The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 136 - 135: League Match 21, Congratulations Telegram from the Empress

Chapter 136: Chapter 135: League Match 21, Congratulations Telegram from the Empress

In this chaotic battle, the Fifth Military School benefitted the most, while the First Military School suffered the worst, of course. Although Qu Tong and Lan Xingye held the first and second places, they were almost left commanding bare poles, as most of the strong teams had been eliminated.

Of course, the Second Military Academy didn’t fare much better, with many teams supporting Wen Qing also being eliminated.

Lan Xingye’s team had five members remaining, Wen Qing’s team had six, but Qu Tianzhang’s team was in a more pitiful state. The team captain had been eliminated, leaving only three members behind, so they might need to form a new team in the next round.

The competition was halted just in time, and aside from He Zhou and Rong Yueqing, who were eliminated at the beginning, the rest of Qu Tong’s team had not been eliminated, barely meeting the minimum threshold for forming a team.

Both Mi Nuo’s and Fang Yan’s teams still had six members each, which was a relatively good outcome given the circumstances.

Also, according to the progression of past competitions, the elimination rate in the first round was about 30%, which theoretically should have left six to seven hundred teams entering the second round, but now only 392 teams had made it to the second round.

More than half of those were lay-flat teams made up of the Agriculture and Pharmaceutical Departments.

The points were also mainly concentrated among the top few.

In first place, Qu Tong’s team led with 25,520 points.

In second place, Lan Xingye’s team had 16,800 points.

In third place, Mi Nuo’s team had 16,000 points.

In fourth place, Wen Qing’s team had 13,200 points.

In fifth place, Fang Yan’s team had 12,340 points.

Just by looking at these points, you could tell how accurate Qu Tong’s marksmanship was.

Luckily, when they eliminated other players earlier, they had scavenged all the firearms they could find, otherwise they would have run out of bullets.

"Although I’ve said this many times, I still want to say, Sister Tong, your shooting is godly. Your shooting video has blown up on the internet," Cheng Yao said admiringly after the argument.

"I used to think this prop gun was superfluous, but it turns out I was shortsighted. Without you, Sister Tong, I might never understand the honor of being first. Now, it feels like even walking has a breeze," Fei Wenxing started again.

Qu Tong was curious, "Doesn’t your individual combat department teach marksmanship?"

"Yes, but there are very few classes. The primary focus in the first year is still on raising the level of spiritual power. Only when we advance to the second year do we start learning systematic combat skills," Cheng Yao explained.

"How can you expect to go into battle if you can’t even finish your schooling?" Song Ke pointed out bluntly.

Qu Tong thought about it and realized that it made sense.

Interstellar requirements for soldiers are relatively high, after all, with danger on the frontier and the constant threat of Insect Clan attacks.

After Qu Tong learned the full situation, she communicated what Principal Wei had told her.

Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao were somewhat unwilling to accept it, but considering the reputation of the school, they restrained their urge to criticize.

Having said what needed to be said and with the time reaching 10 PM, Qu Tong went back with Song Ke.

The school had arranged for double rooms, and students who were eliminated were reassigned to different dormitories.

Not yet reaching the door, they saw Wen You.

"What do you need from me so late?" Qu Tong asked.

Song Ke tactfully returned to the dormitory, leaving space for the two of them.

"Here, the boss asked me to give this to you." Wen You handed Qu Tong her Space Button.

Qu Tong was stunned; she had almost forgotten about this, as the food and pharmaceuticals from the school-issued Space Button were nearly used up.

Si Yuting was quite considerate, it seemed.

Qu Tong received it, "Please thank the Crown Prince for me."

"You can thank him yourself, either by meeting him or sending a message," Wen You rejected nonchalantly.

"Okay."

Then, Wen You teasingly said, "By the way, why don’t you call him ’husband’ anymore?"

Qu Tong lifted her eyelid and glanced at Wen You, too lazy to respond.

"Although our boss may be a bit cold, he’s still quite special towards you," Wen You said, pretending to be serious.

In front of Wen You, Qu Tong didn’t need to pretend, and spoke sheepishly, "Was that a bit cold? I felt like I’d attached a block of thousand-year ice."

"You can do it, I think you can win it. After all, this is the first time I’ve seen the boss hug a woman in public."

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, "You’ve seen him hug someone in private?"

Wen You glared at Qu Tong, "No! With our boss’s ’keep-out’ aura, who would dare to get close?"

"There are plenty who would, a whole bunch online who can’t wait to push me aside and cling to him themselves."

"But our boss has to be willing, and you are certified after all."

Qu Tong found the reasoning sound and didn’t argue any further, lest she seemed possessed by a contrary spirit.

Back in the dorm, she used the bathroom to transfer the items she needed into the space button provided by the school, then handed the necklace over to Wen You.

"Thanks for making the trip."

The thank you, of course, was more than just verbal.

Wen You left happily with the fruit.

That’s what she thought, how could there be a woman that she, Wen You, couldn’t win over?

The little boat of friendship had successfully set sail beyond monetary relations, and from now on, there would be free fruit to enjoy, delightfully so.

Qu Tong took an apple out of the space button and tossed one to Song Ke.

Qu Tong took a crunchy bite and, with one hand, sent a message to Si Yuting to express her thanks.

She had just exited the chat interface when the video call rang, it was the Empress Dowager.

Qu Tong looked around and rose to go outside the dormitory.

While connecting to the video call, Qu Tong made her way downstairs.

"Empress," she greeted.

"Tong Tong, you haven’t gone to sleep yet, have you? I heard from Yuting that you just woke up not long ago," the Empress inquired.

The projection from the light computer showed Gong Lingyu’s beautiful figure, currently dressed in a majestic and elegant golden-trimmed sleeping robe, with a warm smile.

Qu Tong then noticed that there had been an earlier missed video call from the Empress Dowager on the light computer, shortly after the competition had ended.

"Not yet," Qu Tong answered with an obedient smile.

"I watched the military competition with your father the Emperor, and you were fantastic, Tong Tong! Truly worthy of being my daughter-in-law, defeating so many to take first place," the Empress praised warmly.

Qu Tong responded with a bashful smile, "This is only the first round, the first place isn’t decided yet."

"It’s just a matter of time, I believe in you," the Empress said with a tone that seemed even more confident than Qu Tong.

"Yes, thank you, Empress."

The Empress’s eyes looked past the screen, surveying Qu Tong’s surroundings, and asked, "Tong Tong, are you outside?"

"Yes," Qu Tong replied softly, finding a bench under a streetlight to sit on.

"Where is Yuting?"

"The Crown Prince is in the teachers’ building," Qu Tong said.

The Empress seemed to pause for a moment, then uncertainly asked, "Yuting didn’t mention anything to you, did he?"

"What does the Empress mean?" Qu Tong asked, puzzled.

Seeing Qu Tong’s reaction, the Empress was reassured and, lifting a dignified and graceful smile, said, "Focus on your exams, Tong Tong, and if there’s anything, reach out to Yuting. When you come back, it will just so happen to be Yufan and Xinxin’s daughter’s first birthday, and at that time, invite Yuting to join you at the palace for a couple of days."

Qu Tong felt like the Empress Dowager wanted to say something else a moment ago but still obediently replied, "Okay, I’ll tell the Crown Prince."

Although Qu Tong had visited the palace several times, she had yet to meet the Crown Prince and Crown Princess Consort, let alone their precious daughter.

The little princess, Niannian, was naturally born to the Crown Princess Consort and possessed an SS+ constitution, drawing considerable attention from all sides.