"The 50-year-old Gu Ming has wandered into the patrol instructors' resting area."
"No one on-site is aware of this. The instructors monitoring from the rear were all drawn away by the marvelous idea of a certain genius contestant, and have gone to admire the work of said genius. No one is watching your match."
Reading this, Gu Ming couldn't help but want to complain about the system.
'Is the National Competition really such a joke?'
'Would the instructors watching the Thousand-eyed Wind Bird's surveillance feed really leave their posts to look at something else?'
But that was what the system had determined, and he couldn't argue with it.
Perhaps it was a bug, or maybe some kind of interference from reality.
In any case, the system considered him to have successfully infiltrated the instructors' encampment.
Gu Ming composed himself and continued reading the scenario.
"You look awkward, thinking of fleeing the scene, afraid of being discovered and dragged out."
