But what was with the way she spoke?
Getting up like it was nothing?
How could she be more confident about it than even herself?
Lin Sisi saw through her thoughts, sizing her up and down. "Your fall wasn't serious. Are you really going to whine about it?"
Lin Yu was stunned again.
That soft, feminine voice, yet those sharp, commanding words.
Was she mistaken?
Why did she feel like Lin Sisi was more like a man?
"Stop looking at me and look at yourself. Figure out where you began to fall behind and how you ended up losing."
Lin Sisi pushed Lin Yu back onto the competition stage, instructing her to go over each move carefully. Lin Yu recalled, "On the fifth move, he struck toward my face with his fist. I started dodging, and after that, he kept targeting my face. Isn't that kind of despicable?"
"Exploiting the enemy's weaknesses and attacking them—how is that despicable?"
