"I-I just hit you. Are you going to punish me now? I don't have to do military training."
Mu Zixin stubbornly stared at the instructor.
"Damn it, keep dreaming. Where's the counselor for Class 7 of the Management Department?"
The instructor clenched his fist tightly and roared angrily. If Mu Zixin wasn't a girl, he definitely would have hit back. Even now, he absolutely could not let this slide.
Previously, he had laughed at the instructor who was hit by a student, thinking he was useless. But now it was his turn to be hit. It was simply outrageous.
"I'm here, I'm here."
A chubby little guy, not even 1.6 meters tall, hurriedly ran over.
"Counselor Ma Ke, your student actually hit me. What do you say we should do?"
The instructor looked angrily at Ma Ke.
"Instructor Li, I..."
Ma Ke opened his mouth and looked at Mu Zixin in annoyance, "What's wrong with you? Why did you hit the instructor?"
"I don't want to do military training."
