"Report! We just wanted to say you're handsome!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ya Tianxing shot a glance at Ya Jiale.
Before she could even feel the oppressive weight of his gaze, Ya Jiale already lowered her head guiltily.
They were just standing around with nothing to do, wasn't a simple compliment allowed?
Fine.
That hair-raising gaze made Ya Jiale deeply and thoroughly realize—no, it wasn't allowed.
"You two, step forward."
Ya Tianxing said simply.
He walked out from the formation, and Ya Jiale and Fou Jinglan stepped forward as well. When they looked up at Ya Tianxing's retreating figure, there was an unmistakable sense of trepidation in their expressions.
Turning around, Ya Tianxing faced them, though his gaze landed squarely on Ya Jiale and Fou Jinglan.
"You two, spar. The winner returns to the formation. The loser runs five kilometers," Ya Tianxing said nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Fou Jinglan and Ya Jiale's eyes widened.
Spar?!
