The three remaining battleships flew back to the center of the training ground. The Phoenix Squadron’s No. 6 aircraft, having won first place, ejected red exhaust.
The students on the observation platform cheered in excitement, celebrating with clapping and whistling.
“Long live the Phoenix Squadron!”
No. 6 aircraft circled three times above before landing.
The transparent cover rose, and cadets rushed out, singing their team song.
The canopy opened, and a young girl jumped out and ran towards the landed No. 3 aircraft, which was tilted at a 45-degree angle. The pilot, a young man, appeared shaken and struggled to exit.
The girl ran over, pulled him out, and he laughed joyfully.
“We won! Hahaha!”
“I know,” she said, removing his helmet. “Are you okay, Kains?”
“I’m fine, just a bit weak in the legs,” Kains replied cheerfully. “During landing, I felt like I’d drunk an entire bottle of vodka on an empty stomach.”
Oh, my darling Willy, that was awesome!”
Wilhelmina rolled her eyes, loosened her grip, and Kains collapsed to the ground, continuing to laugh.
Teammates flooded around them, cheering loudly. They waved the Phoenix Squadron’s crimson scarves, singing the team song and surrounding Wilhelmina.
Wilhelmina laughed and was lifted and tossed into the air.
“Long live the Phoenix Squadron!” “Long live Wilhelmina!” “Three consecutive wins!”
“Thank you, friends,” Wilhelmina said when placed back on the ground, her legs slightly weak. She graciously bowed and thanked her teammates, shaking hands and hugging friends.
Angela rushed over and hugged her, “Sweetheart, I’m so proud of you!”
“Thank you, dear,” Wilhelmina laughed, turning to pull Kains up and push him towards a friend, “Take him to rest and give him a glass of milk to calm him down.”
Kains was carried away by two male students, his angry shout echoing: “I hate milk!”
Wilhelmina waved at him, “See you at the celebration!”
“Osenberg!” The instructor walked through the crowd.
“Yes, sir!” Wilhelmina stood at attention and saluted.
The serious instructor stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled, “Well done.”
Wilhelmina sighed with relief, “Thank you, sir. I did my best.”
“Your father would be proud of you,” the instructor nodded to the cadets and turned to leave.
Wilhelmina watched him gratefully.
Angela managed to pull Wilhelmina’s hand out of the crowd, and the two girls exchanged a smile before sneaking away.