This female trainee from Class Two is much more delicate compared to Duan Yihan, who is like a tomboy. Just a bit of her sweet voice can give you goosebumps all over. Her eloquence clearly surpasses Duan Yihan's as well. Her tactics are something Duan Yihan can't even compare to. When Instructor Yao told her to step out, she clutched her stomach: "Instructor, I went jogging right after breakfast this morning, and now my stomach hurts."
Shen Jiayin rubbed her temples.
Feng Yongzhuo, watching, could hardly resist a snicker.
This woman, of all the tricks she could use, she picked the one that hits the leader's sore spot.
"Stomach ache?" The Devil Instructor raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" The response was weak, but very certain.
She's a professional actor.
And to deal with a professional actor — "Come on, let me punch your stomach a couple of times and you'll be fine."
"Instructor?!" The girl, seeing Instructor Yao's serious face, was more than a little frightened.
