Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

"Be ready!" The platoon leader exclaimed.

Ling Qingyu stiffened at the thought of flying through fires and explosions. Whoops, if one bullet hit her, her body would be shredded into pieces.

"Go. Go. Go. Hustle up." With his speech, the light turned green.

Ling Qingyu bit her lips while sliding the clipper above attached to her rope for parachuting mechanism.

At the last moment of her step, she sprang out of an aircraft and fell weightlessly. A snap entered her ears but she had no time to care since her attention was only on her flight.

Soon, a huge jolt yanked her back and her falling speed slowed down to a halt and continued dropping at a low terminal velocity.

The chute behind her had opened successfully. If her chute malfunctioned, she would have nowhere to cry since she knew nothing about emergency alternatives.

Ling Qingyu sighed in relief but her anxiety returned as she felt the air whipped across her. She even saw tracers flying past her and exploding overhead.

Looking behind she narrowed her eyes and saw several shadows of umbrellas falling in the straight line due to the reflection of lights coming from repetitive 'firework'.

The sunset seemed to have evaporated as the night ensued. Whoever commanded this operation had timed it well. Under the cover of darkness, paratroopers' safety increased.

But she still expressed the middle finger at any particular commanders to risk their soldiers' lives. This type of parachuting should be an option where everything met its end and no other alternatives were available.

She watched herself with fear, boredom and excitement as the ground got closer. Unfortunately, perhaps due to adrenaline, her mind wasn't thinking properly and she planted her feet firmly without trying to roll off the inertia.

Sparks erupted inside her mind as the pain followed. Obviously, Ling Qingyu knew her knees must be broken. Maybe a little but she had never tasted such pain.

Ling Qingyu lay on the ground as she gritted her teeth and moaned. Cold sweats slid above her pale forehead.

F**k! Why did she ever forget that she must roll? The parachutes weren't controllable. Miss System did everything on purpose.

In fact, Ling Qingyu didn't realize she could control the chutes' direction. Modern chutes had available tools to direct the falling direction as well as utilizing aerodynamic principles to slow down so that paratroopers didn't need to roll on the ground. But in her panic, she missed the crucial detail and paid the price.

Of course, even if she knew, she didn't know the technique. Miss System perfected the method of the eagle dropping its cub from the sky.

Ling Qingyu took rapid deep breaths to alleviate the pain and her surroundings changed again.

This time, she was back on the plane. The same scenes followed. Explosion, yellow tracers, red light…etc.

She was still the first jumper. Green light again and off she went.

Nope, she was still frozen, her fear of feeling her knees broken hadn't weakened yet. She attracted the platoon leader's curse and was dragged by him and kicked out of the plane.

Heck, she had no time to protest. She was simply rolled off. However, this time, she managed to grasp the two toggles which were vital for her to control the direction.

After all, a first-timer's fear dissipated if the process repeated again. Even pleasure was possible after pain. XD

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In the air, Ling Qingyu rolled left and right as she learned to control the chutes and mastered the art of falling.

She had seen video footage of influencers and military personnel and began to mimic their styles, attempting one after another technique. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

Before landing, she pulled both toggles as seen in the videos according to her memory. No idea why but she did so.

The speed did slow down again and she managed the 'softest' landing. As soon as her feet planted, she grimaced and wondered if her former ordinary physique replaced the current one, every bone inside would likely be broken unless she rolled.

But Ling Qingyu wanted a stylish fall. So, she made a beautiful fail at least. Glad to survive in one piece, Ling Qingyu's good mood didn't last long.

"Where the hell are you, Sergeant Ling?! Your buddy said you deviate completely from the designated spot." A radio cracked. "Are you shot?"

Hearing worries and blaming tones from the platoon commanders, Ling Qingyu slapped her forehead. Okay, she failed and sure enough, the same surroundings appeared again like time tracked backward.

This time, without the platoon leader's kick, Ling Qingyu jumped with confidence as she steered herself properly toward a designated mark.

Her demeanor no longer contained rookie aura, like a veteran who survived a deadly tribulation. Well, from a matter of military perspective, Ling Qingyu survived two dangerous jumps so her mindset had matured to an extent.

She landed perfectly this time, being able to control a softer landing and time accurately. Even then, she knew her technique wasn't perfect yet because in spite of her strong physique, she still believed her fall was too strong for ordinary body to bear.

Until this limit had been reached, her landing wasn't soft yet.

Besides, Ling Qingyu glanced across a distance and sighed. She was 200 meters away from the spot. Although this might not be too much of a mistake, Ling Qingyu understood she committed a felony in a military context.

She still drifted too far and separated from her comrades. Once the nightmare situation occurred she was out of help. Let's try again.

The fourth time. She timed more accurately than the last to perfect the soft landing but knew she could still improve. Still 200 meters away. *sigh*

Jump again for the fifth time. Ordinary physique could bear the stress this time. A near-perfect landing. 180 meters away.

Sixth time.

Seventh time.

150 meters. 140 meters. 100 meters. 120 meters.

60 meters. 80 meters. 40 meters. 20 meters. 30 meters.

Ling Qingyu even managed to lessen the falling impact considerately. She speculated the ordinary physique should feel nothing by now.

After who knew how many times, Ling Qingyu landed a mere 10 meters away from the spot. She had successfully completed the mission but she wasn't satisfied yet. She sensed that she could still enhance her skills. She wanted to achieve zero tolerance deviation on average.

Not to mention, it was fun to jump off from the aircraft, and the thrill of air rushing against her pumped addictive hormones into her blood.

12 meters. 15 meters. 10 meters. 20 meters. 14 meters.

No, she must achieve under the 10-meter limit. Ling Qingyu tried again. The only consumption should be her mental fatigue but compared to 15 continuous years of driving last time, the beginning was nothing.