Lu Mo looked coldly at Tie Dan, but the guy had actually become cunning, glancing to the other side and pretending not to see him.

Ye Qingqing glanced at Tie Dan, and the two exchanged a knowing look.

"What level is 28th place? Is it in the upper echelons or the middle?" Ye Qingqing asked curiously.

Lin Shufang kindly explained, "Qingquan said he was in the middle, but he has made quite a bit of progress this time."

Ye Qingqing nodded vigorously, "Yes, I heard that he used to be at the bottom of the list, but suddenly he jumped to the middle. That's really impressive."

Lu Qingquan chuckled dryly. He had a bad feeling. He had just managed to change the subject of the rankings, but Ye Qingqing kept pressing him. What was she up to?

"You have quite a lot of people in your training camp, over fifty people. That must take two big trucks, right?" Ye Qingqing looked bewildered, like a complete novice who knew nothing.

"There's only one truck, where did the two trucks come from?" Tie Dan mumbled.

The old man who was eating peanuts with Pipi stopped when he heard this, his ears perked up, and his white eyebrows furrowed.

Lu Mo glared, while Tie Dan held his head high. Since he hadn't seen anything, he couldn't be accused of disobeying orders.

"How many people can fit in a truck?" Ye Qingqing asked again.

"There are only twenty or thirty people, but last year's training camp had a whole truckload," Tie Dan explained in detail.

He longed to join the special forces, so he kept an eye on it. Not just last year, but every year there were about thirty people in the training camp. After three rounds of training, two people were finally selected to join the special forces.

Sometimes there was only one person. The year he was selected as the battalion commander, only one battalion commander was chosen, and all the others were eliminated.

Lu Qingquan's smile had vanished, replaced by panic in his eyes. He cursed Tie Dan for meddling and Ye Qingqing for being such an idiot, asking so many questions.

"Only twenty or thirty people? Lu Qingquan, how many people are in your training camp? Do you have thirty?" Ye Qingqing asked with a smile.

The old man's expression turned serious, and he roared, "How many people are there? Tell me clearly, or I'll have to call and ask!"

Lu Mo looked at Ye Qingqing, who was snickering, with displeasure. She was smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken. He was sure that this girl had done it on purpose!

But he found it strange that he felt so happy.

Grandpa is angry, he shouldn't be happy.

But he couldn't contain his excitement, just like a fox that had stolen two chickens.

Ye Qingqing turned her head and made a face at him. Lu Mo's face flushed, and he quickly looked away, focusing on Pipi who was stealing peanuts.

Lu Qingquan had no time to pay attention to the subtle interactions between Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo. The old man was glaring at him fiercely, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his face growing paler and paler.

“Twenty…more than twenty people!” Lu Qingquan stammered.

"In your twenties?"

The old man roared even louder, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing just how furious he was.

If there are 29 people, Lu Qingquan would be second to last.

If there are 28 people, then he will still be ranked last.

That brat actually lied to him and said he was in the middle, and he even had the nerve to say his grades were good. What a load of bull!

Lu Qingquan trembled, lowered his head and whispered, "Twenty...eight people, Grandpa, the leader really said I performed well, and I really was selected for the second round..."

"Last place is good? Is your brain filled with shit? You can't even understand the comforting words from your boss? You dare to lie to me, you son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death!"

The old man rushed over and slapped Lu Qingquan hard across the face; the crisp sound was extremely jarring in the room.