Since Ynda is sick, can''t the 22ndpany get a substitute?" someone suddenly called out, instantly capturing everyone''s attention.


    That was right. They could get a substitute. Weren''t there plenty of students who had experience with shooting? Anyone would be better than that half-baked amateur, Ynda!


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    But there was a problem. With Ynda''s pathetic score from the first round, a substitute would need to consistently score an average of eight points or higher on the remaining six shots in the second and third rounds to have a chance at winning. They probably didn''t have anyone that skilled. Going up would just mean another round of humiliation. So, no one was willing to volunteer.


    "What do we do?" the broadcasting students began to whisper amongst themselves; ming Ynda for being unreliable. The weather forecast for tomorrow predicted high temperatures and scorching sun. The long distance march would be dozens of kilometers from dawn till dusk. They had a rare chance to rest, and now it was all for nothing.


    "Is anyone from the 22ndpany going up?" someone from the crowd shouted.


    “Farrell, are we just going to sit here and do nothing?" a bolder male student demanded. “Didn''t you guarantee that Ynda was an expert and would win first ce?"


    Farrell''s mouth opened, but no words came out. His face was a mask of grim defeat. He had actually believed Ynda...


    He should have realized that most students at a top university like Era came from well-off families. On top of being smart, many of them would have had opportunities to try hobbies like shooting. He had put too much faith in Ynda.


    "Well, it''s over," thew andputer science students sighed, their heads bowed in resignation.


    The announcer was already on contestant number 19. If the 22ndpany couldn''t send someone up, they would have to forfeit.


    "This is so frustrating," Hattie said, turning to Juniper andining in a low voice. "I already made ns with my mom."


    She had really thought Ynda would pull through. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn''t have asked her mom to wait for her.


    "Your mom?" Juniper, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes half-closed, had excellent hearing.


    "Yeah," Hattie scooted closer to her and whispered, "My mom isn''t in the best of health. She went through a lot just to bring me to school, leaving tomorrow, and I was hoping to have time to see her off at the station..."